<?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-4295943857630148814</id><updated>2011-09-28T12:10:35.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mexican Hulets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-5234597586513934196</id><published>2011-09-13T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T16:25:26.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>A ton has happened to our little family in the last month. We moved to California in August, have been in our house almost two weeks and we're in a never ending state of unpacking. Eli started school three days after we got here and Hudson started a preschool co-op last week. Maggie just had her first birthday on the ten year anniversary of 9/11. She's everything I thought a girl should be and more. I don't think I'll ever get use to screaming as a reflection of joy. I always come running to see what's wrong, but no, nothing's wrong she's just happy.I just got my sew room/nook set up and am ready to get sewing for sanity. I got online to find a project. I found one and more. I came across a website called crafthope.com . They have a new project every so often where they make something to give back. Right now they're doing a stocking drive, where they are collecting handmade stockings to give to the tornado surrivers and families. It has to be done September 23. I know I'm joining late in the game but am super excited. I always see these horri le things that people go through and feel so blessed, always wishing I could do something for them. I feel like this is my way to give back using my talents to create something for someone else. Next sewing project... Stockings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-5234597586513934196?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/5234597586513934196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=5234597586513934196&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/5234597586513934196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/5234597586513934196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2011/09/september_13.html' title='September'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-5708807103156635954</id><published>2011-08-03T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T12:23:26.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie's Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBUFYLj13JY/Tjmcgff2QSI/AAAAAAAAA08/bd1N9Bov4MY/s400/IMG_1480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636708490655711522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This picture is a little fuzzy, I'm not a photographer... But my sister is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;wink, wink, hint, hint. She's really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay, so my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has the cutest twin girls. They're 2 1/2 and the best of friends.  Last Sunday the were wearing matching dresses that were so adorable. She said she made them. Oh great, I thought not another thing I have to make. We all know deep down in side I was screaming for joy. I love new projects. After the dresses haunted me for nights, I decided it was time to make one. It took me about 2 hours to make once I sat down and started cutting. Not sure if the dress is cute or just the crying baby.&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASY3n6miMVE/Tjmcfou6aKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/v6qcCUoPCHQ/s400/IMG_1483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636708475954948258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't get her to smile or even stop crying so I could take pictures. Me being the smart mom that I am, decided to give her a sucker. Why not every kids loves a sucker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wCSEW5wqjo/TjmcgDpFVjI/AAAAAAAAA00/mZm_BCjx6LQ/s400/IMG_1492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636708483178255922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; I didn't think about the sticky mess after it went into her mouth. Yuck. So much for my beautiful little dress I made her. It came off her the minute I finished pictures and into the bath she went. We might wait until shes a bit older before we try the sugar thing again. Me and sticky messes don't mesh well. I also made her  hair band that she wont keep on. I only put flowers and hair thing on  her when we go to church and it only last to the sacrament and then off the go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYc7pRuALP4/Tjmcf5ifEBI/AAAAAAAAA0s/G6lDhQBgZao/s400/IMG_1484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636708480466227218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pattern&lt;/span&gt; is on Sewing In No Mans Land. It has lots of cute things that I can make Maggie. I have already been plotting out my next project. AFTER the move. Two weeks and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4295943857630148814-5708807103156635954?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/5708807103156635954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=5708807103156635954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/5708807103156635954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/5708807103156635954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2011/08/maggies-dress.html' title='Maggie&apos;s Dress'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBUFYLj13JY/Tjmcgff2QSI/AAAAAAAAA08/bd1N9Bov4MY/s72-c/IMG_1480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-8589479802598752216</id><published>2011-07-06T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:07:39.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News for the Hulets</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626298623531128258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpBfRB-KZq0/ThSgyefXlcI/AAAAAAAAA0U/X-nq7mHaC2I/s400/california.jpg" /&gt;We found out a couple of weeks ago that we're moving. Just after a little over of year here in New Mexico. It's very bitter sweet. I find it takes a good year to get use to a place and feel like it's your home. Right when I'm feeling like I've got my life settled, we're moving. On the flip side, hurraaaay for the beach! I can't wait for the possibility of going somewhere... any where. Alamagordo is a small town with nothing really very close by and not much to do. The nearest water is Elephant Butte 6 hours away. I haven't told my kids about Disney Land, Lego Land, SeaWorld or the beach. I feel like a little kid cause I'm excitied to go. Oh, how I hate to move. I don't want to leave my friends that I've finally made and my wonderful house that I wish could come with us. See my ever growing struggle. I haven't started packing a thing, I'm still in denial of the whole thing. We're leaving August 15th, in about a month. I know I should buckle down and get this house packed but no matter what I tell myself I just can't make myself do it. We're going out of town this weekend for a family reunion and then it's crunch time. I have to stop thinking about this I'm getting overwhelmed and sort of depressed. I'm done. We're moving to California, Edwards AFB, that's our big news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-8589479802598752216?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/8589479802598752216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=8589479802598752216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/8589479802598752216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/8589479802598752216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-news-for-hulets.html' title='Big News for the Hulets'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpBfRB-KZq0/ThSgyefXlcI/AAAAAAAAA0U/X-nq7mHaC2I/s72-c/california.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-7762566274042319878</id><published>2011-05-24T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:44:11.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LrfL-cTS2s/Tdwx2XEVUUI/AAAAAAAAA0I/6Kdbxh-7nEU/s1600/IMG_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610414045771682114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LrfL-cTS2s/Tdwx2XEVUUI/AAAAAAAAA0I/6Kdbxh-7nEU/s400/IMG_1177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8tRduKfBIs/Tdwx2EaKa4I/AAAAAAAAA0A/zm6lzwFG6yw/s1600/IMG_1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610414040762968962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8tRduKfBIs/Tdwx2EaKa4I/AAAAAAAAA0A/zm6lzwFG6yw/s400/IMG_1178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to share some pictures since it’s been a while. I took a very brief trip to Utah over Easter and stopped during our 14 ½ hour drive to let the kids have a break. We always drive through Moab so, on the way home I thought “why don’t we go for a hike.” The boys had a great time and Maggie is still impartial to what I make her do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610414032263218882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pix8eeKuEVY/Tdwx1kvqhsI/AAAAAAAAAz4/_iJhHPn03YQ/s400/IMG_1187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610414025931059794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7sJ14R77-Y/Tdwx1NJ9clI/AAAAAAAAAzw/umMGnJvit1g/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" /&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/4295943857630148814-7762566274042319878?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/7762566274042319878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=7762566274042319878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/7762566274042319878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/7762566274042319878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2011/05/moab.html' title='Moab'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3LrfL-cTS2s/Tdwx2XEVUUI/AAAAAAAAA0I/6Kdbxh-7nEU/s72-c/IMG_1177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-5572355219077911591</id><published>2011-03-03T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:49:47.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Pillow Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_0f5YPlINs/TXAMXQUISNI/AAAAAAAAAyg/qEwGoeWSBNI/s1600/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579973531967965394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_0f5YPlINs/TXAMXQUISNI/AAAAAAAAAyg/qEwGoeWSBNI/s400/IMG_0733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made this cute monster pillow bag off the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;moda&lt;/span&gt; bake shop website. One of my favorite places to waste time. I modified it a bit for a girl. We gave it to a little girl name Hunter for her birthday and filled it with a book, coloring book and some candy. Hudson wanted to keep it but I told him I'd make one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; for a boy. He was okay giving it away. Couldn't blame the poor kid I want one for myself too. Not the greatest picture but it was a last minute thought as we were driving to the party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-5572355219077911591?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/5572355219077911591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=5572355219077911591&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/5572355219077911591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/5572355219077911591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2011/03/monster-pillow-bag.html' title='Monster Pillow Bag'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O_0f5YPlINs/TXAMXQUISNI/AAAAAAAAAyg/qEwGoeWSBNI/s72-c/IMG_0733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-4238111469788780826</id><published>2011-02-27T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:56:31.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie's Blessing</title><content type='html'>My wonderful sister, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meili&lt;/span&gt;, FINALLY posted pictures from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maggies&lt;/span&gt; blessing in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; (slacker). She's super busy being a single mom and working so I shouldn't give her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grief&lt;/span&gt;.  They are amazing pictures.  I'm just glad she takes them for me cause I LOVE them.  If you want to see some pics of my family, mostly Mags go to &lt;a href="http://www.meiliware.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.meiliware.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; . Thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meili&lt;/span&gt;. Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-4238111469788780826?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/4238111469788780826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=4238111469788780826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/4238111469788780826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/4238111469788780826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2011/02/maggies-blessing.html' title='Maggie&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-4724997902902522968</id><published>2011-02-24T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T15:44:38.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a little snow storm here in NM, the whole town shut down. Water pipes broke, there was a gas shortage and some peoples power went out. It's amazing what 6 inches of snow can do to a town. We were lucky and just had a heat issue in the house but nothing socks and jackets couldn't handle. Robb was off work for the whole week, the base was shut down. When Robb's home, things are so much harder. I think since he's off work so am I. I forget that I never leave work so even if he is home the Work Must Go On! I had to grip my sanity, so I made this one night while we were watching a movie. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577355694892515570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8Orprk-84I/TWa_dFQSAPI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/bB_BmqDXlFA/s400/mms_picture.jpg" /&gt;I used all my scraps left over from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maggie's&lt;/span&gt; quilt. I plan to frame it and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hang&lt;/span&gt; it in her room. I got the idea from cluck cluck sew. She's made hers into a pillow and it's stinking cute. Everyone should make one. So easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robb and I had our 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt;, we finally bought a love sac, really a cozy sac. We've always wanted one since our friends had one in Alaska and we loved it. Lets face it, we're just grown up little kids. I love it, Robb is still debating. It's huge, an 8 footer. It's almost bigger than our couch. Happy anniversary to us. We would rather buy things than go on a date. Yes, I know, we're party &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poopers&lt;/span&gt;. I admire those who date their spouse. Robb and I like to be with our kids to much. We would rather take the kids somewhere with us than leave them. They're only little once so we're enjoying every minute of it. My Maggie is already 5 months old and sitting up, where did the time go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577352516938726866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0WATiGMNij8/TWa8kGdDfdI/AAAAAAAAAyA/ASvJADWje1A/s400/IMG_0693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wonderful hubby is learning to juggle work, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;daddy&lt;/span&gt;, hubby, school and now being part of the bishopric. He was called to be the second &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt; in our ward. A high &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;priest&lt;/span&gt; at 30. I always tell him he's an old man. I think he's doing a good job at all his responsibilities. He even keeps up with his chores at home. There are good weeks and some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exhausting&lt;/span&gt; ones too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I subbed in RS a couple of weeks ago and really enjoyed it. Not so much the teaching but more just the learning about the topic and finding other things about it through others &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggs&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone needs to read a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blogg&lt;/span&gt; I found about a girl who created a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mantra&lt;/span&gt; of "cleaning toilets for Jesus." I would put a link to these things but someone needs to show me how first, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather is getting warmer and warmer. I think I even got a little sun on my legs the other day while we were at the park. I can't wait for the pool and the constant out door &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt;. Last summer before Eli goes to school :( Is it wrong to not want him to go? I do and I don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're already started the endless eating of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;possicks&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hudson's&lt;/span&gt; way to say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;) I think that's all he'd eat if I let him. The Boys have been playing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; with their dad and the remote is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; fixture in Hudson's hand. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577353083969160994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dbCHer_cF4/TWa9FGzpRyI/AAAAAAAAAyI/DL9zlLYNoxg/s400/IMG_0710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I have a Maggie Magpie, I find something new I want to make everyday. The list just keeps getting longer. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I'll never finish it all. &lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-4724997902902522968?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/4724997902902522968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=4724997902902522968&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/4724997902902522968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/4724997902902522968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-had-little-snow-storm-here-in-nm.html' title=''/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d8Orprk-84I/TWa_dFQSAPI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/bB_BmqDXlFA/s72-c/mms_picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-6749098764856664608</id><published>2010-12-30T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:05:09.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Now that Christmas is over I feel like I can get back to getting things done. My first order of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; is to get my baby announcements made. I was up last night getting it done and ordered it this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556533564160773634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TRzF1jpWjgI/AAAAAAAAAxU/XWKE9vQg4-I/s400/baby%2Bannouncements.jpg" /&gt;Now I need to finish my calendars and still mail my Christmas cards &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; I'm the biggest slacker in all the world. I did just get them in the mail on Tuesday. I just was slow to order and slow to send out. I working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; for this coming year. No that I'm not pregnant, I'm ready to get out and see what New Mexico really has to offer. I want to see all the sights and do everything a tourist would want to do. #1 I want to go to the Caverns, #2 Elephant Butte lake (the only water around) #3 do all 3 hikes they have #4 Space Museum #5 White Sands #6 Water Park in El &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paso&lt;/span&gt;. My list will grow but lets get those done first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm ready to get back to my old self and play with my kids again with out feeling like I'm going to pass out. Who knows the heat might get the best of me. I'm super excited to give my garden another shot. This was my garden last year. Looks pretty good.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556536618946133026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TRzInXm7_CI/AAAAAAAAAxc/R19_5MmHJ_w/s400/2010-07-10%2B11.33.00.jpg" /&gt;This was in June by August things got scorched and shriveled.  I couldn't keep my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; alive.  The sun fried them up.  I was watering my plants twice a day and things were still wilting.  Have any advice let me know.  My herbs did amazing.  Maybe I'll stick to things I can't kill. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-6749098764856664608?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/6749098764856664608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=6749098764856664608&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/6749098764856664608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/6749098764856664608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TRzF1jpWjgI/AAAAAAAAAxU/XWKE9vQg4-I/s72-c/baby%2Bannouncements.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-7871911081671104424</id><published>2010-12-07T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T07:42:39.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Updated Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been almost three months since Maggie joined our fam. Where does the time go? Life has been crazy with a new one. Two weeks after I had Maggie I went to stay with my family while Robb left for a short, short deployment to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UAE&lt;/span&gt;. I was in Utah for almost two months, more than half of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Maggies&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hort&lt;/span&gt; little life. Robb made it home a week before Thanksgiving and met me in Utah for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brief&lt;/span&gt; stay (for him). We drove back to Mexico as Hudson likes to call it. I tell him endlessly that we live in NEW Mexico he tells me "No, Mexico." So, I have given up and now call it Mexico. We made it back right before Thanksgiving, where I ran to the store for a Thanksgiving feast. We had my wonderful sister in law Julie and her hubby Greg with us. I loved every minute of it. I think they were ready for some peace and quiet. Being married and no kids... that was the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things are starting to get back to normal, as much as they can right before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time feeling the Christmas spirit this year. Not that I'm not feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; like, just that it's hard to feel that Christmas is around the corner in 70 degree weather. All I've ever known is snow. Most days I feel like it's a nice Alaska summer day. People think its cold here, the parks are like ghost towns. I kind of like it cause then we have the park to ourselves. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt; must think I'm crazy cause I let my kids jump on the tramp in shorts still. The other day Eli wanted the sprinklers on under the tramp. I told him no, but it was warm enough. I'm enjoying the winter here cause I can finally be outside without melting. I love it. I need a vacation house in Alaska for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scorching&lt;/span&gt; summers here and a winter house in New Mexico for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fridged&lt;/span&gt; winters there. Still adjusting and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robb and I are actively serving in church. You know the scout master in the ward. Everyone has one. Its like his life calling. Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Robb's&lt;/span&gt; is e&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;xecutive&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ecratery&lt;/span&gt;, or ward clerk. He's not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thrilled&lt;/span&gt; about it but he does such a great job. It's one of my favorite things about him. You can always count on him to do what needs to be done. I on the other hand am a life time slacker. I'm the activity days leader. I got the calling right before I had Maggie. I did it once, had a baby and then went out of town. That week was my second time doing it. Good news is I've already fallen in love with these girls, all 15 of them. The desire to be there for them and teach them who they are and who they can become is so strong. I think about them all the time and get this feeling that I need to up my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spirituality&lt;/span&gt;. I never feel worthy of the calling I get. I always feel there has to be someone more qualified that can do it better. It's sad they're stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my random thoughts that have been waiting to flood out, so I'm sorry for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gobbley&lt;/span&gt; gook but you don't have to read it, so there. I'm going to post some picture soon. Keep waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-7871911081671104424?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/7871911081671104424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=7871911081671104424&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/7871911081671104424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/7871911081671104424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-updated-thoughts.html' title='Random Updated Thoughts'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-1665774158178639430</id><published>2010-08-20T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T08:52:30.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls Blanket</title><content type='html'>It was way fun to pick out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; fabric for a change.  If I remember right I've only made Emily &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Doxey's&lt;/span&gt; little girl a blanket and the rest have all been boys.  I don't even know how many little boy blankets I've made.  I bought this as a layer cake from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;moda&lt;/span&gt; and then just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;swapped&lt;/span&gt; the middles&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507517138236748034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TG6hqDr6MQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Q1pc5xUSasc/s400/0708101232.jpg" /&gt;This is it pinned up on my wall once I had them in strips.  It took me about 3 weeks to actually sew the rows together.  I must have got burned out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507517145894626050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TG6hqgNsIwI/AAAAAAAAAg8/XDcrEleq-vw/s400/0730101645a.jpg" /&gt; Here is the back that I put together with cream 2 1/2 inch strips and a jelly roll of the same fabric.  I have lots of the jelly roll left over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TG6hbHEFNeI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BcTJgPfVQ0E/s1600/0730101645.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507516888132991234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TG6hbf-huQI/AAAAAAAAAgs/TQ1bOAYDL7s/s400/0730101645.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the top once I sewed it all the top together.  I have it all pinned ready to quilt.  I've tried couple of my different &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; on my sewing machine but I think I'll just outline the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squares&lt;/span&gt; like I always do.  I just like how clean it looks.  Someday when I'm really wealthy I'm buying one of those really big quilting machines that take up the space of a whole room.  Dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll put up the picture of when I have it done.  Hopefully this weekend I'll steal some time to do that.  But I've already started another girl blanket and am super excited to sew it.  I'm having my mom quilt that one for me.   Then the girl can have a blanket her grandma quilted for her.  And yes I have another blanket all picked out that I want to make next.  That ones going to have to wait cause I don't have the fabric for it yet.   &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/4295943857630148814-1665774158178639430?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/1665774158178639430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=1665774158178639430&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/1665774158178639430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/1665774158178639430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2010/08/girls-blanket.html' title='The Girls Blanket'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TG6hqDr6MQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Q1pc5xUSasc/s72-c/0708101232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-5789673201968207606</id><published>2010-07-30T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:27:33.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Yummy</title><content type='html'>Isn't summer wonderful. I loved Alaska but I forgot what good fruit tastes like. I think I'm in heaven here. We eat way too much fruit. It's just so good. Hudson thinks so as well. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I buy strawberries this is what he does. Then I have to eat the rest or use them in something that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499843779453104818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TFNexypxsrI/AAAAAAAAAek/8gwGz57jAbk/s400/IMG_8127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli has gained this love of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; and eats them like apples.  I have to buy twice what I normally do so he can eat half. How can I tell them "no you can't have fruit and vegetables." Don't get me wrong they still ask for ice cream and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;posicks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;( that's what Hudson calls p&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opsicles&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; every day to I just have no problem telling them no to those things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-5789673201968207606?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/5789673201968207606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=5789673201968207606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/5789673201968207606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/5789673201968207606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-yummy.html' title='Summer Yummy'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TFNexypxsrI/AAAAAAAAAek/8gwGz57jAbk/s72-c/IMG_8127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-7064598156556531586</id><published>2010-07-30T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:59:52.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Once Again</title><content type='html'>We just got back from a week and half long trip to Utah. It was great. It was like a road trip cause it takes two days to get to northern Utah with kids. The boys do amazing in the car. They'll go a good 4-6 hours with nothing more than a couple of toys after that its movie time. Who ever invented portable DVD players is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having that time where Robb and I can sit and talk about nothing for hours while the kids sleep in the back of the car. I learned that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Robbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trek&lt;/span&gt; nerd... you know those people who are in love with Star Trek. It just makes me love him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to Robb's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hulet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; family reunion which always turns out to be way fun. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;They always&lt;/span&gt; have this little old man come and do a little train for the kids here a picture of them. It was so hot. Robb took the pictures while I sat in the little shad there was. Next we were off again for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501663303020893826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TFnVoAJc1oI/AAAAAAAAAgU/MKhBC4L2QjM/s320/IMG_8384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501663270972485250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TFnVmIwg7oI/AAAAAAAAAgM/FnXW8g7uY84/s320/IMG_8386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute sisters did a little baby shower for me at my brother's pool party. My sisters are so wonderful. They all brought gifts with the cutes girl stuff, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;outfits&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onesies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, blankets, bibs and even glass bottles. Laura (my bother &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dallans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wife) already sent me 6 or so of the cutes little outfits right after the ultra sound. She was just as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; as me. My best friend Jen came with her hubby Nathan, Lilly 3 and Kingston 3 months (I think). It was so sweet of them to do a baby shower. It was fun to get baby girl stuff. Plus I threw away all my bottles and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pacifiers&lt;/span&gt; and a lot of baby stuff in the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just hung out at my moms house for the week and loved every minute. What is it about moms house that makes you just want to take a nap and be lazy? Robb says I act a bit different when I'm home and around my brothers and sisters. I'm not sure if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a last minute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; to make a trip to Logan and see the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Doxey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; clan. Since it was last minute Emily was in North Carolina wind surfing but we saw Mike, Abby, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and Sophia. I can't believe its been two years since I've seen them. It was so nice to be around old friends. I really hate making new friends in New Mexico. I have become a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recluse&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;withdrawals&lt;/span&gt; from missing everyone in Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good trip but I forgot to take pictures like I normally do! I did find my camera the day before we left, happy day. This is my favorite picture from the bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501664564358359762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TFnWxa_vKtI/AAAAAAAAAgc/eeiY7nlwSyU/s400/IMG_8286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was while driving on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; res. in Arizona. Ha Ha we think the guy was pretty drunk. He was kind of swerving and driving under the speed limit. We passed him as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we went a different way and went through  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monticello&lt;/span&gt; Utah. I've never been there but it was amazing beautiful. We only had to drive through one one Indian Res. through Colorado. It was all really beautiful.  In my old age I've really grown to love  Southern Utah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-7064598156556531586?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/7064598156556531586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=7064598156556531586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/7064598156556531586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/7064598156556531586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2010/07/utah-once-again.html' title='Utah Once Again'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/TFnVoAJc1oI/AAAAAAAAAgU/MKhBC4L2QjM/s72-c/IMG_8384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-4936206921338090636</id><published>2010-07-02T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:43:39.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I can't find my camera with all my pictures from Alaska to New Mexico.  It's really not that big of a deal but I feel like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; weeks of my life have been erased like they never even happened.  I don't even like taking pictures, so why should I care so much?  I CARE!  I want my camera back.  I had it as we were unpacking, but now that were all moved in and life has started to resume as normal I can't find it anywhere.  I forgot the could less hours where I sit with my kids and we look at pictures and Eli tells all about whats going on in them like I wasn't even there.  I love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of finding my camera I have lost my phone twice, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;, my flip video camera and my sunglasses a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;numerous&lt;/span&gt; amount of times.  All of which I have found, so why can't I find my camera?  I seem to be losing everything right now like I've been taking crazy pills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-4936206921338090636?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/4936206921338090636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=4936206921338090636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/4936206921338090636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/4936206921338090636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2010/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-4203974383043610065</id><published>2010-05-24T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:29:27.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Days To Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have made it to New Mexico and are in a big beautiful home on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Holloman&lt;/span&gt; AFB and we are soaking up the sun like never before. It has come to my attentions that we are no more the Alaska &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hulets&lt;/span&gt; but have become the NEW Mexican &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hulets&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been here for 5 weeks and I'm still unpacking boxes of random stuff. I've lost my camera so no photos of the long trip with two kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the amazing news that Robb and I got today. We went in for my first baby appointment since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elmendorf&lt;/span&gt; (they're really slow here), the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;midwife&lt;/span&gt; is amazing and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt;, which I love. Crossing our fingers they had room in the schedule for an ultrasound was pointless there is no tech in the office any more. We were sent to another clinic where you call a toll free number for an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt;. The only opening was this coming Friday. We took a chance and drove over to the office in town where they had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cancellation&lt;/span&gt; HURRAY! Baby is great growing just fine due date still September 19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Its so amazing what they can do with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; 3D machines, but our tech must have been magic because he made the baby boy, I was expecting to have, a GIRL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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_5475075093667437746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/S_tfyhyi3LI/AAAAAAAAAb8/OUj1D5EMisI/s400/5-24-10++BABY+GIRL!!!!_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-4203974383043610065?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/4203974383043610065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=4203974383043610065&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/4203974383043610065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/4203974383043610065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-days-to-come.html' title='New Days To Come'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/S_tfyhyi3LI/AAAAAAAAAb8/OUj1D5EMisI/s72-c/5-24-10++BABY+GIRL!!!!_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-7862334734503447172</id><published>2010-03-08T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:25:11.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks To Go</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and it hit me.  We have two weeks left.  Wow where has the time gone.  I can't believe we move so soon.  Very, very bitter sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm excited to move.&lt;br /&gt;          Closer to family&lt;br /&gt;           WARMTH&lt;br /&gt;           Closer to family&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cheaper&lt;/span&gt; flights&lt;br /&gt;           Closer to family&lt;br /&gt;           More store &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;options&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Closer to family&lt;br /&gt;           More than one road out of town&lt;br /&gt;           and did I mention we'll be closer to family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm going to miss.&lt;br /&gt;           Friends&lt;br /&gt;           Kids of friends&lt;br /&gt;           Hiking just right up the road&lt;br /&gt;           Swimming in lakes&lt;br /&gt;           Seeing moose all the time&lt;br /&gt;           Berry Picking&lt;br /&gt;           Bike ride trails everywhere&lt;br /&gt;           Whale watching&lt;br /&gt;           Camping where it never gets &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;deathly&lt;/span&gt; hot&lt;br /&gt;           and all the wonderful people we've meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had way to much fun in Alaska and really hope that one day we'll be able to come back.  But for now, get packing.  Cause &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; I like it or not we're moving in just TWO weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today I've packed one box, cleaned behind the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;emptied&lt;/span&gt; out all my pots, shoveled the drive way (let the kids play outside while it snowed), sorted through all the boys clothes, and cleaned out the hall closet.  It may not sound like much but I'm tired and ready for my daily 3 o'clock nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-7862334734503447172?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/7862334734503447172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=7862334734503447172&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/7862334734503447172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/7862334734503447172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-weeks-to-go.html' title='Two Weeks To Go'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-7243943734394507053</id><published>2010-02-24T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:07:44.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March?</title><content type='html'>I feel like the last 3 months have flown right by. The holidays always make things move quicker than any other time of month and yet those are the months that I wish could last forever. We had a great Christmas with both our families. All I did was sit around with my leg up while everyone did everything for me. ACL surgery number 4 was the best recovery wise that I have ever had. I felt great and wanted to start walking within 3 weeks of surgery but I didn't. I don't want surgery number 5 anytime soon. Needless to say this Christmas came and went with lost of drugs and crazy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/S4wKyqIDCBI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GxP7wWrcXss/s1600-h/IMG_7398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443737915001866258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/S4wKyqIDCBI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GxP7wWrcXss/s200/IMG_7398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/S4wKzBvbrUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/c7eoQDvf7DY/s1600-h/IMG_7413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443737921341074754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/S4wKzBvbrUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/c7eoQDvf7DY/s200/IMG_7413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would spend one night with my family then with the Hulets. I got really warn out going from one place to another so there were a couple of times Robb went to see his family without the loopy wife. Heres a picture of my whole family. I don't know how many times we've planned on taking family pictures but then something happens to someone and we always have a person missing but not at an impromtu photo shoot where I look amazing! Oh well.&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: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443739821286898610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/S4wMhnl0O7I/AAAAAAAAAbk/gWSO0W3zBRQ/s400/IMG_1353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January came and went uneventful but again way to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feburary was a bit of a whril wind. Robbs grandma Hulet passed away leaving an amazing family behind to remember her with fondness always. I didn't know much about her or her life but I do know she always made me feel like one of the crazy Hulet clan. They are an amazing family with more love to give than I ever thought possible. The cousins are so close almost like brothers and sisters. They have family reunion once every year and its one big family fest. Who knows what will happen this coming year. Robb was able to go home for her funeral which Iwas greatful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than we all got sick. We started with Eli then it went to Hudson and now its spread to me. So far Robb has come through without catching the bug. With less than 5 weeks to go before the move I starting to really feel the pressure. I don't how to box up my life. Its harder than I thought it was going to be. This is our really first home and now we're moving. I don't know why I get so emotional about it. I've started to do a box a day and so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robb has bought a moving truck that he is contiually making improvement on. A new stareo, painted the dash board panels black, fixed all the gauges, and now he's making minor adjustments to the seat, that now sits in my garage. He's way excitied. I told him people are going to think we're fighting because he spends all his free time in the truck. Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli asks everyday if we're going to New Mexico now. Than I constantly answer with a "not today." Eli had his 4th birthday and we had a super hero party with a few friends. He loved it and asks if we can have another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443742960073569426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/S4wPYUe39JI/AAAAAAAAAb0/gIiUTPhk6lU/s400/IMG_7774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hudson just started using the potty but hasn't mastered going #2. My goal was to not have to change diapers while taking to the long drive. Eli never had this problem. Why do children have to be so different. They should all come out exactly the same. Then you know what to expect and can handle the disasters with a calm deep breath cause you've done it already with the frist child. It seems they don't and so I find myself taking more than a just one deep breath when dealing with this refusal to use the toilet for all the bathroom needs. If Hudson weren't so cute I could get really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443742179227889426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/S4wOq3mwbxI/AAAAAAAAAbs/TVZ_SHKmpDo/s400/IMG_7831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-7243943734394507053?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/7243943734394507053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=7243943734394507053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/7243943734394507053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/7243943734394507053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-like-last-3-months-have-flown.html' title='March?'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/S4wKyqIDCBI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GxP7wWrcXss/s72-c/IMG_7398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-8404852266507245401</id><published>2009-11-09T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:41:31.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Day Of The Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SvkhswfbjTI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7hTYVfZcwVA/s1600-h/IMG_6263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402386280822312242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SvkhswfbjTI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7hTYVfZcwVA/s400/IMG_6263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I go home all three of my brothers ask if I've caught any fish. My answer has always been "no". Not any longer, this Christmas I get to rub it in their faces that they never came to visit me. Boy did they miss out this was the most fun I've had this whole summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like everyone else we took the voyage to the Kenai and went dip netting. We had no clue what we where to go or what to do but we had a very large net and an empty cooler that needed to be filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We parked on as side where we were able to park our car right on the beach where we were fishing so the kids had a place to go when they got cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robb started us off and caught 4 fish in the first 40 min. While I got the kids bundled and put on my gear. Then it was my turn and this was my first fish I caught.&lt;/div&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_5402381403182705858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SvkdQ13hrMI/AAAAAAAAAY0/fJHefVbnGI0/s320/IMG_6242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was bigger than ay of the ones Robb had caught so I was super impressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for those of you that don't know how this all works, here it goes. First you take out an incredibly large net and wade into the ocean holding the net as the current tries to knock you over. Then you wait for consistant tugging where you quickly flip your net over into the bottom of the ocean. Then the really hard work as you drag your net and hopefully a fish with you up the beach. I don't know why but everytime I caught a fish I would start running up the beach and be totally exhausted. Robb would then hit the fish over the head, cut the gills and add it to the pile. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402381429428092178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SvkdSXo6fRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Ld8Ftp7VqCE/s320/IMG_6214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was feeling pretty good about my mamoth sized fish and then Robb &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pulls a two for one. Mine was still bigger than your little two.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402381414614453234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SvkdRgdES_I/AAAAAAAAAY8/qjlG_UARXrQ/s320/IMG_6240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course the kids had a blast the whole time. They did everything from chasing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seaguls and poking fish heads to building sandcastle and eating dirt. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402381421050935394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SvkdR4bpOGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QqK_rsxhD48/s320/IMG_6210.JPG" /&gt;They spent a good 30 mins. stairing at this ity bity fish that you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can hardly see in the picture.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402383234805704898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svke7dMeqMI/AAAAAAAAAZc/9AeVSIs_0Dc/s320/IMG_6282.JPG" /&gt;Here is the first pile of fish after the first hour and they kept on going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out one more time for a total of 6 fish and Robb caught the other 14. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402383223637846466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svke6zl2qcI/AAAAAAAAAZU/LVnri0uWoIU/s320/IMG_6251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't he look proud?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402383251633293634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svke8b4fSUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/4C3Yro2Fy1A/s320/IMG_6294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll needless to say our cooler was full and now is our freezer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a fish day once a week. I Love It!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402383260914380834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svke8-dRcCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/I-mWR4cK-SY/s320/IMG_6297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up that Thursday morning at 4 am not knowing what we were doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drove for 4 hours fished for 6 hours and then took the 4 hour drive home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were a tad bit tired.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402383243552782114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svke79x8dyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/9xZnqFendwY/s320/IMG_6287.JPG" /&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/4295943857630148814-8404852266507245401?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/8404852266507245401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=8404852266507245401&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/8404852266507245401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/8404852266507245401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-day-of-summer.html' title='Best Day Of The Summer'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SvkhswfbjTI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7hTYVfZcwVA/s72-c/IMG_6263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-8284567568563160142</id><published>2009-09-08T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:14:17.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of a mother am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know when you have those moments when you think wow I'm really not a good mom right now even though what has happened shows no reflection of your mothering skill. Well we had one of those days on Monday.&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_5379218774131458818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SqbS-Yk3wwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xd1Y7RMpFwE/s320/IMG_6832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had planned to go for a bike ride all day but we didn't end up leaving until about 5:30pm and decided to go on the Cambell Airstrip trail which is a dirt/rock trail. Eli was doing great and we were having a great time. We were on our way back to the car when Mychel rode up ahead with Hudson on the back of my bike.  Was just turning around when I lost balance and fell.  Its not that easy moving a bike that has an extra 35 lbs on the back.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379218783513628098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SqbS-7hwTcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Z3vZtwzPw0s/s320/IMG_6833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Needless to say Hudson went down with me.  We thought at first that maybe his little hand just got smashed a bit or that it just scared him.  Oh, but no.  I, me, the mom broke his arm.  We went straight to the hospital where we waited on Labor day weekend for 3 hours.  We were finally done at 1:00 am making the grand total a 4 1/2 hour ER visit.  He broke both bones in his forarm but they didn't have to set them so thats good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379218792426829570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SqbS_cu09wI/AAAAAAAAAYU/v4sN9f7nsyI/s320/IMG_6836.JPG" /&gt;  Bad mother of the year award!  He slept the whole time they put the splint on.  He gets to have a cast on come Thursday morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379218797870045202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SqbS_xAl2BI/AAAAAAAAAYc/9thdY1bh2w8/s320/IMG_6841.JPG" /&gt;You would think we would be like this most of the time.  But this is Hudson who is my happy sweet easy going boy who complains only when he can't hold the food with both hands.  So this is how he still lives his life with a broken arm.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379218813303582546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SqbTAqgO71I/AAAAAAAAAYk/OyKTA31DSro/s320/IMG_6847.JPG" /&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/4295943857630148814-8284567568563160142?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/8284567568563160142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=8284567568563160142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/8284567568563160142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/8284567568563160142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-kind-of-mother-am-i.html' title='What kind of a mother am I?'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SqbS-Yk3wwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xd1Y7RMpFwE/s72-c/IMG_6832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-1544462174950968938</id><published>2009-08-03T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:08:43.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whats Your Favorite?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;So, my sister is coming in town and I'm trying to think of all my favorite things about Alaska that I can show her in just one week. Here are my must sees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Coastal Trail/ Earthquak Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SndhIbDYaeI/AAAAAAAAAW0/eTP54UoN0-k/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365864278364023266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SndhIbDYaeI/AAAAAAAAAW0/eTP54UoN0-k/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Market&lt;/span&gt; always fun to get really bad music over priced junk and really grease food to add a pimple or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Girdwood Tram Hike&lt;/span&gt; by Crow Creek Mine maybe drive a bit to the top and pick Salmon Berries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SndmvayWUPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/y_kIYEjXiis/s1600-h/IMG_6143.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365870445865619698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SndmvayWUPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/y_kIYEjXiis/s320/IMG_6143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SndmKtwmsOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TBK1KexkuhY/s1600-h/IMG_6137.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365869815303418082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SndmKtwmsOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TBK1KexkuhY/s320/IMG_6137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Hiking this year with the Shaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Portage Glacier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Wild Life Refuge &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we've been there 3 different times when other family has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Flat Top&lt;/span&gt; (one of the best hikes yet not one I'd do with just me and the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I Love Love Love the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;U-pick it Farm&lt;/span&gt;. I'm a big nerd but Its my dream to have a huge garden and the fact that its amazingly beautiful up there might add a lot. While in Palmer there is always the Raindeer Farm thats fun for kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;My favorite place we've camped is in &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Homer&lt;/span&gt;, called Wiskey Gulch and Homer is just a cute little port village. (I'm not taking her all the way to Homer sorry Meili)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SndrTMrmP4I/AAAAAAAAAXc/uMCWN3XeDPQ/s1600-h/IMG_1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365875458601009026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SndrTMrmP4I/AAAAAAAAAXc/uMCWN3XeDPQ/s320/IMG_1454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SndsTKPqeyI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Mt8d7a7wKkw/s1600-h/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365876557458602786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SndsTKPqeyI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Mt8d7a7wKkw/s320/IMG_1544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Seward&lt;/span&gt; will have to do. I heard there is a wildlife cruise there that is amazing. Has any one done that one. There is a glacier cruise out of Whitter I think we'll have to slurge and go on one of those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;These are just a few of my touresty things I want to do with her but I really want to know what are your favorite things in Alaska, you're must sees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-1544462174950968938?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/1544462174950968938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=1544462174950968938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/1544462174950968938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/1544462174950968938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-your-favorite-so-my-sister-is.html' title=''/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SndhIbDYaeI/AAAAAAAAAW0/eTP54UoN0-k/s72-c/IMG_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-4240529515627649600</id><published>2009-06-22T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:52:28.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My favorite Mothers Day gift from Robb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He makes me a new one every year. He's a keeper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dd4b45a796edcb9c" 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://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd4b45a796edcb9c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331255627%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AC72AE456CAD08035C81475C7F32CE2A9976D31.777DD50C897447E6378D8A0C6DCE517942A2271F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd4b45a796edcb9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKXCsQ8aM89SvfBcdthB2X1hJ8Gw&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://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd4b45a796edcb9c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331255627%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AC72AE456CAD08035C81475C7F32CE2A9976D31.777DD50C897447E6378D8A0C6DCE517942A2271F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd4b45a796edcb9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKXCsQ8aM89SvfBcdthB2X1hJ8Gw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-4240529515627649600?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dd4b45a796edcb9c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/4240529515627649600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=4240529515627649600&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/4240529515627649600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/4240529515627649600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-6165421412740936079</id><published>2009-01-21T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:13:07.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Web Cam FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year we got one of those Christmas gifts that you just hook up and never really figure out until a couple of weeks later. We got a web cam which is awsome. We got to talk to our families on Christmas morning and Robbs parents got to wish Eli a happy birthday right over the computer. Isn't technology amazing? Well We just found this cool feture where we can take pictures with it. Now we can send pictures of what were doing that very minute. Well needless to say we're very happy our family can see how well were doing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SXfGYWdMCwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/P7thjEMrwAQ/s1600-h/Picture+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293918008644471554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SXfGYWdMCwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/P7thjEMrwAQ/s400/Picture+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SXfGPlFb-vI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DDN6A7XWA20/s1600-h/Picture+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293917857952561906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SXfGPlFb-vI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DDN6A7XWA20/s400/Picture+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SXfGCtIxfdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jLxh_jp7fzM/s1600-h/Picture+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293917636775738834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SXfGCtIxfdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jLxh_jp7fzM/s400/Picture+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SXfF63OCbVI/AAAAAAAAATw/JmZY7DLJYm4/s1600-h/Picture+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293917502043221330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SXfF63OCbVI/AAAAAAAAATw/JmZY7DLJYm4/s400/Picture+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Marti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SXfF0y3GGAI/AAAAAAAAATo/aqnI6v-OsWQ/s1600-h/Picture+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-6165421412740936079?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/6165421412740936079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=6165421412740936079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/6165421412740936079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/6165421412740936079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-year-we-got-one-of-those-christmas.html' title='Web Cam FUN!'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SXfGYWdMCwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/P7thjEMrwAQ/s72-c/Picture+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-5811913664746397671</id><published>2008-12-11T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:20:33.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where The Heck Did You Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to the mother land of Utah. We played and played to our hearts content. 95% of the time we were outside enjoying their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; warm weather. Here is a rundown of what we did or just what I took pictures of.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHVfz-0h5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/aCnFXVmfr2Y/s1600-h/IMG_3798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278734980761290642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHVfz-0h5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/aCnFXVmfr2Y/s400/IMG_3798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHS-eW2FeI/AAAAAAAAASw/rGmJ01fmFbg/s1600-h/IMG_3903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278732208997537250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHS-eW2FeI/AAAAAAAAASw/rGmJ01fmFbg/s320/IMG_3903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Ware House carving pumpkins the week before Halloween. Why do the adults end up carving the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pumpkins&lt;/span&gt; while all the kids are jumping on the tramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHSEmjgEjI/AAAAAAAAASo/byXGABc_gVI/s1600-h/IMG_3910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278731214765691442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHSEmjgEjI/AAAAAAAAASo/byXGABc_gVI/s320/IMG_3910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHQYT2J0lI/AAAAAAAAASg/JHoihB-kAcs/s1600-h/IMG_3909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278729354317779538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHQYT2J0lI/AAAAAAAAASg/JHoihB-kAcs/s200/IMG_3909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHPB7j06yI/AAAAAAAAASY/5vbtBYkHSrA/s1600-h/IMG_3906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278727870329711394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHPB7j06yI/AAAAAAAAASY/5vbtBYkHSrA/s200/IMG_3906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice the abundance of sunshine. Amazing!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHNoQ6z3II/AAAAAAAAASQ/vh7LxypNnsM/s1600-h/IMG_3911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278726329875029122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHNoQ6z3II/AAAAAAAAASQ/vh7LxypNnsM/s400/IMG_3911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey look even Great-grandpa came out for the occasion. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BBF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bob. Hello, Grandpa why don't you pretend you're not a grumpy old man and enjoy your family. If you think I'm heartless your probably right or you just don't know grandpa. I love my grandpa he reminds me a bit of my dad with an advanced bit of aging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hudson always ended up in one of my brothers arm and won't get down. This is Damon the oldest of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;parent's&lt;/span&gt; 6 children, at our monthly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; party my mom holds at here house each month. Octobers a big one there's ME, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;), Hudson, Carly (sister), and the Father.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHJG3-3ilI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qRc_aoBW3yI/s1600-h/IMG_3982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278721358198966866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHJG3-3ilI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qRc_aoBW3yI/s400/IMG_3982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Hudson and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dallan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHIKUKuscI/AAAAAAAAARw/i7TO0uttvME/s1600-h/IMG_4009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278720317792891330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHIKUKuscI/AAAAAAAAARw/i7TO0uttvME/s400/IMG_4009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHDAvcOkcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/EzquDMlpnV4/s1600-h/IMG_4119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278714655757210050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHDAvcOkcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/EzquDMlpnV4/s200/IMG_4119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hudson got his favorite and my least favorite thing, a sucker, and went to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHBtfoh19I/AAAAAAAAARI/G-iV9ZcHBrM/s1600-h/IMG_4114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278713225584695250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHBtfoh19I/AAAAAAAAARI/G-iV9ZcHBrM/s400/IMG_4114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Slay that dragon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUG_K1lC5yI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0pCthpoikBI/s1600-h/IMG_4128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278710431156987682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUG_K1lC5yI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0pCthpoikBI/s320/IMG_4128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny story, when Hudson was born Robb took one look and said, "He looks just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KELTSEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; my brother. Here he is holding Hudson in front of my moms fireplace and I don't know. Maybe if my son had seen a bit of sun this last summer he wouldn't be so white next to my brother who has freakishly dark skin for my family, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; do look a like.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUG9NFl8jOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/J9qFNBuIFM0/s1600-h/IMG_4149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278708270792215778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUG9NFl8jOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/J9qFNBuIFM0/s400/IMG_4149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278706284512634754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUG7ZeH_Z4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/iEPFW27TPpY/s320/IMG_4162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUG6N-HP3PI/AAAAAAAAAQg/rfq-MGfU790/s1600-h/IMG_4164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278704987429395698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUG6N-HP3PI/AAAAAAAAAQg/rfq-MGfU790/s320/IMG_4164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Story time at the Murray Library. Story time was a disaster yet craft time after was a huge hit.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUG4rZsYlkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WBb6OJHXOQE/s1600-h/IMG_4214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278703294025864770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUG4rZsYlkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WBb6OJHXOQE/s320/IMG_4214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A quick snap shot of Hudson and I. I think I was about to sneeze or wipe a b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ooger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, either way I've got the nostril &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hudson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;digging&lt;/span&gt; in the dirt and I say "what the hey, as long as he's not eating it go for it." Then again I've never stopped he from eating dirt at home why start at grandmas house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUG29XgGNzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hNxQYYof_yU/s1600-h/IMG_4258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278701403651847986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUG29XgGNzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hNxQYYof_yU/s400/IMG_4258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eli pulling a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cheessssser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me so I'll leave him alone. The ducks are way cooler that taking pictures with mom. I finding out now that a lot of things are cooler than me and I thought wow, when did I become so Uncool? If you wonder why do I only see pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mychel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Hudson? Its because I couldn't get Eli to slow down for two seconds to even say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Good morning&lt;/span&gt; to me before he was off with the cousins that are at my moms house 24/7. It was wonderfully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chaotic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUG2HDvxr_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/hbeyTUzB24o/s1600-h/IMG_4241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278700470635966450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUG2HDvxr_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/hbeyTUzB24o/s400/IMG_4241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyone can take look at my family pictures at &lt;a href="http://www.beecroftphotography.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.beecroftphotography.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; password #1 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;password #2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4295943857630148814-5811913664746397671?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/5811913664746397671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=5811913664746397671&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/5811913664746397671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/5811913664746397671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-heck-did-you-go.html' title='Where The Heck Did You Go?'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SUHVfz-0h5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/aCnFXVmfr2Y/s72-c/IMG_3798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-8619122220886879730</id><published>2008-10-12T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:19:32.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SPQS0YFxHtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/noTLb6Didvc/s1600-h/IMG_3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256847356077350610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SPQS0YFxHtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/noTLb6Didvc/s200/IMG_3492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SPQRBYdbuDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aJmxkd-zDH4/s1600-h/IMG_3485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256845380491655218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SPQRBYdbuDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aJmxkd-zDH4/s400/IMG_3485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SPQPnC5TfpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_3MCyX-dlBo/s1600-h/IMG_3481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256843828514750098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SPQPnC5TfpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_3MCyX-dlBo/s320/IMG_3481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SPJNsVhahvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UZ41_v9Ve0o/s1600-h/IMG_3470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256349139181668082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SPJNsVhahvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UZ41_v9Ve0o/s200/IMG_3470.JPG" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SPJPunFFSmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EFvmh_OWffE/s1600-h/IMG_3474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256351377277667938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SPJPunFFSmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EFvmh_OWffE/s200/IMG_3474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Fall Festival thing we went to at the U-Pick It Farm in Palmer. We went with some friends Josh, Kristen Isebela and Carson, they had some friends from out of town come with us and it was way fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256343989219614786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SPJJAkax4EI/AAAAAAAAAIs/sFDef1Jyz10/s400/IMG_3465.JPG" width="371" border="0" /&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/4295943857630148814-8619122220886879730?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/8619122220886879730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=8619122220886879730&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/8619122220886879730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/8619122220886879730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2008/10/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SPQS0YFxHtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/noTLb6Didvc/s72-c/IMG_3492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-2871482130935106604</id><published>2008-08-11T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:06:05.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did Hudson Eat NOW!</title><content type='html'>I can't even begin to count how many times a day I am pulling things out of Hudson's mouth.  On the off chance that it's actually food, I celebrate.  All the while knowing in another two minutes I'll be pulling some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; object from the bottomless pit we call Hudson.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just a few moments caught in time of the many things I find in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hudson's&lt;/span&gt; mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCxPE-oSEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jpwHEc2OJt0/s1600-h/IMG_3012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233377639597099074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCxPE-oSEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jpwHEc2OJt0/s400/IMG_3012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCwcOpqdaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ROg2dM98uEc/s1600-h/IMG_3006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233376766020187554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCwcOpqdaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ROg2dM98uEc/s320/IMG_3006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hudsons&lt;/span&gt; most recent discovery of a half eaten cookie he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; by the help of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; the Judi's little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;munchkin&lt;/span&gt;.  Taking a cue from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Husdon&lt;/span&gt; decided he would share a little with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCunzfsZbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/brIOW5x18AI/s1600-h/IMG_2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233374765865788850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCunzfsZbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/brIOW5x18AI/s200/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCtyq07q6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/oltPFHr-tPE/s1600-h/IMG_2992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233373853005884322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCtyq07q6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/oltPFHr-tPE/s320/IMG_2992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hurray!  It's something eatable, not the most healthy but I'll take sugar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cereal&lt;/span&gt; over rocks and dirt any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCr-pVhjxI/AAAAAAAAADw/nf-ahQlidcw/s1600-h/IMG_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233371859740888850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCr-pVhjxI/AAAAAAAAADw/nf-ahQlidcw/s200/IMG_2954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thread that's a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCoj0suPBI/AAAAAAAAADk/fvKaKEkp2Ig/s1600-h/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233368100399627282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCoj0suPBI/AAAAAAAAADk/fvKaKEkp2Ig/s200/IMG_1793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;eward&lt;/span&gt; on the beach with i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tty&lt;/span&gt; bitty rocks, almost sand.  An absolute joy to get out of the snapping jaws of a teething baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCmOOI_lwI/AAAAAAAAADc/N8h8byfZ5Pg/s1600-h/IMG_2091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233365530248713986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCmOOI_lwI/AAAAAAAAADc/N8h8byfZ5Pg/s320/IMG_2091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/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/4295943857630148814-2871482130935106604?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/2871482130935106604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=2871482130935106604&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/2871482130935106604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/2871482130935106604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-did-hudson-eat-now.html' title='What Did Hudson Eat NOW!'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SKCxPE-oSEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jpwHEc2OJt0/s72-c/IMG_3012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-7402902933383510366</id><published>2008-07-25T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:15:02.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fam was in Town</title><content type='html'>My parents and my niece Mekayla came to visit at the beginning of July and we had a blast. This is our trip to Denali National Park. It was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIo_2PCUGLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xkbVy4h--RU/s1600-h/IMG_2290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227060518498605234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIo_2PCUGLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xkbVy4h--RU/s320/IMG_2290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here we are at the Denali sign after our long day in the park and I was SO ready for a good meal and a hot shower!&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;If you look really close you can see everything I love standing on the edge of a cliff. Of course it was Robb's brilliant idea to hike up the mountain, making our own trail. I had to slide down on my butt because I was so scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIo8233JXwI/AAAAAAAAACw/PAhmt92xxWk/s1600-h/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227057230922735362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIo8233JXwI/AAAAAAAAACw/PAhmt92xxWk/s400/IMG_2277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove into the park to the Savage river(that's as far as personal vehicles are allowed). After eating lunch we went for a hike along the river stopping every so often so Eli could throw a rock or two into the river. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIoW3hBCCBI/AAAAAAAAACg/IABjJ7obiHo/s1600-h/IMG_2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227015460528195602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIoW3hBCCBI/AAAAAAAAACg/IABjJ7obiHo/s200/IMG_2257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIoYOXgU81I/AAAAAAAAACo/Tiz96MSfOSQ/s1600-h/IMG_2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227016952623723346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIoYOXgU81I/AAAAAAAAACo/Tiz96MSfOSQ/s200/IMG_2258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIoUZ7RRvnI/AAAAAAAAACY/_5dKEaHb8zo/s1600-h/IMG_2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227012753156324978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIoUZ7RRvnI/AAAAAAAAACY/_5dKEaHb8zo/s320/IMG_2239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&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;&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;My weird family at the Denali National Park from left to right: Kim hiding in the very back, Robb with Hudson on his back, Glenny Poo and Eli. We're waiting to get on a bus for the dog demo. They showed how a dog sled works and talked about how they use the dogs during the winter to patrol since snow machines aren't allowed. Denali is a "PRESERVE" which is why personal vehicles are only allowed so far in (lame huh?).&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIoRjzX6p3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Og8Lxay7S7Q/s1600-h/IMG_2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227009624300496754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIoRjzX6p3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Og8Lxay7S7Q/s400/IMG_2226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt. McKinley from the observation deck at our "resort." I laugh because when Robb paid $2.00 for a can of Coke he sarcastically asked, "Are you kidding me, 2 dollars for a can of Coke?" The girl politely replied, "you're at a resort." The only thing "resort" about it would be all the little old people lounging around, and over-priced food that was just mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIoO0NKqSaI/AAAAAAAAACI/QlsYDDSoRQY/s1600-h/IMG_2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227006607567243682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIoO0NKqSaI/AAAAAAAAACI/QlsYDDSoRQY/s200/IMG_2198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is at the Princess Wilderness Lodge where we stayed on our way to Denali. You could see Mt. McKinley off the viewing deck, it was awesome. Here are my children riding the baby black bear. Thanks to the kindness of our friends who gave us coupons for Denali, we got our rooms at a the amazing rate of stay one night get the next night free! I think we paid about $49.00 dollars a night. It doesn't get any better than that.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-7402902933383510366?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/7402902933383510366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=7402902933383510366&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/7402902933383510366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/7402902933383510366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2008/07/fam-was-in-town.html' title='The Fam was in Town'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/SIo_2PCUGLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xkbVy4h--RU/s72-c/IMG_2290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-3976500497144101762</id><published>2008-06-20T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:54:24.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Beauty</title><content type='html'>I am the mother of two beautiful little boys whom I think are the cutest around, biased much? A wife that will follow the love of her life anywhere and I did, all the way to Anchorage, Alaska. It is the land of gorgeous summers and... well, gorgeous summers. Did I mention the summers are absolutely amazing. It's almost worth the 6-7 months of cold bitterness. I have to admit that the winter snow is just like the song, "A Marshmallow World!" If it weren't so frigged out there I might venture outside with my boys to make an igloo or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like to be outside biking, hiking, kayaking, fishing and more, then this is the place for YOU (in the summer that is). I would ride my bike everywhere if I could, and well, I do. To the library, grocery store, service station, Subway, the hospital and many a park. Each night I ask the man of the house, "So, what are the plans for this evening?" Hoping that he might ask me in return what I would like to do (my classic hint dropping). In response I always answer, "How about a bike ride?" If it were at all possible I might kick Robb out of my bed for my "Red Beauty." Don't worry Robb, come October you'll win my heart back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-3976500497144101762?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/3976500497144101762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=3976500497144101762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/3976500497144101762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/3976500497144101762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2008/06/red-beauty.html' title='Red Beauty'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295943857630148814.post-6553929128313833327</id><published>2008-05-10T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:58:26.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Time, What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wow, tonight Robb is at the father-son campout. I've had the night all alone, well Hudson and I. A chick flick "Over Her Dead Body" (really enjoyed the movie) and a new blog has filled my evening. I am so excited to start this blog to occupy my heaps of free time. With two little boys, Eli 2 and Hudson 6 months, I am astonished at how much free time I really don't have, yet I would never change it for the world. It's nice to have a night of nothing. No dinner, no bath time, no story time and no bed time. I missed Robb and Eli the minute they drove out of the driveway. Sleeping in my bed alone is something I loathe. &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;Intro to the Family &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;Robb the amazing bread winner of the family, is currently serving his country in the United States Air Force. Living in Alaska has been and is a blessing that keeps on giving. I, Elissa Mychel Hulet am the brains behind the outfit or should I say, "the uniform." I love every day that is filled with sunshine and am enjoying those that aren't. Eli takes me for a whirl-wind, chasing after him each day and Husdon is the baby that I never want to grow up. All in all we have a terrific family and a wonderful home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295943857630148814-6553929128313833327?l=thehuletherald.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/feeds/6553929128313833327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4295943857630148814&amp;postID=6553929128313833327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/6553929128313833327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295943857630148814/posts/default/6553929128313833327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehuletherald.blogspot.com/2008/05/free-time-what.html' title='Free Time, What?'/><author><name>(elissa) Mychel (ware) Hulet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01397068294903022603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IMG6m8jxHEU/Svnmpw6geGI/AAAAAAAAAak/aogMt-LO0kk/S220/IMG_6886.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
