<?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-8751165517599037936</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:42:41.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRIS &amp; CHRISTIE</title><subtitle type='html'>Chris Pease   &amp;amp;   Christie Wilkes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-3533882001866625347</id><published>2009-01-19T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:17:14.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over</title><content type='html'>I said goodbye to my former life this weekend, and moved out of our house. Chris and I decided it would be best to end our relationship--well, I'll be honest, it was mostly Chris who decided this. Chris went away, riding in Mesquite and I recruited my entire family to help me move my stuff into a storage unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporarily, I will be staying with with my parents until I decide what it is I "plan to do with my one wild and precious life." I have job interviews lined up and am considering about going back to school as a full-time college student for the remaining year.  Chris will most likely have roommates moving in and he'll continue to do what Chris feels is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I love and adore him. I built my entire universe around him, pouring everything I had into the dream I held of us, and don't regret a moment of it. He taught me a lot about loving and living - and really learning to trust another person with my future. He called me on my bullshit, a blessing and hard-love tactic that made me face down many of my demons in a way no one ever has. He stuck with me through the rollercoaster of my most difficult time of life; a feat I don't believe anyone else would have had the strength of heart to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our chemistry just changed very slowly over time; it is like a handful of molecules morphed and mutated the chemical balance in our genetic fibers - and we evolved, together, into something not quite balanced or true to whole form.  We both worked so hard to fix US and to make our dynamics work together, and I am thankful for the effort he gave. I am grateful to him for being able to see us as we really were and being bold, and truthful enough to call it to an end. I would fought to make this work, and clung to the inside the burning house until the ashes grew cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning how to be alone again. Learning who I am without him.  It is so painful to be alone with myself, this new stranger, when everything inside of me is still a reflection of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this tragedy, and this suffocating feeling of complete loss, I step back and re-play all the wonderful memories we made together, all the ways he made me happy, and all of the fun, charming, strong pieces of him I'll carry with me now on this adventure down a separate road.  I will always love him, and hope that moving forward he can continue to be my best friend. I just can't imagine him out of my life forever; I can't forget someone whose blood is now my blood, who's heartbeat I heard synchronize with mine on those dark, quiet nights together in our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to erase this blog site, and all the memories we have here. I just want to start a new one to account for myself.  So from now on, you can see me at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;www.christiewilkes.wordpress.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Keno &amp;amp; Lincoln - me and Shitty will miss you and think about you everyday. All our love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-3533882001866625347?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3533882001866625347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=3533882001866625347' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3533882001866625347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3533882001866625347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/01/game-over.html' title='Game Over'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-794845124847498271</id><published>2009-01-15T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:47:55.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are a Few of my Favorite Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-8nwidLEI/AAAAAAAAAlI/KR2j3yn_BFo/s1600-h/Lincoln+in+the+Fridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-8nwidLEI/AAAAAAAAAlI/KR2j3yn_BFo/s400/Lincoln+in+the+Fridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291655478413962306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-8fAtrZyI/AAAAAAAAAlA/DqA1Oe12gss/s1600-h/Christie+and+Chris+in+Jericho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-8fAtrZyI/AAAAAAAAAlA/DqA1Oe12gss/s400/Christie+and+Chris+in+Jericho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291655328137176866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-8VdfKtOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/c4hceT8YkjU/s1600-h/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-8VdfKtOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/c4hceT8YkjU/s400/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291655164062250210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-8OmB8ZNI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ptlRSHEY5Xo/s1600-h/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-8OmB8ZNI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ptlRSHEY5Xo/s400/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291655046096512210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-8FVOb4jI/AAAAAAAAAko/f6EQLRVzdb8/s1600-h/ChrisandChristie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-8FVOb4jI/AAAAAAAAAko/f6EQLRVzdb8/s400/ChrisandChristie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291654886966682162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-8BaG92fI/AAAAAAAAAkg/BRlxajvWOws/s1600-h/26th_Birthday_at_the_Melting_Pot_5_24_2008_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-8BaG92fI/AAAAAAAAAkg/BRlxajvWOws/s400/26th_Birthday_at_the_Melting_Pot_5_24_2008_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291654819558054386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-79WFz1rI/AAAAAAAAAkY/j49nW-jKIX4/s1600-h/DSCN1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-79WFz1rI/AAAAAAAAAkY/j49nW-jKIX4/s400/DSCN1686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291654749759985330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-712Vj9oI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/bDDPys9MPnk/s1600-h/Chris+yelling+at+me+during+Rhino+Ralley+Feb+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-712Vj9oI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/bDDPys9MPnk/s400/Chris+yelling+at+me+during+Rhino+Ralley+Feb+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291654620977034882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-7p1attlI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nq-qs4GE8gE/s1600-h/StGeorge2008014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-5vyDfS1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/DyOQeR-gTh0/s400/Christmas+2006+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291652317725018962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-5n_CbIsI/AAAAAAAAAio/Ysh0PNIo5uk/s1600-h/Chris+Pease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-5n_CbIsI/AAAAAAAAAio/Ysh0PNIo5uk/s400/Chris+Pease.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291652183771259586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-5eWkia0I/AAAAAAAAAig/Dcye9lv9r6M/s1600-h/11.16.06+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-5eWkia0I/AAAAAAAAAig/Dcye9lv9r6M/s400/11.16.06+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291652018289666882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-5X7XtTiI/AAAAAAAAAiY/q7q4-guglMo/s1600-h/4+Wheel+Trip+to+Moab+4.8.06+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-5X7XtTiI/AAAAAAAAAiY/q7q4-guglMo/s400/4+Wheel+Trip+to+Moab+4.8.06+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291651907908881954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-5DalqoCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/gu9JhKXdCUI/s1600-h/4+Wheel+Trip+to+Moab+4.8.06+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-5DalqoCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/gu9JhKXdCUI/s400/4+Wheel+Trip+to+Moab+4.8.06+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291651555511672866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through some old pictures and thought I'd put a couple on here that I like best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-794845124847498271?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/794845124847498271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=794845124847498271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/794845124847498271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/794845124847498271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These Are a Few of my Favorite Things...'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SW-8nwidLEI/AAAAAAAAAlI/KR2j3yn_BFo/s72-c/Lincoln+in+the+Fridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-6882936592548947083</id><published>2009-01-01T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:24:46.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyvhGVNkVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/sCLNDOUz4Og/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286293045796245842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyvhGVNkVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/sCLNDOUz4Og/s400/Christmas+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, another year has passed, and after vacuuming nearly 3 lbs of fallen pine needles, the tree has finally been taken down and all the decorations put away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we've celebrated Christmas &amp;amp; New Years in a fairly mild manner, keeping things simple and relatively uninvolved- a nice change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyvONe_D8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/Ff-Q9qcKot8/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286292721298771906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyvONe_D8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/Ff-Q9qcKot8/s400/Christmas+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent Christmas Eve with my parents, and were able to meet Oliva &amp;amp; Jason- Bryan's new girlfriend and her 3 yr old son. We made gingerbread houses again, and of course, Bryan smoked us all. My "Ol' Swiss House" didn't have a chance compared to his delux "temple." Lame. I always lose now this competition now. Mom &amp;amp; Dad gave us a Belgian Waffel maker, money, jewelry, and some other nice stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVywsEMYQdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/L-2bQHarTwo/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286294333712515538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVywsEMYQdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/L-2bQHarTwo/s400/Christmas+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Christmas morning to a whole stockpile of new bike parts, including all new plastics, beautiful pipe (which I'm holding in the pic), and gear which literally transformed the entire appearance of my bike. I've wanted black plastics since I saw them last year. Chris spent ALL DAY Christmas day putting together my "new" bike, which included custom graphics that he'd designed and ordered. We drove the bike into the front entry so we could work on it and be warm, and here are some before &amp;amp; after pics --I was completely stoked. My bike looks completely hot now, I have to admit - I don't even want to ride it in fear of scratching it! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyxyWAkdAI/AAAAAAAAAhw/mhJdrr51tN0/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286295541085664258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyxyWAkdAI/AAAAAAAAAhw/mhJdrr51tN0/s400/Christmas+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyzsN35aBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/d6M1bvNRdqo/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286297634845845522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyzsN35aBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/d6M1bvNRdqo/s400/Christmas+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyz8a2uXRI/AAAAAAAAAiA/TIx40lxWaz8/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286297913208495378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyz8a2uXRI/AAAAAAAAAiA/TIx40lxWaz8/s400/Christmas+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVy0MtBiVfI/AAAAAAAAAiI/kB_DLaNRPf0/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286298192963589618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVy0MtBiVfI/AAAAAAAAAiI/kB_DLaNRPf0/s400/Christmas+2008+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Chris a very manly, uber-powered kerosene garage space heater as well as a "Boom Bucket" all-weather portable iPod player for the pool and all our camping excursions. I wanted him to rock the toasty garage too! ;-) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyxQTA5AWI/AAAAAAAAAho/TwsNKsAKBdo/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286294956166152546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyxQTA5AWI/AAAAAAAAAho/TwsNKsAKBdo/s400/Christmas+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln got "The Mouser" from Santa Clause, which has been the source of many exciting hours. It's so freakin' cute to see him play! He loved the wrapping paper, drinking the water out of the tree holder, and sleeping on the wrapping paper boxes. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyuXC2uVFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/7gEXhKj3r_Y/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286291773552743506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyuXC2uVFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/7gEXhKj3r_Y/s400/Christmas+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope that friends and family received our cute Christmas card this year and hope that 2009 is a fabulous one for all!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-6882936592548947083?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6882936592548947083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=6882936592548947083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6882936592548947083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6882936592548947083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SVyvhGVNkVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/sCLNDOUz4Og/s72-c/Christmas+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-3004403678084955783</id><published>2008-12-28T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:42:26.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Georgia's 90th B-day</title><content type='html'>Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother's 90&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday we go! We drove to Vernal to the home of Norm &amp;amp; Pam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pease&lt;/span&gt;, Chris' dad &amp;amp; mom, where they were hosted the luncheon to celebrate Georgia's near century on the planet. Chris &amp;amp; I gave her the first of the Jan Karon books, "At Home in Mitford" and a nice bookmark. She loaded up on all kinda of sweet notes, cards, and gifts from all of the family, friends, and community members who showed up to honor her. It was really nice, and fun to see everyone. We were even able to snag a family photo, which I'll post on here once it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma Georgia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-3004403678084955783?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3004403678084955783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=3004403678084955783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3004403678084955783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3004403678084955783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/12/grandma-georgias-90th-b-day.html' title='Grandma Georgia&apos;s 90th B-day'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-5286118859733465868</id><published>2008-12-01T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:38:52.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/STQEe6d706I/AAAAAAAAAgg/3gMPt3bDtKw/s1600-h/StGeorge2008025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/STQEe6d706I/AAAAAAAAAgg/3gMPt3bDtKw/s400/StGeorge2008025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274845992695092130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/STQEBhQsVhI/AAAAAAAAAgI/5tj7Q9RS9lI/s1600-h/StGeorge2008021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/STQEBhQsVhI/AAAAAAAAAgI/5tj7Q9RS9lI/s400/StGeorge2008021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274845487712458258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris, Myself, Phat Jimmy, Charlie &amp;amp; Luwana Canfield, and Shane &amp;amp; Cooper Eliason all hit trails outside of St. George this weekend. We put about 90 miles on the bikes and had an "epic" ride due to abnormally nice weather and soft, no-dust trail conditions. We went through some of the old Rhino Rally big bike course, and hit a bunch of HUGE clay hills that were like riding a roller coaster. It was great because no one was hurt (I got a cactus to the leg that is kind a blue and swelling) and all the bikes were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/STQEZxv8THI/AAAAAAAAAgY/hODiIitVq2U/s1600-h/StGeorge2008010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/STQEZxv8THI/AAAAAAAAAgY/hODiIitVq2U/s400/StGeorge2008010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274845904455355506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was hauling down this trail into a wash. Jimmy was in front of me, parked and watching as the rest of us dropped from the trail, down a 4' step and on. HOWEVER, I picked the left side of the trail and saw Jimmy flagging me "no! no! no!" so I slammed on my brakes-- but it was too late; the front wheel of my bike was already over the edge and I crunched my pipe, again. Turns out he was worried I didn't know how to "jump" my bike and thought that I'd endo over the handlebars when I hit the ground. It was pretty funny; I was totally centered on the edge of the ledge-- like that one time in high school when I high centered my mom's van on the cemement parking barrier in the Layton High School parking lot. The guys had to come grab my bike and pick it up and off for me. Wish I would have got a picture of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, Chris hooked us up with a room in Cedar City so I could see my Grandma Bernice. Ironically, my father, Lawrence, was also in town so we all hooked up at the Sizzler for all-you-can-eat shrimp and to catch up. It was great getting to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think we are going to go down and ride and camp from Christmas - New Years in Mesquite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/STQEKYsJHYI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mQrhQ3m-wIo/s1600-h/StGeorge2008006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/STQEKYsJHYI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mQrhQ3m-wIo/s400/StGeorge2008006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274845640030494082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Christmas: Got home to set up the Christmas tree last night, and woke up this morning to a downed tree-- yes ornaments all over the place, glitter, tinsel in a bind... it's a mess. My poor tree is now lopsidded and jacked up. Charlie Brown tree... ;-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/STQD6MN8e1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/rP58gfiipKg/s1600-h/StGeorge2008024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/STQD6MN8e1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/rP58gfiipKg/s400/StGeorge2008024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274845361804704594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a great weekend - and I'm getting into the Christmas Spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-5286118859733465868?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5286118859733465868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=5286118859733465868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/5286118859733465868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/5286118859733465868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/12/st-george.html' title='St. George'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/STQEe6d706I/AAAAAAAAAgg/3gMPt3bDtKw/s72-c/StGeorge2008025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-2079854890229265269</id><published>2008-11-17T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:29:25.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Page, AZ Final Race Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SSGxmyUpakI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/3sIcTW5KLCw/s1600-h/Page+AZ+race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SSGxmyUpakI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/3sIcTW5KLCw/s400/Page+AZ+race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269688318901709378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sucked. I took 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; place, and will not be placing in the Top 3 over-all. This is a pathetic picture of me nearly in tears, seriously considering NOT finishing the last loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so there was this new little girl who raced: she is 13 years old, like 100 pounds, and she placed 3rd in the NATION. She spanked me like a naughty schoolgirl, and even beat Trish by like a good 10 minutes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course was some of the deepest, nastiest, most horrible whoops ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a "whoop" is a little/deep "hill"  in a series of closely compacted hills, that you have to either roll your bike up and over, which is exhausting, or you have to hit them so fast you skid over the tops of them - which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; as hell).  &lt;/span&gt; I forgot to pack earplugs, so I did not get ONE MINUTE of sleep the previous night before. I was already pooped before the race began and just didn't have the energy to perform like I needed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I was NOT prepared with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;skill and speed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; to do well, and got my ass handed to me.  Here is some crazy cool footage of the Big Bikes trying to get up "THE HILL." We didn't have to go up this hill on our course, but you can see how deep and sandy the terrain was, and how difficult it can be once you lay your bike down, to pick it up and get going again without sinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=vUSZRGocVwM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;youtube.com/watch?v=vUSZRGocVwM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third, I feel this is somewhat of a conspiracy:&lt;/span&gt; toward the end of the first loop, there as a 45-degree angle turn-off that was market with yellow ribbon (signaling a wrong-way) as well as some pink ribbon down in the near distance (signaling the correct way and part of the course) so initially I thought it was a wrong way, HOWEVER-- there was a little kid standing at the intersection POINTING to GO DOWN the turn-off. I ended up miles down the course, in the middle of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' desert, in some construction site. I had to turn around, find my way back to the nearest race workers and ask them for directions. Turns out, the turn-off was NOT part of my course, and that I had lost nearly an entire loop's worth of time by the time I was back-on-course. So Trish ended up LAPPING me, along with another girl who placed 3rd place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SSG3OCXKe7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/T-oohVxpHNs/s1600-h/Big+Bike+Line+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SSG3OCXKe7I/AAAAAAAAAfg/T-oohVxpHNs/s400/Big+Bike+Line+Up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269694490780269490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am trying not to believe it was a ploy to see me fail. After speaking with the other racers, the course was poorly marked and we ended up missing a couple turns throughout. But I was the ONLY one that got re-directed off course. I'm trying to chalk it up to an inexperienced/young race worker's mistake... and not something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SSG3SChvp2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/GSkQZWFyp_o/s1600-h/PageRace2008032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SSG3SChvp2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/GSkQZWFyp_o/s400/PageRace2008032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269694559544125282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More drama: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris was attacked by some dude &lt;/span&gt;who is a member of the Sage Riders club (the club that hosted the race). I was sleeping back in our room, but apparently he and a couple of our other friends walked into another hotel to go watch some footage of the race, when this huge drunk dude (A member of the Sage Riders Motorcycle Club) asked him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you Chris? Let's go outside"&lt;/span&gt; started mauling him!! The drunk dude got pulled off, so Chris walked back into the hotel lobby, upset and loudly asking where this dude was, what his problem was, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;. Then the dude attacked him again! The police got called, so when people ripped the huge guy off Chris the second time, apparently he "went for a walk" in the desert and was nowhere to be found when the 5-0 rolled in and cuffed Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short: Chris didn't go to jail. But when Chris walked up to a couple of our close friends (who are also Sage Riders) to ask them for information about the attacker with the police present, they flat out REFUSED to even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;acknowledge&lt;/span&gt; they even KNEW Chris! These are people that we've been really good friends with?!  So Chris had his feelings really hurt, and he was pissed at how spineless our friends where. The whole circumstance has spiralled out of control due to people only seeing/hearing part of the episode and blaming Chris in person, on the phone, and on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. It's not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SSG3DJLOx5I/AAAAAAAAAfY/NBHR90yoBys/s1600-h/Kristen+and+Christie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SSG3DJLOx5I/AAAAAAAAAfY/NBHR90yoBys/s400/Kristen+and+Christie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269694303630706578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-in-all, I don't believe we'll be driving 700+ miles to go to the Arizona race next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how I place over-all when the points are tallied and become available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-2079854890229265269?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2079854890229265269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=2079854890229265269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/2079854890229265269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/2079854890229265269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/11/page-az-final-race-report.html' title='Page, AZ Final Race Report'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SSGxmyUpakI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/3sIcTW5KLCw/s72-c/Page+AZ+race.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-5115273599751276712</id><published>2008-11-13T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:13:14.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Your Engines</title><content type='html'>We are off this weekend to the very LAST, LAST race of the Desert Racing Series. We will be in Paige, Arizona Friday-Sunday this weekend, dueling it out for the last possible chance to beat Trish (#1W TNG) and take 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris has prepped my bike to perfection (as much as it can be at the end of a grueling, damaging season) and I'm about to head out the door to jog 1.5 miles, stretch, and do some push-ups. I'm loading up on carbs and water--- and getting ready to dish out a big serving of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EAT MY DUST  - TRISH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish me luck. If I don't take 1st at this race, I loose 3rd place on the Over-All scheme of the points system, and that will really blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-5115273599751276712?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5115273599751276712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=5115273599751276712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/5115273599751276712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/5115273599751276712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/11/start-your-engines.html' title='Start Your Engines'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-6736853245358993046</id><published>2008-11-09T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:24:08.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jericho Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SRcqqAAz6hI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Kmv2QbmSdjs/s1600-h/Christie+and+Chris+in+Jericho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SRcqqAAz6hI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Kmv2QbmSdjs/s400/Christie+and+Chris+in+Jericho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266725190279358994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went riding in Jericho yesterday with Kerry (Old Buzzard), John Schultz, Ross (Spamburger), Mike (lthom), some new dude named John, Chris &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SRcpji302kI/AAAAAAAAAeo/tL58_X90ZxQ/s1600-h/Chris+in+Jericho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SRcpji302kI/AAAAAAAAAeo/tL58_X90ZxQ/s400/Chris+in+Jericho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266723979866200642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and myself. I felt slightly silly, as I was the most inexperienced rider there, the youngest, and the only Chick, but it was completely swell. I was "in the groove" in the morning, and completed the 1/2 half of the day without injury or accident-- AWESOME!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SRcqh7tl5ZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/UtlSIfM7Zcg/s1600-h/Mike+in+Jericho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SRcqh7tl5ZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/UtlSIfM7Zcg/s400/Mike+in+Jericho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266725051686053266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had me racing through some really tight, technical, steep, rocky stuff, and I had to hold my breath on a couple of the sections... but it was so exhilarating to get THROUGH the tough stuff &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SRcqUG3hATI/AAAAAAAAAe4/tKAsNBq6Zkg/s1600-h/Kerry+almost+smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SRcqUG3hATI/AAAAAAAAAe4/tKAsNBq6Zkg/s400/Kerry+almost+smiling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266724814162297138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;without eating shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half of the day was slighly more challenging. Cherelle and Jake showed up to join us too - and Cherelle, I'm sure, feels my pain today! We had already completed 32 miles before lunch, and after lunch, I only made it another 12 before I threw in the towel and BEGGED to go back to camp via the road, not the trails! I crashed like 7 times, falling face-first down a steep rock slab, hitting Neutral instead of 1st 20' from the TOP of a super-steep hill which resulted in me stuck and scrambling on the slope... among a few other tragedies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SRcpM5QoO0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/p1t7jmlayG8/s1600-h/John+Shcultz+in+Jericho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SRcpM5QoO0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/p1t7jmlayG8/s400/John+Shcultz+in+Jericho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266723590738819906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bike weighs 213 lbs. so I only have about 3-4 crashes where I PHYSICALLY have the upper body strength to pick my bike up. After that, I'm toast-- and I have to rely on the other people in the group to help me upright my rig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did hit one super duper muddy hill which will now be know as "Mud Slide Hill-'O-Death" and had to traverse through "Little Dutchman's Gorge-O'-Pain" but I made it out with only a few major bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SRcpS6R_SWI/AAAAAAAAAeg/M9vxKLu1HTM/s1600-h/Ross+in+Jericho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SRcpS6R_SWI/AAAAAAAAAeg/M9vxKLu1HTM/s400/Ross+in+Jericho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266723694092175714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I totally feel ready to KICK SOME TRASH at the very last Paige, AZ race that is taking place this coming weekend. BRING IT ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-6736853245358993046?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6736853245358993046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=6736853245358993046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6736853245358993046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6736853245358993046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/11/jericho-ride.html' title='Jericho Ride'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SRcqqAAz6hI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Kmv2QbmSdjs/s72-c/Christie+and+Chris+in+Jericho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-7180012684086819536</id><published>2008-11-03T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:11:52.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris' 36th Birthday - American Fork Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ70_4d2jAI/AAAAAAAAAdY/rpnF6req-tI/s1600-h/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ70_4d2jAI/AAAAAAAAAdY/rpnF6req-tI/s320/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264414392769219586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ70D9R9XaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gkYtlesgtZM/s1600-h/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ70D9R9XaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gkYtlesgtZM/s320/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264413363269361058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris turned 36 this past weekend, and we celebrated by taking the weekend off and camping up American Fork Canyon. Though it was a cold and stormy, we had a completely fabulous time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Chris a much anticipated Helmet Camera&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ7v2VuV_KI/AAAAAAAAAcY/SlZIJ9cKaeQ/s1600-h/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ7v2VuV_KI/AAAAAAAAAcY/SlZIJ9cKaeQ/s320/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264408731266186402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so he could mount it to his helmet and take videos of our rides 'n races. I also gave him a nice dose of the new Armani cologne "Armani Diamonds"--which is delicious!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ7wIBDJ6hI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nn_6iZfAEoM/s1600-h/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ7wIBDJ6hI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nn_6iZfAEoM/s320/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264409034953976338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We invited a bunch of people to come up and meet us for a ride, but I believe the weather &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ7ySE81P6I/AAAAAAAAAdA/cPcajaVHo2Y/s1600-h/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ7ySE81P6I/AAAAAAAAAdA/cPcajaVHo2Y/s320/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264411406823145378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;forecast was a deterrent. We did have Russ come up for a sweet afternoon ride, but missed out on the other folks. Too bad, because the weather on Saturday morning, after the rain shower, was awesome! Slippin' 'n slidding through the muck and mud eventually turned into some sweet conditions when things dried out a little! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ7yp4J9BzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5Bv_Rpl_QQA/s1600-h/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ7yp4J9BzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5Bv_Rpl_QQA/s320/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264411815705380658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to admit, I was a little nervous trying to get down what I will now endearingly refer to as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Indiana Jones Ravine of Peril" &lt;/span&gt;-- but managed to descend the muddy, rocky, ravine with all limbs intact, and no giant rolling rock chasing us down the mountain.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ7wb3b9_FI/AAAAAAAAAco/bpl3QmvXBw8/s1600-h/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ7wb3b9_FI/AAAAAAAAAco/bpl3QmvXBw8/s320/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264409375971081298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't loose our dogs to the Hippies this camp trip, nor did our littlest puppy get disoriented and fail to return to camp; we didn't get the trailer lodged in a post-monsoon muddy mountain grave, and Chris seems to be happy- so&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ73iCVivlI/AAAAAAAAAdo/uhML_oXQSio/s1600-h/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ73iCVivlI/AAAAAAAAAdo/uhML_oXQSio/s320/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264417178557529682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'd consider it the entire adventure a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ7w-vgxGoI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Z2Et0cbkn3k/s1600-h/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ7w-vgxGoI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Z2Et0cbkn3k/s320/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264409975139146370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t was refreshing to spend some alone time in the serene mountains again before the snow fell, and to hang out "as a family" just the 4 of us - Chris, me, Keno, and Shet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he enjoyed his time there and is excited about starting a new year.  36 years old... wonder what this one will bring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Happy Birthday, my Super-Sexy Moto Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-7180012684086819536?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7180012684086819536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=7180012684086819536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/7180012684086819536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/7180012684086819536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/11/chris-36th-birthday-american-fork.html' title='Chris&apos; 36th Birthday - American Fork Canyon'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQ70_4d2jAI/AAAAAAAAAdY/rpnF6req-tI/s72-c/Chris%27+36th+bday+2008+AF+Canyon+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-160778446836521096</id><published>2008-10-29T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:38:29.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Contraption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am absolutely addicted to this game. I don't usually like computer games, but I'm telling you: this physics-based on-line game is the next best thing to the game "Boggle"....and I ADORE "Boggle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you haven't tried it, go to this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticcontraption.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.fantasticcontraption.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 21 total "levels" and the objective gets increasingly more challenging with every level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply COULD NOT create an object that would get the little red circl (the object) up the stairs and into the final "box" destination/goal using the wheels, rods, and water pressure rods that were provided. Then, this morning, I had a STROKE of GENIUS and finally created the perfect machine! It's like a little tank, but hinged in the center.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Check this out - just hit "play" and then "start":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://fantasticcontraption.com/?designId=3659681"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://FantasticContraption.com/?designId=3659681&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and once you play the game, you'll appreciate this even better!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;FAILED ATTEMPT LINK JOURNAL (so I can come back and remember what I tried):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fantasticcontraption.com/?designId=3661365"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://FantasticContraption.com/?designId=3661365&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fantasticcontraption.com/?designId=3662144"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://FantasticContraption.com/?designId=3662144&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-160778446836521096?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/160778446836521096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=160778446836521096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/160778446836521096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/160778446836521096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/10/fantastic-contraption.html' title='Fantastic Contraption'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-2271068485779828486</id><published>2008-10-26T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:58:00.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green River Riding Trip</title><content type='html'>Chris and Jon (Local Hero) joined up with &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTJO65u5-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZJL2_2vYR0o/s1600-h/DSC00984.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some other guys to hit trails in the Green River area this weekend. He goes for a Boys Ride every fall and ride Dead Cow Loop, 5 Miles of Hell, Lenny's Butterfly Trail, and other notorious trails in that area.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris was the Ride Director this year, rallying forces on his own for the first time. From his reports every evening, sounds like the trip was a success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently he had one crash that he says re-broke his pinkie finger  (again?!!) but no other tragedies. I missed him and am glad he's on his way back home this evening. Maybe one of these upcoming years I'll have the skills to be able to go on one of the trips-- but from the looks of these pictures, I'm a couple years out yet! Holy crap, look at the height of those giant steps?!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTK0oQ8fMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Po4Uqqrynic/s1600-h/DSC00984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261553270186081474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTK0oQ8fMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Po4Uqqrynic/s400/DSC00984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTLQG74reI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LvWcaLYTN7U/s1600-h/DSC00983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261553742275718626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTLQG74reI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LvWcaLYTN7U/s400/DSC00983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTJYM2qOgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-oiDDsGaCI8/s1600-h/DSC00986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261551682280110594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTJYM2qOgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-oiDDsGaCI8/s400/DSC00986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTJogXzonI/AAAAAAAAAbw/iMmwEUg1hCI/s1600-h/DSC00992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261551962397319794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTJogXzonI/AAAAAAAAAbw/iMmwEUg1hCI/s400/DSC00992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTJTy9MT0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/K0ZHKgEGlis/s1600-h/DSC00982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261551606608711490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTJTy9MT0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/K0ZHKgEGlis/s400/DSC00982.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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been on the "5 Miles of Hell" trail, but I don't think I want to go....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTJh9UWO2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/TDLzd5IwIuw/s1600-h/DSC00991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261551849908353890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTJh9UWO2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/TDLzd5IwIuw/s400/DSC00991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-2271068485779828486?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2271068485779828486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=2271068485779828486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/2271068485779828486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/2271068485779828486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/10/green-river-riding-trip.html' title='Green River Riding Trip'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SQTK0oQ8fMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Po4Uqqrynic/s72-c/DSC00984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-8230292350896798164</id><published>2008-10-26T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:01:37.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris' Snoring Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So Chris is currently in Green River on his annual "boys ride" with his gang, but I thought it was SOOO funny to read the post his friend/roomate posted on MotoUtah.com about his adventure trying to sleep in the same room as Chris (AKA "Slave" on MotoUtah):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Slave and I are in Green River and we rode 5 Miles of Hell yesterday. I was up all night before the ride getting stuff taken care of, then the ride tired me out. It's 5:00 AM in Green River.....I'm not sleeping. SLAVE1 has the loudest, most horrible, I'm at the door of death, smokers snore that I've ever heard. Each breath sounds like he's fighting for his life. I tried putting the pillows over my head, sleeping on the floor on the other side of the bed.... the only thing I still want to try is punching Slave in the neck as hard as I can. Luckly for me, the lobby is playing country music. Wait, I hate country music. How do you deal with it KTMgirl?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but respond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOCAL, Didn't Slave give you the set of Instructions I sent with him for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) 8:30 PM:&lt;/strong&gt; Take sleeping pills (Sleep Rite brand is best) so you can be tired by 10:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) 9:00 PM:&lt;/strong&gt; Drink a White Russian to aid the effects of sleeping pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) 9:30 PM:&lt;/strong&gt; Remove remaining Captain &amp;amp; Coke from Slave; the less he drinks, the longer he stays awake, providing you a better chance of falling asleep before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) 9:45 PM:&lt;/strong&gt; Mix another White Russian, cuz Slave is still drinking, and if you can't beat 'em, join 'em! Maybe you won't remember your hours of non-sleeping in the morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) 10:00 PM:&lt;/strong&gt; Make Slave put on Breath Right Strip; if he's too intoxicated to apply, you'll need to stick it on him yourself-- WATCH OUT: he'll try and swat at you, be light on your toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) 10:30 PM:&lt;/strong&gt; Build WALL-O-PILLOWS at least 18-24" high as a sound wall - the more dense the pillow, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.5) INSERT EAR PLUGS WITH DECIBEL RATING OF 32+.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) If he falls asleep before you and is still snoring despite your efforts, quickly YANK the pillow out from under his head to buy yourself 6-9 minutes of snore-free time to try and fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;8.) If the pillow-yanking method doesn't work, just kick him in the shins whenever he snores, and DISREGARD the mean, half-slurred response you'll evoke from him--he doesn't really mean whatever hurtful things he says!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.) 11:00 PM:&lt;/strong&gt; Pretend you are Victor Frankl or a POW being tortured, and practice mental dissociation from your horrid reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.) 12:00 AM:&lt;/strong&gt; If you are STILL awake, you might as well give up, find a good chick flick to watch in some other room, and pop a couple more sleeping pills; after a couple nights of this, the foggy haze of delirium will begin to FEEL like real sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK, CHAMP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. He's a great snuggler!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-8230292350896798164?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8230292350896798164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=8230292350896798164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8230292350896798164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8230292350896798164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/10/chris-green-river-trip.html' title='Chris&apos; Snoring Issue'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-8138680200082635879</id><published>2008-10-20T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:03:43.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Siddhartha"  by Hermann Hesse</title><content type='html'>So after 6 years of owning the book, I finally finished the Novella &lt;a href="http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/siddhartha.html"&gt;"Siddhartha" by Hermann Hesse. &lt;/a&gt;It's a classic. I just haven 't been in the frame of mind or stage of life where I feel I would have appreciated it, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPzyDh1JMVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/t7P6loJY7tQ/s1600-h/41RV449YN2L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259344607296696658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPzyDh1JMVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/t7P6loJY7tQ/s320/41RV449YN2L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To summarize, kid wakes up and realizes he wants to know the meaning of his life. Joins the wandering "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Samanas&lt;/span&gt;" who are like roaming, self-denying "sages" who meditate on life and practice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;minimalism&lt;/span&gt; to the extreme. Studies with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gotama&lt;/span&gt; Buddha for a while, but decides to strike out on his own. Gets caught up in the world, become rich, impregnates his hot whorish lover, and leaves her before finding out shes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he hates being "of the world" and is all suicidal. Lives alone and wanders for a long time in the forest and becomes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;roommates&lt;/span&gt; with a Ferry Boat guy that lives at a river who is a "sage." His girlfriend/kid run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; him like 10 year later and she dies, leaving the kid with him. Kid runs away because he hates living like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;freakshow&lt;/span&gt; by the river. After years of "studying the river" and looking inwardly at his own life and lessons, Siddatha, then a famous Sage and spiritual leader, concludes that the best thing you can do for yourself is realize that life is like a river - full of transition, ever flowing, constantly full of change. He believes that each person has to strike out on their own, and independantly realize their own destiny, &lt;strong&gt;finding their own way&lt;/strong&gt; to their inward "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;awareness&lt;/span&gt;" or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;consciousness, not necessarily through a specific system of religious practices, beliefs or dogma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote&lt;/strong&gt; "He saw all these forms and faces in a thousand relationships to each other, all helping each other, loving, hating, destroying each other and become newly born. Each one of them was mortal, a passionate, painful example of all that was transitory. Yet none of them died, they only changed, were always reborn, continually had a new face: only time stood between one face and another." Chapter 12, pg. 121&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great book, written in 1922, and full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;imagery&lt;/span&gt; and a good message. If you haven't read it and want something a little "deeper" to chew on, this is a great read for a blooming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;psychoanalyst&lt;/span&gt; - or for a good dose of free-spirited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt; philosophy. If you decide to read it, curl up with some Herbal Tea, some Nog Champa incense burning, and some Nepalis music playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Your "inner Hippie" will be very happy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Here's a link about the real guy - very interesting after reading the book.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/siddhartha.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/siddhartha.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8751165517599037936-8138680200082635879?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8138680200082635879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=8138680200082635879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8138680200082635879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8138680200082635879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/10/siddhartha-by-herman-hess.html' title='&quot;Siddhartha&quot;  by Hermann Hesse'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPzyDh1JMVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/t7P6loJY7tQ/s72-c/41RV449YN2L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-1639458916608560144</id><published>2008-10-15T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:48:36.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knolls Race 10.11.2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPZ9-mTet6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/zrysMybgMGM/s1600-h/Knolls_2008_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257528129389246370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPZ9-mTet6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/zrysMybgMGM/s400/Knolls_2008_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;...THE RESULTS ARE IN: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took &lt;strong&gt;1st place&lt;/strong&gt; at the last race! But before you get too excited- realize that Trish didn't show up to this race-- so lame!!!  I don't feel victorious.  However, she will be at the next race in Page, Arizona next month. It's the very last race of the year - and my very last chance to beat her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPZ-qRQALQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wg1IkyRWJvM/s1600-h/KKKTMGIRL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257528879651761410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPZ-qRQALQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/wg1IkyRWJvM/s400/KKKTMGIRL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in 4th place OVER-ALL because I was disqualified from one race, and missed another. The girl that's in 3rd right now, will TAKE 3rd place if she shows up in AZ. If she doesn't show up in AZ, I may have a chance to place 3rd over-all, if I do well at this last race. Mostly, I wanted to place over-all, and feel slightly pissed that I'm 4th overall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RACE REPORT: Well, it snowed! I froze my butt off and my hands and face were completely numb throughout the whole race. We were all bundled up, but I don't have all the cold-weather gear. The wind was blowing like crazy and it was a MISERABLE course- mucky, sandy, snowy, blowy, freezing!!! I just took my chillin' time and didn't crash, because it was slippery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPZ-Y7KTaII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PfAeVCPbXKM/s1600-h/KKminilineup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257528581664499842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPZ-Y7KTaII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PfAeVCPbXKM/s400/KKminilineup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris didn't race this race - he worked it. He actually was a sweet heart and asked to help with my race, so I had the opportunity to pass him four times throughout the course. Being a Boyscout, he'd built a massive fire in the middle of the stormy desert to weather out the storm and was there cheering me on the whole time, helping everyone who was getting stuck in the super-deep sand!!! Trooper. He also lucked out and won a couple items from the Raffle they auctioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPZ-ySyA8LI/AAAAAAAAAag/KLiXzgBjHdY/s1600-h/Knolls_2008_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257529017501806770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPZ-ySyA8LI/AAAAAAAAAag/KLiXzgBjHdY/s400/Knolls_2008_012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mostly I hung out in the trailer and cooked Mexican food all day after the race-- it was too freakin' cold to hang out!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you should have seen some of the folks that crossed the finish line - looked like they'd just drug themselves through a mile of muddy trenches! Check out these pics. The pic of this one dude illustrates just how deep it was in some spot - so deep, the back tire is burried and guys were peddeling themsleves through the sand, trying to keep upright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPZ_DKP6mWI/AAAAAAAAAao/j9qqF3XGFoU/s1600-h/october12028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257529307269077346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPZ_DKP6mWI/AAAAAAAAAao/j9qqF3XGFoU/s400/october12028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;FINAL RACE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;November 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPZ_KnKwaoI/AAAAAAAAAaw/czSjgziH2oY/s1600-h/KK27.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257529435291150978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPZ_KnKwaoI/AAAAAAAAAaw/czSjgziH2oY/s400/KK27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8751165517599037936-1639458916608560144?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1639458916608560144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=1639458916608560144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/1639458916608560144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/1639458916608560144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/10/knolls-race-10112008.html' title='Knolls Race 10.11.2008'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SPZ9-mTet6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/zrysMybgMGM/s72-c/Knolls_2008_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-7005107062279096727</id><published>2008-09-30T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:19:14.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO HOO!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd toot my 'lil horn for half a second:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AFTER 5 YEARS, 35+ SUCCESSFUL TRANSACTIONS, 200+ HOURS OF STUDY, TWO S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LEEPLESS NIGHTS CRAMMING, AND 4+ NERVOUS BATHROOM STOPS, I FINALLY PASSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY REAL ESTATE BROKER'S TEST!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT WAS THE MOST DIFFICULT TEST I'VE EVER, EVER TAKEN!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[CUE BRASS BAND!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm half tempted to throw a party for myself, considering I was 99.98% convinced I wouldn't pass while I was at the testing center. I was all kinds of frazzled considering I studied until nearly 2:00am, woke up at 4:00am to study some more, had to drive 25 minutes out of my way to Clearfield to get my freakin' Real Estate Calculator I'd forgotten to bring home, then got to the testing center ONLY to realize that I'd &lt;em&gt;left my bloody driver's license in my jeans at home in Centerville, which was required to take the test!&lt;/em&gt; The test coordinator told me I had exactly&lt;strong&gt; 37&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;minutes&lt;/strong&gt; to drive home to Centerville, get my license and be BACK on 12th street in OGDEN to qualify for my test---- driving 110 MPH on I-15 DURING rush-hour, I was exactly 7 minutes shy of being dis-qualified from taking the test upon my return!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it took me 3 hours and 47 minutes to complete the test- exactly 13 minutes less than the maximum time allowed, and holy sh*t, I was sweating bullets. My freakin' BRAIN hurt from thinking too much and cleanching my jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the stars aligned, and &lt;em&gt;I PASSED!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; I triumphantly celebrated by (1.) Taking a nap (2.) Getting a 1 1/2 hour massage at the spa (3.) going out to dinner courtesy of my handsome hunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who's yer Broker?! ya baby!!! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-7005107062279096727?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7005107062279096727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=7005107062279096727' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/7005107062279096727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/7005107062279096727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/09/woo-hoo.html' title='WOO HOO!!!!'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-1498173051834932257</id><published>2008-09-29T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:34:15.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't Know If You Guys Saw The News:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFX0_8N0xI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4fSPzJ4PkrU/s1600-h/Playgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251575208519521042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFX0_8N0xI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4fSPzJ4PkrU/s400/Playgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-1498173051834932257?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1498173051834932257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=1498173051834932257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/1498173051834932257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/1498173051834932257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/09/jukepix.html' title='Didn&apos;t Know If You Guys Saw The News:'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFX0_8N0xI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4fSPzJ4PkrU/s72-c/Playgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-2136615971941967714</id><published>2008-09-27T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:28:47.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MotoUtah BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFT9nYeWHI/AAAAAAAAAYs/4ZfDu6lxnD4/s1600-h/Cat+in+the+Hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251570958499469426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFT9nYeWHI/AAAAAAAAAYs/4ZfDu6lxnD4/s400/Cat+in+the+Hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris and I hung out with the crazy folk who frequent &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFRDQTwPXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/LSu79Xbv5C8/s1600-h/th_DSC_0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motoutah.com/"&gt;http://www.MotoUtah.com/&lt;/a&gt; (which is a chat site for local ATV riders, Motocross Riders, and Desert Racers) at the MU BBQ this weekend. Chris is obsessed with the site, and we've actually made some really awesome friends from people we've come to know on the web. Chris has quite the "following" of individuals who adore and abore him, including this guy, John, who actually made a shirt in honor of Chris - as "Slave" is his user name on MU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251571562197631154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFUgwVVQLI/AAAAAAAAAY0/hmu5wMRghqY/s400/Slave+t-shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work late, and missed a lot of the action - including Chris being attacked by Will's crazy hoard of children, resulting in a&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;broken pinkie finger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; He's so cute with kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251571759181925490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFUsOKDDHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/omqjpoAa2N8/s400/Chris+%40+BBQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFRjqQSriI/AAAAAAAAAYM/V2raLq2hXGA/s1600-h/Chris+%40+BBQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the party was over by dark &lt;em&gt;(but the night was young!),&lt;/em&gt; Lenny, Chris, and I headed downtown for a good time - the details to remain undisclosed&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.... lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much fun for one weekend!  &lt;em&gt;I am ready for Chris' finger to be healed... I think he's milkin' it a wee bit!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFR5hAQhUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/pS4eSJGQ3vI/s1600-h/Slave+t-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFTTg0-qqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/L_UfX0GTpjo/s1600-h/_cid__0928080957.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251571657111410354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFUmR6ilrI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zn-UjIBwbmQ/s400/_cid__0928080957.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFRjqQSriI/AAAAAAAAAYM/V2raLq2hXGA/s1600-h/Chris+%40+BBQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8751165517599037936-2136615971941967714?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2136615971941967714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=2136615971941967714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/2136615971941967714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/2136615971941967714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/09/motoutah-bbq.html' title='MotoUtah BBQ'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SOFT9nYeWHI/AAAAAAAAAYs/4ZfDu6lxnD4/s72-c/Cat+in+the+Hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-5755924547027652117</id><published>2008-09-17T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:30:56.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Report - Eat, Love, Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SNHwRzRIwQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Sry2nyiOIEg/s1600-h/eatpraylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SNHwRzRIwQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Sry2nyiOIEg/s320/eatpraylove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247239229473865986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I only read this book because my (psychic) mother suggested it. I hated the title and thought it was lame, but I started it anyway - and lemme tell you - it's been a 'lil slice of Happy Pie every night I've read it for the last couple of weeks! I was awake until nearly 3:30am this morning finishing the dang thing! What a powerful, romantic, spiritual, realistic, soul-stretching experience this book has been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can relate to the author, Elizabeth Gilbert, in every single way - her depression, her tremulous romantic, mental, professional and physical challenges, and the constant anger, resentment, doubt, and fear she inwardly stews on! The constant feeling of unworthiness, incapability, repression, lack of traditional values and lifestyle, which she feels is chaotic emotional misdirection and quietly lets mount and build.  I just "get it" because I am SO THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire her ability to call it quits on the behaviors, lifestyle, relationships, and circumstances that she recognizes are leaving her unfulfilled. She says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wish I too had the ability to get paid to travel the world for a year, writing a book and soul-searching in Italy, India, and Indonesia! It was wonderful living vicariously through her travels, through the meditations and prayers, experiencing, second-hand, the great relief that comes from the release of giving yourself permission to believe in happiness again. And moreso, believing that you are divine creator of your own Happiness. And - to take it one step father - it's wonderful to have your heart opened to the belief that it's OK to "ask" the Greater Power for assistance FINDING a way to create happiness for yourself again. All three of these things have been so far removed from my thinking for the last year or so, it's like a river of opportunity running through my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many others, I've been groomed and raised in a conservative family and taught the religious dogma that has made many people happy  - it just never "did it" for me. This book, however, had reinforced a very important principle that is best captured in this quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Yogic scriptures say that God responds to the sacred prayers and efforts of human beings in any way whatsoever that mortals choose to worship-just so long as those prayers are sincere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; The Upanishad says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"People follow different paths, straight or crooked, according to their temperament, depending on which they consider best or most appropriate-and all reach [God], just as rivers enter the ocean."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This book has gently re-surfaced a desire to be independently happy - to create my own happiness in whatever spiritual way I feel is best for me, and to find happiness in all the circumstances I find myself in. More than that- I find my interest in believing in God has been re-ignited and, yes, I've been regularly praying for the first time a long time. I've been going to the meditations and classes taught at that Zen Center in SLC a lot more too - and every time I leave there, coupled with the later reading of this book and my praying, I feel like I've taken a spiritual shower after a year of camping in the desert without a bath! I am falling in-love with Zen, like I've been waiting for it my whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Zen Buddhist believe that an oak tree is brought into creation by two forces at the same time. Obviously there is the acorn from which it all begins, the seed which holds all the promise and potential, which grows into the tree. Everybody can see that. But only a few can recognize that there is another force operating here as well-the future tree itself, which wants so badly to exist that it pulls the acorn into being, drawing the seedling forth with longing out of the void, guiding the evolution from nothingness to maturity. In this respect, say the Zens, it is the oak tree that creates the very acorn from which it was born."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Maybe I am currently traveling down a spiritual path created by a Greater Me, being pulled into the Truth that will make me the bigger/healthier/happier Me I will soon be.... wow! Deep....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have to admit - I feel lightly enveloped by a shimmery layer of optimism that I haven't felt in a long time; I feel (as cliche as this is) "at peace" with my slightly (shitty) circumstances, because I feel CAPABLE of genuinely loving life, loving the people in my life, and earnestly wanting to share life/love/the pursuit of happiness with other people - again! I feel like I want to find my life's purpose and go help starving children in Africa again. I feel like "life" isn't all about what I GET from it, but what I can GIVE and SHARE with other people! And yes, that includes a big fat dose of giving forgiveness to myself and to others as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oh I could go on and on and on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;[end of tangent.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Just read this book- you'll either love it or hate it.  But I thought it was delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-5755924547027652117?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5755924547027652117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=5755924547027652117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/5755924547027652117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/5755924547027652117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/09/book-report-eat-love-pray.html' title='Book Report - Eat, Love, Pray'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SNHwRzRIwQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Sry2nyiOIEg/s72-c/eatpraylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-7460163221645565853</id><published>2008-09-13T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:33:42.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugarloafer's Cow Dung Race, Delta UT</title><content type='html'>Chris and I went out to the Sugarloafer's Cow Dung race in Delta over the weekend of the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarize, I took 2nd place, again! HOWEVER, I had a terrible start and was far, far behind the group off the line because my bike wouldn't start! I did, however, keep my pace very steady through all 4 loops and was able to regain my position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the pits, Chris kept saying, &lt;em&gt;"Trish is right in front of you!"&lt;/em&gt; and I didn't believe him UNTIL I PASSED HER! I totally caught up and diced out the entire last loop with her - I honestly thought I had it! I was, literally, praying out-loud &lt;em&gt;"God, just let me win ONE freakin' race!"&lt;/em&gt; and was even screaming at Trish,&lt;em&gt; "Common' Trish, just let me win ONCE!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were coming around the FINAL stretch of the race, she was right in back of me, and I tried to take a sharp turn too fast and washed out! She made the corner, and ended up winning the race. I'm tellin' you: If I crash, or fumble, or hesitate at ALL during a race, she beats me.&lt;br /&gt;We only have 2 races left - one in Knolls, and one in Page, Arizona. I only have 2 more races to beat her - and, I'm currently ranked 4th in my class, because I missed one race and was disqualified from the other. DAMN IT. So I've gotta kick some butt and take names to even PLACE over-all. Keep your fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris didn't race this race, but had fun hanging out on Pit Row, watching the more experienced riders come through the "Endurocross" section of the loop - it was unlike anything we've seen before, and really fun to watch these guys get stuck on the obstacles! Check out the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=homHORBEpmw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=homHORBEpmw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-7460163221645565853?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7460163221645565853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=7460163221645565853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/7460163221645565853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/7460163221645565853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/09/sugarloafers-cow-dung-race-delta-ut.html' title='Sugarloafer&apos;s Cow Dung Race, Delta UT'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-3435824019117821924</id><published>2008-09-09T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:51:30.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adams Canyon - for Hollie &amp; Erin</title><content type='html'>In celebration of the newest additions to both Erin's and Hollie's families, I thought it'd be cool to spend a day in the place that the 3 of us loved the most, growing up. You guys already have all the baby stuff, so for my present to you both, I thought I'd take my camera and put together a little photo journal of our greatest place! Thought it'd be fun for you guys to see the memories we had of being kids while you are in the middle of raising your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took about 4 1/2 hours&lt;em&gt; (what is it, like 3 miles high?),&lt;/em&gt; but I MADE IT to the freakin' top of that canyon, all by myself! It was great, you guys would have loved it - the weather was perfect (a little rain), and the water was low. It's changed a lot since we've been up it - it's much more "groomed" than before. But all the classics are still there: the grooling sandy switch backs in which you say "Holy crap, why am I doing this?!", then the glory of that canyon opening up to you. I laughed out-loud when I saw the "Swiss Family Robinson Tree" in which Erin and I made elaborate plans to one day build a home in the branches and live with the squirrels... LOL. Then there's the tree I was forced to climb 30 feet into the air, OVER the river, to see my carved initials... Then there are all the awesome pools that fill in run-off season, that I remember swimming in. The waterfalls - and the continual contest to see who'd get submerged in the FREEZING water first! Then past the camp ground where Stephanie and I tried to camp out one night, only to hike ALL the way down in the middle of the night because were were COVERED in spiders and Box Elder Bugs!!! I always think of Erin when I get to that scary wall we have to cross on all fours, and Erin: "Oh no! I dropped my water bottle in the river!" and David Powell climbing all the way down there to get it for you... TENDER! And then there's the long stretch in which Hollie tripped and slid down, belly first! - not so funny, but still, kinda funny! And the final 3rd waterfall - hanging out in the sun and playing in the pool of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day. Miss you guys both a ton, and wish were all together again to enjoy this. I love you gals, and hope you're both doing well playing Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Christie (boo boo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-3435824019117821924?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3435824019117821924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=3435824019117821924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3435824019117821924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3435824019117821924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/09/adams-canyon-for-hollie-erin.html' title='Adams Canyon - for Hollie &amp; Erin'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-494380876294691005</id><published>2008-09-07T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:52:53.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Pray, Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm reading a book called "Eat, Pray, Love" which I'll elaborate on later, but I wanted to post this quote that really hit me today. For those of you who frequently check my lil' blog, I hope it leaves you something to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A whole new perspective about what it means to really love someone. This quote today hit me in the gut with a remembrance that a "real love" is the person who sees what you are capable of being, even when you are in lowest form, and is willing to risk it all fighting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;(sometimes even you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; to make sure you become the healthy, happy, joyful, whole person you deserve to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It is from rubble that some of the greatest cities were rebuilt.&lt;/span&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/8751165517599037936-494380876294691005?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/494380876294691005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=494380876294691005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/494380876294691005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/494380876294691005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/09/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat, Pray, Love'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-3182656914210040944</id><published>2008-09-04T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:06:44.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Fishing Ogden River</title><content type='html'>So Eric, my bro, and I woke up super early this morning and decided to try &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMCU4P62zmI/AAAAAAAAAR8/BSyMedVyxDs/s1600-h/DSCN1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242353660326235746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMCU4P62zmI/AAAAAAAAAR8/BSyMedVyxDs/s320/DSCN1739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and fly fish the Ogden River. Having never officially tried to fly fish on my own, yet alone instruct a completely inexperienced person, it was interesting to say the least! I've gone a few times with Chris, but never without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got hooked up with a really fabulous deal on some very nice gear, so after we grabbed coffee, we loaded up and hit the water, just below The Oaks restaurant. The weather was PERFECT and the water was really great. Apparently the dam was open, so the river was much deeper and faster than we were anticipating, but it was still really fun. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMCiPP7lGOI/AAAAAAAAASE/TgHy908Asxc/s1600-h/DSCN1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242368349117421794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMCiPP7lGOI/AAAAAAAAASE/TgHy908Asxc/s400/DSCN1744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ALMOST caught a little Brown, but it didn't get far out of the water before it ripped off the line, dang it. I did, however, successfully catch a &lt;em&gt;tree&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; Eric&lt;/em&gt;!! LOL - &lt;em&gt;(don't worry, he didn't get too hurt!) &lt;/em&gt;So, minus 1 furry little fly&lt;em&gt; (which ripped out in the tree)&lt;/em&gt; and part of Eric's hand, we came out of the experience unscathed, a success by any measure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love fly fishing, I've decided. I just kinda suck at it still. But I have mastered the Surgeon's Knot, so I'm well on my way, watch out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-3182656914210040944?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3182656914210040944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=3182656914210040944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3182656914210040944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3182656914210040944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/09/fly-fishing-ogden-river.html' title='Fly Fishing Ogden River'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMCU4P62zmI/AAAAAAAAAR8/BSyMedVyxDs/s72-c/DSCN1739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-8122177087179275918</id><published>2008-09-03T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:48:01.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIN: Lights in the Sky Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SL9yC-wWW5I/AAAAAAAAARk/VWfoudHTlt8/s1600-h/nin-logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SL9yC-wWW5I/AAAAAAAAARk/VWfoudHTlt8/s320/nin-logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242033886813641618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chris and Local Hero (John), a friend from MotoUtah, went to the Nine Inch Nails concert tonight at the E Center! Chris was going for Cliff's, Chris' best friends', birthday- I think Cliff turned 36 this year. I haven't received the report yet since it's only 11:30pm, but I'm sure the concert was awesome. Shelly, Cliff's wife, rented a suite, and planned for a handful of people to be there, how cool is that? There are a bunch of cool You Tube videos of live NIN performances that are impressive, like this one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFx2TmQfM-o"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFx2TmQfM-o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had to work late at the model home tonight, which paid off because I think I'll get a sale out of it, we'll see. Hate to miss the party, and it's weird not being with Chris for these kind of events...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hopefully he makes it back home in one piece and everyone had fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday Cliff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-8122177087179275918?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8122177087179275918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=8122177087179275918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8122177087179275918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8122177087179275918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/09/nin-lights-in-sky-concert.html' title='NIN: Lights in the Sky Concert'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SL9yC-wWW5I/AAAAAAAAARk/VWfoudHTlt8/s72-c/nin-logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-6512786249308066275</id><published>2008-08-24T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:09:36.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National MX Track in Mona, Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SLIFi2K8ctI/AAAAAAAAARc/59UrqTSlt8c/s1600-h/Monda+MX+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238255412800418514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SLIFi2K8ctI/AAAAAAAAARc/59UrqTSlt8c/s320/Monda+MX+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SLIFdVh5mUI/AAAAAAAAARU/3tVe6Z3QQqo/s1600-h/Mona+MX+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238255318138984770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SLIFdVh5mUI/AAAAAAAAARU/3tVe6Z3QQqo/s320/Mona+MX+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SLIErXQc94I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CHa-9F2r6o0/s1600-h/Mona+MX+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238254459609216898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SLIErXQc94I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CHa-9F2r6o0/s320/Mona+MX+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&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;Like the ROCKSTAR he is, here are pics of Chris today in Mona, Utah at the new National Motocross track. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For all the crap he's given others about being MX'ers, looks like he'd be a good MX candidate! Seems like the Motocross'ers get hurt a lot more often then Desert Racers, so I'm not sure I'm super excited for him to ride tracks more often, but you've gotta admit -&lt;em&gt; he looks freakin' hot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/8751165517599037936-6512786249308066275?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6512786249308066275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=6512786249308066275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6512786249308066275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6512786249308066275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-mx-track-in-mona-utah.html' title='National MX Track in Mona, Utah'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SLIFi2K8ctI/AAAAAAAAARc/59UrqTSlt8c/s72-c/Monda+MX+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-8143678111317845949</id><published>2008-08-24T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:09:40.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SLH4OGpeGaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PZkrOYtFaaM/s1600-h/Chris+at+Sand+Mountain+with+RM+Chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238240762795006370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SLH4OGpeGaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PZkrOYtFaaM/s400/Chris+at+Sand+Mountain+with+RM+Chick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris spent the afternoon a couple weekends ago at Sand Mountain with RM Chick &amp;amp; Co. He put a new spiffy paddle tire on his bike and said he had a pretty good time. I didn't go because I hate the freakin' sand! From his report, he only had 1 pretty gnarly experience, getting caught in some brush! LOL.   Crazy boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-8143678111317845949?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8143678111317845949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=8143678111317845949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8143678111317845949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8143678111317845949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/08/sand-mountain.html' title='Sand Mountain'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SLH4OGpeGaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PZkrOYtFaaM/s72-c/Chris+at+Sand+Mountain+with+RM+Chick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-2533764588244144597</id><published>2008-08-16T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:47:49.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hare &amp; Hound Ntl in Wendover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMCq8oSxvEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pwUO2uNLVew/s1600-h/Desert+Foxes+in+Wendover+7.16.08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242377924844305474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMCq8oSxvEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/pwUO2uNLVew/s200/Desert+Foxes+in+Wendover+7.16.08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents, Josh, and Bryan came down to &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMCpUZqTABI/AAAAAAAAASs/7JpaID-0JHg/s1600-h/Desert+Foxes+in+Wendover+7.16.08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wendover for the Hare and Hound National Race in Wendover. My family stayed in town and Chris's friend, Trent, joined the campers in the desert, also experiencing his first-ever desert race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris didn't race this race, as he was helping the Desert Foxes host &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMCrQfAxZXI/AAAAAAAAATE/22L9_QmmWZo/s1600-h/Desert+Foxes+in+Wendover+7.16.08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242378265950250354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMCrQfAxZXI/AAAAAAAAATE/22L9_QmmWZo/s200/Desert+Foxes+in+Wendover+7.16.08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the race. I raced and placed 2nd in Beginning Women's, again! I took the hole-shot, and maintained 1st place the entire first loop, until the very end. As we came up over the top of a steep road, in 4-5th gear, I crossed over the summit and ran smack into a huge rock, and ate shit, hard. I really did some damage to my right knee, and laid there for a good couple minutes, daring to straighten it all out... I was able to finish the race, but not without doing some great damage to my bike as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMComsyGFPI/AAAAAAAAASc/loG4S3PvfRk/s1600-h/Desert+Foxes+in+Wendover+7.16.08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMComsyGFPI/AAAAAAAAASc/loG4S3PvfRk/s1600-h/Desert+Foxes+in+Wendover+7.16.08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMCqiTLQJNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/sJrwsI6uqQM/s1600-h/Desert+Foxes+in+Wendover+7.16.08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242377472499000530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMCqiTLQJNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/sJrwsI6uqQM/s200/Desert+Foxes+in+Wendover+7.16.08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My super sexy mechanic informs me that I must be planning to invest in some new parts after the next race if I keep crashing, as his masterful skills can only re-salvage the parts so many times before they just poop out.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the next race I take 1st - I only have 3 more shots at it before Trish owns the year, undefeated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMComsyGFPI/AAAAAAAAASc/loG4S3PvfRk/s1600-h/Desert+Foxes+in+Wendover+7.16.08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242375349069026546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMComsyGFPI/AAAAAAAAASc/loG4S3PvfRk/s200/Desert+Foxes+in+Wendover+7.16.08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SMComsyGFPI/AAAAAAAAASc/loG4S3PvfRk/s1600-h/Desert+Foxes+in+Wendover+7.16.08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-2533764588244144597?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2533764588244144597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=2533764588244144597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/2533764588244144597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/2533764588244144597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/08/hare-hound-ntl-in-wendover-81608.html' title='Hare &amp; 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Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SIWD0oWiRgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/XebI7XCodjk/s72-c/makeover+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-6776172560199057745</id><published>2008-07-20T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:49:42.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KANZEON ZEN CENTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SIOfyHAiCEI/AAAAAAAAANM/Uz0_L4polLo/s1600-h/Duality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225195675903461442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SIOfyHAiCEI/AAAAAAAAANM/Uz0_L4polLo/s320/Duality.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric &amp;amp; I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.kanzeonzencenter.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kanzeon&lt;/span&gt; Zen Center&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for "church" this morning. I've been wanting to go to a Sunday Service for a long time, but just really felt the need this morning. IT WAS AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a little house on South Temple downtown that has been converted into a modern zen center. There were probably 50 people there, barefoot and sitting on mats and pillows. The class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt; with 30 minutes of quiet meditation, followed by an hour of discussion by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Genpo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Roshi&lt;/span&gt; Abbott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He discussed with us the concept of the &lt;strong&gt;Triangle -&lt;/strong&gt; the dichotomy between the &lt;strong&gt;"Dual Self"&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;"Non-Dual Self."&lt;/strong&gt; The left line of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Triangle&lt;/span&gt; is comprised of the The "Dual Self" which is the left-brain side of you that is forced to think in linear terms of past/future, right/wrong, good/bad, better/worse. This side of the brain cannot help by focus entirely on our person, and give little concern for others. It is reason and logic. This is also the side that holds anger, resentment, unhappiness, immaturity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other side of the Triangle is made of the The "Non-Dual Self" which is the right-side of your brain. This side is the subjective, emotional, non-judgemental, universal, accepting, healthy, and globally minded side, which focuses on the "Highest &amp;amp; Best" choices, and the present moment. This side is mature, peaceful, conscious, and calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the apex of the Triangle, there is a union of self-mindedness which encompasses the Dual and Non-Dual Self. This point is the fame of mind which enables oneto logically assess and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gauge&lt;/span&gt; each life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; using the "Dual/left-brain" side, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt; choose to react in a way that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;conducive&lt;/span&gt; to Non-Dual living , focusing on the Highest/Best/Healthy/Happy outcome. In this way, we learn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-attach ourselves from destructive/selfish/single-minded behaviors. Once we learn to only "attach" to healthy/happy/whole things, it is easy to "lose" those things/people/behaviors which bring us pain, but that we feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;associate&lt;/span&gt; with. For example, regret, loss of life, anger, addiction, blame, resentment, unhealthy people. &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;The concept to too big to describe in one page. I'd suggest everyone in the world take this class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric &amp;amp; I walked out of there feeling so totally great. So inspired by the flood of good energy, and a community of healthy like-minded, positive people. The course is free, and is taught every &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday at&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1274 East South Temple at 10:00-11:30.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We are going to go again next week. If you want to come, let me know. &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/8751165517599037936-6776172560199057745?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6776172560199057745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=6776172560199057745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6776172560199057745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6776172560199057745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/07/zen-center.html' title='KANZEON ZEN CENTER'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SIOfyHAiCEI/AAAAAAAAANM/Uz0_L4polLo/s72-c/Duality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-8599164254120237363</id><published>2008-07-19T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:08:21.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;"Opportunities to find deeper powers within ourselves come when life seems most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt; challenging."  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Joseph Campbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just wanted to report that I took 3 contracts this week as a Sales Counselor for FieldStone&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SIK5iZkYbMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WPgN_5wMTSY/s1600-h/zen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SIK5iZkYbMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WPgN_5wMTSY/s200/zen3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224942518333369538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Homes! That's an all-time high for me! WOO! So I've been on the job (officially selling) for 2 weeks. I hope to have 3-5 homes sold this month. I know that this is happening because I have finally opened my heart to the "help" of a power greater than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how sometimes you can really see that "bad" things happen for a good reason. As everyone knows, this past month has been fairly tragic for me and mine in about every way possible. Personally, I've had to deal with 3 of the 5 "most tragic and life changing events" a person can expect to deal with in a life time, so it's been a roller coaster to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have never read the book or seen the lil' movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Secret" &lt;/span&gt;it's a little kookie - but the message is the same as scripture: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As a man thinketh in his heart, so shall he live."&lt;/span&gt; If you believe good things will happen and you hold goodness in your heart, the universe will provide. It's interesting: I'm a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SIK5w08FOvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/i_XrGSI8OJc/s1600-h/zen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SIK5w08FOvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/i_XrGSI8OJc/s320/zen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224942766198700786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t an all-time "low" in my life in so may capacities, but I've "asked" the Greater Power for "hope" and I think it's really helped. I feel motivated when I wake up, empowered, capable, and....well...hopeful! I catch myself really ENJOYING the simplest things about life - my cup of coffee, elevator music and a good Carpenter's song cover, overly-enthusiastic people, full moons.  I  enjoy my work and helping people. I genuinely try to improve every situation I encounter.  I feel full of gratitude and charity; I can't remember the last time I felt this FOCUSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how the people you surround yourself with make such a huge impact on your general attitude about life. Some of the most successful Sales coaches I've ever listened to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you want to be successful, surround yourself with successful people." &lt;/span&gt;I believe this is true for all realms of "success" - financial, professional, emotional, spiritual, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;For the first time in my life, I'm truly beginning to see it's not challenges we conquer, but the limitations we set on ourselves.&lt;/span&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/8751165517599037936-8599164254120237363?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8599164254120237363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=8599164254120237363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8599164254120237363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8599164254120237363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-to-everyone-who-has-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SIK5iZkYbMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WPgN_5wMTSY/s72-c/zen3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-8788266361932508441</id><published>2008-07-11T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:22:05.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225205982140394818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SIOpKAu5bUI/AAAAAAAAANU/RJtWzSBG4YI/s400/Chris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SLH6-EBYlXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2LIKHAkhDNw/s1600-h/Chris+%26+Coleen+at+Cashe+Valley+MX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238243785746978162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SLH6-EBYlXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2LIKHAkhDNw/s400/Chris+%26+Coleen+at+Cashe+Valley+MX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Chris spent the day riding the Cache Valley Motocross track in Idaho with a couple of buddies. He's getting pretty good at the jumps - look at that height! Crazy skillz!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&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/8751165517599037936-8788266361932508441?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8788266361932508441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=8788266361932508441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8788266361932508441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8788266361932508441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/07/chris-spent-day-in-idaho-riding.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SIOpKAu5bUI/AAAAAAAAANU/RJtWzSBG4YI/s72-c/Chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-1654742866649030729</id><published>2008-07-06T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:50:39.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Grown Up" - by Cheryl Mercer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SHGgk0FiOBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XDJxCuV28PA/s1600-h/Daybreak+4.11.07+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220129997416708114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SHGgk0FiOBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XDJxCuV28PA/s400/Daybreak+4.11.07+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"When I think about marriage, what I long for most, strangely enough, is not an elevated spiritual union with a man; that's a fantasy not readily envisioned. What seems wondrous to me instead are the small, shared rituals that bind a man and woman in familiar intimacy, the borders inside which they make love, choose furniture, plan vacations, quarrel over closet space and ex-lovers, share the toothpaste, and celebrate Christmas the same way they did last year. I've been in love myself, so I know something of what it's like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;build&lt;/span&gt; a life together - the private jokes, the friends you share, knowing in advance which of you makes the coffee and which goes for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paper&lt;/span&gt;, even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; tedium of hearing his or her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; story told yet again. To promise to share forever the small - not only the grand - moments of life seems to me profoundly human, more intimate even than making love with someone for the first time."&lt;/em&gt;&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/8751165517599037936-1654742866649030729?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/1654742866649030729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=1654742866649030729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/1654742866649030729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/1654742866649030729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/07/grown-up-by-cheryl-mercer.html' title='&quot;Grown Up&quot; - by Cheryl Mercer'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SHGgk0FiOBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XDJxCuV28PA/s72-c/Daybreak+4.11.07+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-6624115922077060460</id><published>2008-07-01T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:50:55.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SGrdtqJHi0I/AAAAAAAAALc/gOenPE0I0aU/s1600-h/Stringham.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218226894738524994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SGrdtqJHi0I/AAAAAAAAALc/gOenPE0I0aU/s400/Stringham.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pray for me. I've &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally, pain-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stakingly&lt;/span&gt; COMPLETED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;120 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Real Estate Broker's classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and have completed the school test. I am now walking, slowly, into the Tunnel of Doom and must successfully complete my Final Broker's Test with an 80% or better. I am taking the test &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;next Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrified, I'm studying my A** OFF for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; final test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send positive energy my way! May the Force be with me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***PS*** how awesome is this: I was offered an &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Instructors position at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stringham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Real Estate school,&lt;/span&gt; teaching the "New Construction" &amp;amp; "Federal Law" courses! I met with the school President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; and proposed my class outline and materials and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the official invitation to teach! Rock on! I'm so excited and wildly flattered!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-6624115922077060460?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6624115922077060460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=6624115922077060460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6624115922077060460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6624115922077060460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/07/pray-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SGrdtqJHi0I/AAAAAAAAALc/gOenPE0I0aU/s72-c/Stringham.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-6998278154397042245</id><published>2008-06-30T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:04:13.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuido Soiree</title><content type='html'>Getting in-touch with "the Goddess within," I was inspired to attend a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pole-Dancing class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; held at a private studio called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Studio Soiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sugarhouse&lt;/span&gt; tonight. It wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skanky&lt;/span&gt; or dirty or anything - and man, do those &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SGnIyUX7gII/AAAAAAAAALE/s4MaNiAeWeQ/s1600-h/PoleParty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217922410073522306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SGnIyUX7gII/AAAAAAAAALE/s4MaNiAeWeQ/s320/PoleParty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;girls have some SERIOUS athletic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skillz&lt;/span&gt;! We learned the basic steps, "fireman" pole slides, some floor moves, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' routine. It was a TOTAL BLAST! The class was really small and very classy - it was really liberating "exploring" the art of a generally considered "erotic" dance in a way that was both expressive and athletic - man, you've gotta be STRONG to be good at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell ya this much: I have a WHOLE new respect for those "trashy" girls that can climb a pole, hand upside down, in the SPLITS and twirl down into a perfect pose. They deserve every dollar they earn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to not look like a huge, pasty, fleshy SLUG oozing down that dang pole,and get this new art-form down! If anyone wants to hook up and attend a class with me - it's addictive - call me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studiosoiree.com/"&gt;http://www.studiosoiree.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-6998278154397042245?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6998278154397042245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=6998278154397042245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6998278154397042245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6998278154397042245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/06/stuido-soiree.html' title='Stuido Soiree'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SGnIyUX7gII/AAAAAAAAALE/s4MaNiAeWeQ/s72-c/PoleParty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-5108691063864677973</id><published>2008-06-28T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:29:59.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Arts Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SGnNJe9ynrI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q1fherQn_zQ/s1600-h/uaf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217927206100180658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SGnNJe9ynrI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q1fherQn_zQ/s400/uaf1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Utah Arts Festival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tonight and spent the evening madly in-love, completely high on culture, music, good food, under a saucy canopy of stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how shyness melts away when the euphoria of "true self" seeps through the cracks of reservation in an environment that encourages self-expression! &lt;em&gt;I am so FUELED &amp;amp; INSPIRED BY PEOPLE UNAFRAID TO LIVE WHAT THEY LOVE &amp;amp; STEP OUTSIDE THE BOX!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a creature of art. I LOVE everything artistic that is freaky, strange, different, and bold. I love the pieces that make you say or think, "What did you just say?!" or "wow - that piece is reflected in a way that speaks true to my soul." Less a gal spitting out some vulgarity regarding a Ronald &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wesley&lt;/span&gt; in a poetry slam, the night was full of wonder and everything beautiful I enjoy about this crazy funky world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced in an ocean of people to a live Disco Band and, everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and mysterious inside of me fell in-love again for the first time in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night was nothing short of magical!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uaf.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WWW.UAF.ORG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&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/8751165517599037936-5108691063864677973?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5108691063864677973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=5108691063864677973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/5108691063864677973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/5108691063864677973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/06/utah-arts-festival.html' title='Utah Arts Festival'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SGnNJe9ynrI/AAAAAAAAALU/Q1fherQn_zQ/s72-c/uaf1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-113001797332664055</id><published>2008-06-24T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:28:16.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ani DiFranco @ Library Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SGHgpJZ3fFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dKUKmTwCiuI/s1600-h/Ani+DiFranco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215696840975416402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SGHgpJZ3fFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dKUKmTwCiuI/s320/Ani+DiFranco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Bryan (my bro) and I went to the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DiFranco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; concert at Library Square on Saturday night-- AND WE WERE ON THE FRONT ROW!!! Bryan had a friend that scored VIP tickets and she was able to save us a spot!&lt;em&gt; IT WAS THE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SGHghqAc2uI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NCSIVBeVeIk/s1600-h/AniDiFrancoCROP.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEST CONCERT, EVER! &lt;/em&gt;I am so madly, madly in-love with this gal, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;. She is EVERYTHING I wish I was - and her political, artistic, and feminine POWER is unlike any other! The lyrics to her songs are so poetic, metaphoric, deep,playful, and passionate. WOW! That's all I can say about that--and considering my life circumstances, I connect and relate to her music in the deepest fibers of my soul. She's also put out a couple books of poetry that you need to check her out! If anything, check out her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;web page&lt;/span&gt; and review some of the "causes" and calls-to-action she sponsors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.righteousbabe.com/"&gt;http://www.righteousbabe.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-113001797332664055?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/113001797332664055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=113001797332664055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/113001797332664055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/113001797332664055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/06/ani-difranco-library-square.html' title='Ani DiFranco @ Library Square'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SGHgpJZ3fFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dKUKmTwCiuI/s72-c/Ani+DiFranco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-3451307372493790564</id><published>2008-06-10T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:33:11.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Considerations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So the slump in the housing market is continuing to take a toll on both Chris and I, who have chosen professions in this industry. As of late, we're both considering what our options are and what we could &amp;amp; should do to keep our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;household&lt;/span&gt; stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SE88m4RXFVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vy_IcRtsi-c/s1600-h/fieldstone_logo_utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210449932528850258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SE88m4RXFVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vy_IcRtsi-c/s320/fieldstone_logo_utah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interesting enough, I interviewed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fieldstone&lt;/span&gt; Homes yesterday for a Sales Agent position. Their product is very different from the custom luxury homes I've sold, but they seem to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt; rooted the company and have a thriving corporate culture. I don't think it's a bad option. I have a second interview with the President on Friday. I may decide to go this route instead of the Commercial Real Estate Internship with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NAI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UTah&lt;/span&gt; for the greater short-term income potential and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;likelihood&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;. Also, I would like to create a stable income situation for us both so that Chris has the liberty to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pursue&lt;/span&gt; better options, should he decide to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SE88uhN1kcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/faaaPXVjBVM/s1600-h/Simpsons%2520Cop.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210450063779008962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SE88uhN1kcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/faaaPXVjBVM/s320/Simpsons%2520Cop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-3451307372493790564?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3451307372493790564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=3451307372493790564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3451307372493790564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3451307372493790564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-considerations.html' title='New Considerations'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SE88m4RXFVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vy_IcRtsi-c/s72-c/fieldstone_logo_utah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-5009459521541306182</id><published>2008-05-31T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T07:39:36.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Presidential Vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DON'T KNOW WHO TO VOTE FOR? Compare the Representatives with this nifty lil' table: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.2decide.com/table.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://www.2decide.com/table.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hugely involved in the political &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arena&lt;/span&gt;, but I read an article in the June 2008 Reader's Digest that really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intrigued&lt;/span&gt; me regarding the bloc weight our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Millennium&lt;/span&gt;" generation has as compared to our "Gen X" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;co parts&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Millennium&lt;/span&gt; Generation " (ages 19-29) folks are nearly 3x more involved people in their 30's and 40's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article talks about the influence &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; generation will have over this next election and future political processes. Because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; "blog sites" and the economy most greatly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;impacting&lt;/span&gt; US RIGHT NOW, our generation is stepping up and actually voting (or planning to vote in November) in numbers much greater than those in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SEGzQX0XZXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nzQUJqiRTxU/s1600-h/abc_obama_clinton_mccain_080313_ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206639738069935474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SEGzQX0XZXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nzQUJqiRTxU/s320/abc_obama_clinton_mccain_080313_ms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "older" people in government are trying to figure out how to capture our attention, and our votes, as more "socially" focused and technologically advanced. Apparently our current candidates are perplexed by how greatly our generation is influenced by policies that impact the global &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;arena&lt;/span&gt;, versus the very conservative people currently in office, or the previous majority voters who were products of the "me" generation. Our generation is an "action &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;generation&lt;/span&gt;"; they are calling us "entrepreneurial, not for the purpose of making money, but for doing social good." Though 38% of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Millennial&lt;/span&gt; voters are Liberal, most are stuck somewhere in the middle, wedged between the Donkey and the Elephant (like me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cool statistics about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Millennium&lt;/span&gt; Voters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;* 63% of would currently approve gay marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;* 67% consider themselves "religiously minded" and the rate jumps to 90% if the word "religious" is replaced with "spiritual"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;*63 % of voters are currently siding with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 8.2% of the unemployment rates are affecting people 18-24 years old - the highest rate ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;*40% are "deeply" concerned about global warming and reusable fuels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;*68% of individuals DON'T want to pay social security, because we believe it won't be around for us to collect on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to vote in November and be much more involved in the political stratosphere this year than in previous years because I realize what an impact the current political &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;representatives&lt;/span&gt; have, even on a micro level. I can't complain about being unsatisfied with the government if I don't take action to try and contribute to electing good people into office. There is no excuse for not knowing where our current leaders stand on particular issues. Here's a quick reference to help ya out: &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=18437398"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=18437398&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; see the current issues, candidates and other helpful tidbits on the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCK THE VOTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; website: &lt;a href="http://www.rockthevote.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.rockthevote.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and please register to vote with the Widget on the right-hand side of the page. Go Team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-5009459521541306182?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/5009459521541306182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=5009459521541306182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/5009459521541306182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/5009459521541306182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/05/2008-presidential-vote.html' title='2008 Presidential Vote'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SEGzQX0XZXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nzQUJqiRTxU/s72-c/abc_obama_clinton_mccain_080313_ms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-397990408416866117</id><published>2008-05-25T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:56:10.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 26th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SDozqH0XZWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dzLCGiexXn4/s1600-h/26th+Birthday+at+the+Melting+Pot+5.24.2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204529118126237026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SDozqH0XZWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dzLCGiexXn4/s400/26th+Birthday+at+the+Melting+Pot+5.24.2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I turned 26 years old yesterday. (whoa)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Chris, being the sweetheart that he is,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me with a couples' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SALSA DANCING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LESSON COURSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which we'll last about a month!!! Can you believe it?! Chris - dancing?!!! He'll be a great dancer and I'll just love it! He also took me out to the Oyster Bar downtown because we didn't know we needed reservations for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Melting Pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight though, we got all dressed up and went out for the very classy Fondue dinner. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; and so nice to see him so suave and handsome in his dressiness.&lt;br /&gt;I just adore him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we are meeting up with my family to go see the new Indiana Jones flick after lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Such a great memory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;GREAT BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Looks like my birthday wishes are off to a great start!!!)&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/8751165517599037936-397990408416866117?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/397990408416866117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=397990408416866117' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/397990408416866117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/397990408416866117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-26th-birthday.html' title='Happy 26th Birthday!'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SDozqH0XZWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dzLCGiexXn4/s72-c/26th+Birthday+at+the+Melting+Pot+5.24.2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-7469142260398819175</id><published>2008-05-19T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:37:26.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Creek Race - 5/17/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SDJwSMJfLOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QXXo3XCGSKs/s1600-h/Cherry+Creek+Race++pit+row+5.17.08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202343977367317730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SDJwSMJfLOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QXXo3XCGSKs/s400/Cherry+Creek+Race++pit+row+5.17.08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Just got back from the Cherry Creek race. I almost beat my nemisis this time, T.N.G! S&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SDJh_cJfLGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/g7yq47cOh8M/s1600-h/Cherry+Creek+Race+5.17.08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ecuring second place off the line, I was able to stay in first place for the first two 17-mile loops. Then, out o&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SDJvXsJfLNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3uL-nH56fsA/s1600-h/Cherry+Creek+Race+5.17.08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202342972344970450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SDJvXsJfLNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3uL-nH56fsA/s200/Cherry+Creek+Race+5.17.08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f nowhere, she passed me on a really dusty/sandy 4-wheeler road. In a flurry of dust, I must have hit a rock (&lt;em&gt;at 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; gear speeds!) &lt;/em&gt;and kart-wheeled over my handlebars, catapulting face-first into the sage brush and dirt! I contemplated not finishing, as I sat there and in the dirt and cried, but figured finishing sure beat sitting on my butt in the sun in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trish was able to secure her lead, and despite my demolition, I placed 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. I took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trophy&lt;/span&gt;, a black eye, and a gnarly bruised thigh home from this battle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris didn't race this race but he played Pit Crew and is, of course, my biggest (and cutest) fan! It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt; to see him cheer me on each race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, there was an entire forum about what a "classless" terrible person I am on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MotoUtah&lt;/span&gt;.com - which is really funny, you should read it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(my response is the 11th post from the top&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motoutah.com/index.php?option=com_fireboard&amp;amp;Itemid=30&amp;amp;func=view&amp;amp;catid=37&amp;amp;id=34185#34185"&gt;http://www.motoutah.com/index.php?option=com_fireboard&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Itemid&lt;/span&gt;=30&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;func&lt;/span&gt;=view&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;catid&lt;/span&gt;=37&amp;amp;id=34185#34185&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Here is a video of my start if ya wanna watch it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16c35670913585bd" 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://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16c35670913585bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330188860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA78F68BF801159B63BF80586BB5E9D24A8B21CA.55E8313B205F1B6950B622E7FF8D69BEB62B5162%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16c35670913585bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpbLcWfBkhys7nXZiHpn-VhKqKCI&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://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16c35670913585bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330188860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA78F68BF801159B63BF80586BB5E9D24A8B21CA.55E8313B205F1B6950B622E7FF8D69BEB62B5162%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16c35670913585bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpbLcWfBkhys7nXZiHpn-VhKqKCI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I refuse to ride in the Beginning Women's class anymore - it sucks because we're forced to ride a large size bike (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like my 250)&lt;/span&gt; with little smaller people riding a range of bike sizes, which creates a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;plethora&lt;/span&gt; of problems. So, I'm going to officially move up into the "Big Bikes" class and race in the Women's Class with the Big Dogs for this next race in June. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly, I'm completely terrified to ride with the men, as we watched a whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lotta&lt;/span&gt; people flying off bikes in a dust cloud at high speeds this weekend. Unless you've seen it first-hand, you'll never understand the challenges of the starting line, the skill required by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;technicalities&lt;/span&gt; of the courses, and the determination one must summon to finish under a sweltering sun in a 100-mile race! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SDJtYcJfLKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tb6ZmDoDJr8/s1600-h/Cherry+Creek+Race+5.17.08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202340786206616738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SDJtYcJfLKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tb6ZmDoDJr8/s400/Cherry+Creek+Race+5.17.08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out this picture of our good friend Cole "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cornholio&lt;/span&gt;" who rolled into the finish line at 60 MPH in 6th gear pinned, on nothing but RIM, missing his rear tire and rear brake,  for the last 16 miles! He  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;placed 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; over-all!!! This just illustrates the "stuff" you've gotta be made of to compete in this arena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one is sure I have the strength or skill to be able to "hang" with the big bikes--- but I'll guess we'll see soon enough!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;GO BIG OR GO HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NEXT RACE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bull Hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;June 16-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Monticello, Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8751165517599037936-7469142260398819175?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=16c35670913585bd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7469142260398819175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=7469142260398819175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/7469142260398819175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/7469142260398819175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/05/cherry-creek-race-5172008.html' title='Cherry Creek Race - 5/17/08'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SDJwSMJfLOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QXXo3XCGSKs/s72-c/Cherry+Creek+Race++pit+row+5.17.08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-4965561701931901276</id><published>2008-04-29T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:21:42.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firebirds Race - Jericho Utah April 23rd</title><content type='html'>Chris and I both raced the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;firebirds&lt;/span&gt; race this past weekend. I've been slow at reporting results because I have a &lt;em&gt;freaking concussion&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I ate shit so hard, you just wouldn't believe it! My start was shaky, but I was able to get in-front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TNG&lt;/span&gt; (Trish) for the entire 1st loop! I was right in-front of her on the first of 3 home checks. However, she passed me after I over-shot a corner on the second loop, and she and I battled it out for most of the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; loop, with her in-front at the second home check. It's kinda funny: she looked back at me when we were checking in, and I said &lt;em&gt;"Go faster Trish, I'm gonna catch ya!"&lt;/em&gt; and, well, that was really dumb of me-she turned it up and stayed in-front the rest of the race (but only because I crashed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SBdx9-rAnLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/h-_qAezmpSA/s1600-h/concussoin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194746004804508850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SBdx9-rAnLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/h-_qAezmpSA/s200/concussoin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea what happened, but somehow (I think I was in sandy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;whoops&lt;/span&gt;) I flipped over my handle bars at a pretty high speed. I remember flying off my bike, but don't remember the crash or picking up my bike and starting back on the trail. The strangest part: I like "lapsed" back into my dream from the former night... and it wasn't until nearly the END of the last loop that I "zoned" in again and realized I was still racing and that I had to finish... It was, by far, the most strange thing that has happened in a while. I was completely zoned. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Overall, I'll take 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place in points for this race, which makes me mad because I ALMOST HAD HER and I tried my very hardest, boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;TRISH WINS AGAIN!?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day cooking grub for the crew and my head kinda hurt. It wasn't until later that night when we all went back out to the hot-pots that the pain really kicked in full-steam. Since then, my head has hurt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; bad, and my neck is still so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hurtie&lt;/span&gt; all the way around and down through my shoulder blades. That's not all-- you should see the black and green bruise on my hip, 'oly crap. ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Chris raced the first loop and opted out of the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; loop&lt;/span&gt; because he was &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SBdy6urAnMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Yh3mYPlEBu4/s1600-h/Firebirds+Jericho+4.23.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194747048481561794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SBdy6urAnMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Yh3mYPlEBu4/s320/Firebirds+Jericho+4.23.08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cramping up so bad, so he'll have another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DNF&lt;/span&gt; (Did Not Finish) on his points record for the year. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SBdwQ-rAnKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vk7smGnq2Vs/s1600-h/Firebirds+Jericho+4.23.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't quite know where he is in the running for his class this year. Gotta try and keep him out of the pits (and out of the Captain Morgan) if he's gonna place this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast at this race and we had a really fun time hanging out with Landry &amp;amp; Mandy, Cole &amp;amp; Carrie, Britt &amp;amp; John, and the other fabulous desert folk we've grown so attached to. Love 'em all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;NEXT RACE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;CHERRY CREEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;MAY 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-4965561701931901276?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4965561701931901276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=4965561701931901276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/4965561701931901276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/4965561701931901276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/04/firebirds-race-jericho-utah-april-23rd.html' title='Firebirds Race - Jericho Utah April 23rd'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SBdx9-rAnLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/h-_qAezmpSA/s72-c/concussoin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-4303669380232033461</id><published>2008-04-20T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:12:32.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lot's of New Pages Turning...</title><content type='html'>After a period of slow-down and readjustment, I've finally decided and am moving in a few new directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First, I interviewed with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handful&lt;/span&gt; of different employers, and have accepted the most challenging (and probably craziest) challenge of my professional life: a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Commercial Real Estate Internship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SAvFtuiYMdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/d8IZe_blhhE/s1600-h/naiutahLogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191460384851636690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SAvFtuiYMdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/d8IZe_blhhE/s200/naiutahLogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;interviewed with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NAI&lt;/span&gt; Utah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.naiutah.com/"&gt;http://www.naiutah.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(a commercial real estate firm which manages acquisitions and dispositions, leasing, tenant representation, lease administration and audit, investment services, due diligence, and related consulting and advisory services), &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the 3rd largest commercial real estate firm in Utah, for the chance to "compete" in a 3-month long internship in which the top 2-3 of 10-14 candidates will be offered permanent positions with the company (kind of like the &lt;em&gt;"Pursuit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Happyness&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; movie). They interviewed 36 candidates, and I was 1 of 7-10 that were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accepted&lt;/span&gt;! Starting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;August 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; For 12 weeks, I will be judged on my ability to learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;commercial&lt;/span&gt; real estate practices and policies, present and sell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;properties&lt;/span&gt;, create an over-all personal business structure to be judged by a board of 5 managers, and pass a series of classroom and field tests in a plethora of on-site scenarios. (Scarry?!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am one two of the top performers in my class, I may be offered a permanent position with the company, in which I will be required to work 2 years in EACH of the company departments &lt;em&gt;(research, acquisitions, marketing, sales...etc). &lt;/em&gt;After the 2-year period, I will be able to work as a Junior Agent and start performing sales to earn commissions. After 2 years of Junior Agency, I can graduate to a full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; Commericial Agent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know it sounds like complete insanity, working my brains out for 3 months which MAY or MAY NOT result in a career, to earn very little income for 4 additional years... but at the end of 5 years, this MAY result in one of the most respected positions in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Commerical&lt;/span&gt; industry, in which case most agents earn &lt;em&gt;well &lt;/em&gt;over 6-figure incomes! That's what I'm talking about, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To gain an additional professional edge, I'm going back to school full-time starting May 1st, to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;earn my Broker's license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's nearly double the requirements as the Real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Estate&lt;/span&gt; Agent program, and my days will begin at 4 am and end at 8 pm, but it'll be worth it. I hope to start, end, and test within a 3 month period of time, so I can complete my Broker course before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;NAI&lt;/span&gt; Internship starts in August. Wish me luck.... I know it's going to kick my ass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Third, to balance the need for personal gain, I've joined (&lt;em&gt;AND FALLEN IN-LOVE WITH!)&lt;/em&gt; a nonprofit grassroots advocacy organization committed to creating the political will to end hunger and the worst aspects of poverty, called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RESULTS.&lt;/span&gt; The group is committed to individuals exercising their personal and political power by lobbying elected officials for effective solutions and key policies that affect hunger and poverty. (&lt;a href="http://www.results.org/"&gt;http://www.results.org/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I randomly read a book called&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Banker to the Poor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SAv6IeiYMeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BB85YgINntY/s1600-h/25140695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191518019017781730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SAv6IeiYMeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BB85YgINntY/s320/25140695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by Professor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Muhhamad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yunus&lt;/span&gt;, which is the story of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Grameen&lt;/span&gt; Bank, and how 1 man created an entire system of Micro-lending (giving small loans to poor people) which enabled entrepreneurship for poor individuals and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;alleviated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;millions&lt;/strong&gt; from poverty! Not only that, he tells readers how to get involved and make a difference. I joined the suggested Salt Lake Chapter of "R.E.S.U.L.T.S." as a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;constituent&lt;/span&gt;" to work with local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;legislators&lt;/span&gt; to focus on presenting and passing Bills that will help achieve the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Millennium Development Goals of 2015:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eradicate Extreme Hunger and Poverty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Achieve Universal Primary Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Promote Gender Equality and Empower Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Reduce&lt;/span&gt; Child Mortality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Improve Maternal Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Combat&lt;/span&gt; HIV/AIDS, TB, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Malaria&lt;/span&gt; and other Diseases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ensure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Environmental&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Sustainability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Create a Global Partnership for Development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've officially decided NOT to join the Peace Corps (yet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;), and have taken a rain-check on marriage and kids for another 4 1/2 years. I've decided that my career is really important to me, that establishing a name for myself and accomplishing the goals I've held in my mind since I was a kid needs to be achieved before I feel comfortable turning my attention to motherhood and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;wifery&lt;/span&gt;. I just don't want to wake up in 30 years and feel like I "didn't give it my all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I'm officially putting an end to the State of Crisis since being laid off from my last job, and I look forward to my working, school, Broker's license, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;eradicating&lt;/span&gt; world hunger and disease, racing motorcycles, and generally kicking ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's turn up the music and rock on!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &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/8751165517599037936-4303669380232033461?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4303669380232033461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=4303669380232033461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/4303669380232033461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/4303669380232033461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/04/lots-of-new-pages-turning.html' title='Lot&apos;s of New Pages Turning...'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SAvFtuiYMdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/d8IZe_blhhE/s72-c/naiutahLogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-8518743291959984630</id><published>2008-04-08T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T14:54:10.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAGE RIDER'S RACE - Jericho Utah April 5th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SAu6g-iYMcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sVSocFdCi-g/s1600-h/Sage+Rider%27s+Expert+Start+4.6.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191448071180399042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SAu6g-iYMcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sVSocFdCi-g/s400/Sage+Rider%27s+Expert+Start+4.6.08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We just came back from another fabulous race weekend (nope, still not getting old yet!) in Jericho. However, I am an idiot, and pretty much messed up the whole racing side of things for both Chris and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My start went really well and I was able to punch it and get into 3rd place off the line. I held my speed and even - YES - PASSED Tattoo Neck Girl (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TNG&lt;/span&gt;, her name is Trish) and held first place for the entire first loop. HOWEVER, I over-shot a corner, rounded a big bush, and ran into a barbed wire fence and lost my lead. Somehow in the mix of things, I got totally off the course (don't even ask me how) and ended up returning to the main loop after MISSING PIT ROW, and I basically did a 3/4 loop and then a full loop, and finished the race, wondering why I never came into pit and why the loops were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; long! (duh to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris started to really worry when everyone came through pit row on the first loop, but me. Thinking I was hurt or lost, he hopped on his bike and followed the course to come find me. However, since the Big Bikes were also planned to race a portion of our course, the race officials &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;DISQUALIFIED HIM FOR RIDING ON THE COURSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sad huh! He was disqualified in his efforts to come find me! (sigh. How tender!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;we were both disqualified in this race&lt;/span&gt;, which is really going to hurt my over-all points position. Really, I would have placed second, or maybe first, had I just kept up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TNG&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to watch the Expert's start -which was PHENOMINAL considering there were national and highly recognized professinal riders - the action was awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the race, our crew (Chris, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Myself&lt;/span&gt;, Cole, Landry, Mike, Marcie, Carrie) all drove out in the 40 degree weather to the middle of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' desert to a deserted, haunted, Japanese work- camp hot pot place that left the remains of 3 concrete natural hot springs tubs in the ground.. (yes, it is as freakish as it sounds.) Everyone was pretty loaded, except me, so I was the only one that really felt the moss and and dead bugs squishing under my butt and toes.... it was pretty gross, but totally worth it &lt;em&gt;(minus the random strangers who showed up naked and humped infront of our whole group mid-evening ?!!) &lt;/em&gt;! Chris gracefully slipped on some concrete in the dark and split his ankle open... dork, which was the only tragedy of the weekend. But is was pretty funny watching him whine, spread eagle in a mucky swamp hole.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend and can't wait for the next one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT RACE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;April 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Firebird's&lt;/span&gt; in Jericho, Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P.S. I got a signed t-shirt from Destry Abbott!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-8518743291959984630?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8518743291959984630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=8518743291959984630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8518743291959984630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8518743291959984630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/04/sage-riders-race-jericho-utah-april-5th.html' title='SAGE RIDER&apos;S RACE - Jericho Utah April 5th'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/SAu6g-iYMcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sVSocFdCi-g/s72-c/Sage+Rider%27s+Expert+Start+4.6.08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-3727005397035901399</id><published>2008-03-08T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T06:51:48.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results from Rhino Rally Race - St. George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R9K_H5qzdNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iSDEVZqcd_c/s1600-h/Starting+Line+Panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175409064262464722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R9K_H5qzdNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iSDEVZqcd_c/s400/Starting+Line+Panorama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FINALLY we have the official results in from the last desert race which took place in St. George late last month. The race was extremely fun because the conditions were so nice. Rain kept ost of the dust down and the sunshine was so warm! This race is one of the largest races of the year, attracting people from all over the area including Arizona and Nevada. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R9K435qzdII/AAAAAAAAAE0/jaVhwSz5QnY/s1600-h/St.+George+Rhino+Rally+2.3.08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year the club turns down entrees after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accepting 350 &lt;/span&gt;rider applicants (the picture above illustrates just how many people that is on the starting line - this frame only captures 1/2 the line-up!).&lt;br /&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;My biological father, Lawrence, and his mom, Grandma &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R9K-AJqzdMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KWm6r6WDs6o/s1600-h/Christie,+Gram,+Father.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175407831606850754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R9K-AJqzdMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KWm6r6WDs6o/s320/Christie,+Gram,+Father.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bernice, both came to watch my start - and how nice it was to see both of them supporting me in the crowd! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was nervous because this race had a "dead start" which means riders have to kick-start the bike once the flag is dropped, versus just hitting the throttle on a running engine. It's hard for me to kick-start my bike, so I feared this was going to b a challenge for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started my bike right off, and only had 1 other girl &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tattoo&lt;/span&gt; Neck Girl, again)&lt;/em&gt; right in-front of me. The start was laced with some fairly deep washes, cacti, and big chunks of lava rock, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; took some people out. Here's a clip from my start:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b52bd9b5fdd3fcf2" 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://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db52bd9b5fdd3fcf2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330188860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8AEAB223F5624E2BFF64EF0B220F69F1C738D41.E702AF5E62D38BB631DC5F618D4F64FE2721ADA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db52bd9b5fdd3fcf2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvFz26ZxCtHVD24mFMVmO2BwAdQ8&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://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db52bd9b5fdd3fcf2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330188860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8AEAB223F5624E2BFF64EF0B220F69F1C738D41.E702AF5E62D38BB631DC5F618D4F64FE2721ADA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db52bd9b5fdd3fcf2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvFz26ZxCtHVD24mFMVmO2BwAdQ8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the race was mostly winding, sandy, trails in the bottom of small &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R9K6sZqzdJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uxMvTjn-sBM/s1600-h/Rhino+Ralley+1+Feb+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ravines and such, a couple of hill climbs and a couple wide-open high speed shots. I was doing &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R9K7sZqzdKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-4DXisb5q8U/s1600-h/Chris+yelling+at+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175405293281178786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R9K7sZqzdKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-4DXisb5q8U/s400/Chris+yelling+at+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;really well until I over-shot a corner and slammed into a wall, tipped over, and slammed my head hard right before I came into Pit Row (where all the other people watch). This is a picture of Chris yelling&lt;em&gt; "Go Faster!!!"&lt;/em&gt; when I came through Pit Row on the first loop. Gotta love the encouragement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the second loop, I had fallen behind and had a couple of stalls that put me even farther behind. HIGHLIGHT: I came up a steep hill with no visibility at the top, and piled up into someone who'd crashed at the on the other side (who knows how that happens?). As I was bending over up to pick up my bike, another person ascents the hill and literally RUNS OVER ME, plowing right over my hip and ass! #*$! That little delay pretty much cost me the whole race. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Over all, I came in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of 11 riders in my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The Year-End points were just calculated, and I'm still in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place, but only by a mere 100 points... need to UP MY GAME if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to trophy over-all in my class at the end of the yea. The girl that took 1st last race placed again (TNG)- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt; in nearly 12 minutes ahead of everyone else, she's that good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Grrrr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Chris did well and trophied 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place in his class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Over all, he is still ranked 3rd in his class year-to-date. He had to run a much more grueling course than I did, completing 2 30 mile loops. The second loop was full of massive boulders which riders had to pick their way around technically and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aggressively&lt;/span&gt;. Chris reports, &lt;em&gt;"The race was hurt-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; (which means he and his bike got beat-up) and complains that &lt;em&gt;"all his fast stuff fell off his bike"&lt;/em&gt; during the race (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; parts). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a clip from his start, which is much meaner and more tough than mine!:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f804245e3041323" 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://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f804245e3041323%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330188860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CF351920FAA9B498AD718ECCC732E35F4AB9495.2F9CC5AA12A3B55B4A083BB360F2FF8598A3EA97%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f804245e3041323%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Diq-sKj3bmYYqjxi3JvNLvL6_oGs&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://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f804245e3041323%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330188860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CF351920FAA9B498AD718ECCC732E35F4AB9495.2F9CC5AA12A3B55B4A083BB360F2FF8598A3EA97%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f804245e3041323%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Diq-sKj3bmYYqjxi3JvNLvL6_oGs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Chris trophied, we attended the awards banquet that night where he was awarded, not only a trophy, but a kiss too from the cute trophy girl! Double-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;grrrr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can't wait for the next race:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sage Rider's National &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;APRIL 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in Jericho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8751165517599037936-3727005397035901399?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2f804245e3041323&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b52bd9b5fdd3fcf2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3727005397035901399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=3727005397035901399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3727005397035901399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3727005397035901399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/03/results-from-rhino-rally-race-st-george.html' title='Results from Rhino Rally Race - St. George'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R9K_H5qzdNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iSDEVZqcd_c/s72-c/Starting+Line+Panorama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-7716963062714649577</id><published>2008-03-03T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:33:59.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Must Watch this Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This Oprah segment is 11 minutes long, but well worth your time. It is a lecture from a young man who is dying of pancreatic cancer. It'll be your little dose of medicinal reality for the day, aiding to help you re-focus and recalibrate your priorities.&lt;/span&gt; Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How to Live Your Life"&lt;/em&gt; by Rany Pausch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.stumbleupon.com/#p=ithct48cqw"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Randy Pausch reprising his Last Lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-7716963062714649577?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7716963062714649577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=7716963062714649577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/7716963062714649577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/7716963062714649577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/03/stumblevideo-randy-pausch-reprising-his.html' title='You Must Watch this Video'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-3022501472634323213</id><published>2008-03-01T04:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T06:19:46.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...It freakin' pours. Well, I got laid off from my job yesterday. Shocker, eh? It was to me, considering I was recruited to Symphony Homes only 7 months ago from another home builder. I am not suprised by, nor do I resent the business owner's need to perform more lay-offs considering market conditions in the Real Estate industry right now.. By 12:30 yesterday afternoon, my few belongings were packed and all the great dreams I had for myself and my career were left with the key to the building. I couldn't even cry about it - still can't - because if you know me at all, you'll understand that my life is ever presenting me with new challenges to face and new opportunities to become someone entirely different (about every 2 years.) I think this is a genetic fatalistic pre-disposition I was encoded with from my natural mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could bitch and moan about the whole circumstance, but what does that get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared because I specialize in Residential New Construction and that market segment is most affected by unstable economic conditions - so my integration into a new job in this industry isn't looking too probable - or stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most forecasts for the 2008 year predict a slow year across the nation; many people are calling this the "Clean Out Year" for the Utah market insomuch that many investor's inventory homes which flooded and rode the market spur during the 90's-2006 will be forced to reduce prices, bring the average median home price down&lt;em&gt; (thank God)&lt;/em&gt; and increasing the number of home buyers in the 20-30 year-old demographic. Most projectors are saying that home builder's who target that demographic of buyer will survive the weather of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most predictors also hold that, despite the recent release of the Economy Boost Package from Government, &lt;em&gt;"cheaper-priced markets are more likely to be healthier, as loan activity is less constrained. Still, no market finds itself in a boom, and discussing which markets are the healthiest 'is a relative term.'"&lt;/em&gt; -Forbes.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check these websites out if you want more prediction information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realtor.org/RMODaily.nsf/pages/News2008011605?OpenDocument"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;http://www.realtor.org/RMODaily.nsf/pages/News2008011605?OpenDocument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://theutahrealestateblog.com/2008/01/2008-utah-real-estate-forecast.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;http://theutahrealestateblog.com/2008/01/2008-utah-real-estate-forecast.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forbes.com/2007/10/01/property-stable-homes-forbeslife-cx_mw_1001realestate.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;http://www.forbes.com/2007/10/01/property-stable-homes-forbeslife-cx_mw_1001realestate.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://utahhomesforsale.wordpress.com/2008/01/16/utah-housing-market-outlook-is-it-a-good-time-to-buy/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;http://utahhomesforsale.wordpress.com/2008/01/16/utah-housing-market-outlook-is-it-a-good-time-to-buy/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Point of all of this is: everything goes full-circle, and right now we are on the bottom half of the cirlce. Some sophisticates report the market will pick up in 2009. Some crazies say this is the beginning of the most significant recession we've seen since the early century, and that it'll take a decade or so to process. Let's all hope for high job-growth and clean-up in the mortgage lending industry - or else everyone in the Construction/Real Estate world will be applying for jobs as Order Cooks at Denny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to mope or get down about my circumstance, though I'm hurt and mad and scared. I found the tallest, steepest hillside I could find in Farmington yesterday and made myself run up it as hard and as fast as I could until I just didn't want to run up it anymore. Then I made myself run down and up again. It was therapeutic, the physical realization that it's just gonna have to hurt like hell to get back up to the top, and all I can do is try to get there as fast and as hard as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than ever, I am thankful to have a wonderful man beside me who has chosen to saddle up and ride the most dangerous and dynamic "roller coaster" portion of my life with me for the last couple years, who supports and (sometimes crazily)believes in what I am capable of building with our future. He is my strength and my best friend. Without him, and the support of my family, I'd have just flung myself off that damn mountain yesterday, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you, Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of you, if you know of any career pportunities available, please let me know. Otherwise, I'll post again when I find something new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe this is my opportunity to "re-calibrate"my expectations of myself and really "re-choose" the direction I want my life to take. Maybe it's my opportunity to re-evaluate the resentments I've held for not doing the things I felt I should have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sounds like it's time to find and fall in-love with my old dreams again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is one of my favorite pieces; makes me appreciate the dreamers and risk-takers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Homage to the Divers"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love poem at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;of the sea, in a treasure ship,&lt;br /&gt;reachable, yes,&lt;br /&gt;we must believe reachable.&lt;br /&gt;In an air-tight container&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in the captain's quarters,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere off Hatteras,&lt;br /&gt;written by...&lt;br /&gt;And a key in a skeleton's hand&lt;br /&gt;and the whole world up above&lt;br /&gt;diving for it,&lt;br /&gt;some with all the equipment,&lt;br /&gt;some holding their breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Stephan Dunn, "&lt;em&gt;A Circus of Needs"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-3022501472634323213?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3022501472634323213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=3022501472634323213' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3022501472634323213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3022501472634323213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-it-rains.html' title='When it Rains...'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-2767662553949745562</id><published>2008-02-26T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:34:45.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Report - Snow Flower &amp; the Secret Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A couple of months ago, a series of pictures were floating around the email world which captured the essence of the ancient practice of Chinese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;footbinding&lt;/span&gt;. These images have remained with me because of the initial horror I felt at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah, the magic of perspective. I was inspired to read this book after viewing these images. I've learned so much from introspection and reflection the book forced evaluate of in respect to the ancient gender-based literal and subjective concepts the still hold ground today-nearly 200 years later. This book really forced me to re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;evalute&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;em&gt;MOTIVE and reason&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8UMM6GvUYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8UbpFKxzjUU/s1600-h/Feet+binding.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171553163000369538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8UMM6GvUYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8UbpFKxzjUU/s400/Feet+binding.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;behind the strong "roles" women play as emotional keepers of the "domestic" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; the "inner")world, versus the men's phsycially strong roles as providers/protectors and controllers of the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;outter&lt;/span&gt; world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am not easily convinced or persuaded to condone stereotyping or the notion of gender-based roles, however this book really magnified the POWER women have and the IMPORTANCE every woman's unique "femaleness." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One of the strangest concepts was this practice of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;footbinding&lt;/span&gt; - in which women's mothers were responsible for soaking their daughters feet in roots, herbs, and urine then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wrapping&lt;/span&gt; them as tightly as they can in a series of shrinking wraps until the bones softened and eventually broke, in which case the bones could literally be "folded" under the largest toe. The goal was to create a foot no larger than a thumb &lt;em&gt;(look at the size of the shoe in this picture.)&lt;/em&gt; The smaller the foot, the more desirable the women (in fact, her foot was more "secret" and sexual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8UMYaGvUZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QGqL3EN6YpI/s1600-h/Feet+binding+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171553360568865170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8UMYaGvUZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QGqL3EN6YpI/s400/Feet+binding+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n her actual private areas.) The more desirable the women, the higher the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;price was&lt;/span&gt; paid to her family for the right to marry. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;woman's&lt;/span&gt; future was completely determined by the size and shape of her feet, insomuch her entire financial destiny and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;prodigy&lt;/span&gt; would be determined by it. The brutal beauty was each woman gladly accepted the fate of the broken and tiny feet, the years of pain and agony &lt;em&gt;(which is grimly detailed in the book),&lt;/em&gt; because from it they had the power to completely &lt;em&gt;(literally)&lt;/em&gt; haped their entire future. In a world of so much uncertainty and fatalistic control-based thinking, they harnessed the 1 thing they could control and used it improve their personal circumstance: their bodies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Also, this book also examines the importance of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;female's&lt;/span&gt; NEED to communicate as an outlet, and the significance of female friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All in all, the book is written well with many solid historical references and fantastic flow. This is an easy read - only 260(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) pages, and well worth the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Take a weekend and read it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8751165517599037936-2767662553949745562?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/2767662553949745562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=2767662553949745562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/2767662553949745562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/2767662553949745562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/02/book-report-snow-flower-secret-fan.html' title='Book Report - Snow Flower &amp; the Secret Fan'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8UMM6GvUYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8UbpFKxzjUU/s72-c/Feet+binding.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-4625179070499808601</id><published>2008-02-26T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:06:22.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/videos/J/28/nc5i47_658969bcdf4c74d23c1e47" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"  &gt;Celebrity Morph&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/genology"  &gt;Genology&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-history"  &gt;Family history&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDQwOTIzMTEzOTEmcD*xMTA1NzEmZD1tb3JwaCZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-4625179070499808601?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/4625179070499808601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=4625179070499808601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/4625179070499808601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/4625179070499808601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/02/celebrity-morph-by-myheritage_5308.html' title='Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-3917594658454294569</id><published>2008-02-26T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:40:56.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/videos/J/28/m78l46_692185708f4c74lm7che46" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"  &gt;Celebrity Morph&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/roots"  &gt;Roots&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/vintage-photos"  &gt;Vintage photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDQwOTA3ODk*MTgmcD*xMTA1NzEmZD1tb3JwaCZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-3917594658454294569?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3917594658454294569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=3917594658454294569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3917594658454294569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3917594658454294569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/02/celebrity-morph-by-myheritage_26.html' title='Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-6281429017720375830</id><published>2008-02-19T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:21:49.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Work No Play...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I started yet another job (this makes 3). I've been fortunate this last month to have had the opportunity to represent some Buyers with the purchase of a new home in Kaysville. So that MONSTROSITY of a process (yes, we toured over 30 homes in 2 days... everywhere from Lehi to Layton) absorbed a lot of my time this last month. I LOVE Real Estate - and it was a nice little "breather" to get back into the Sales field a little after a year+ break managing different aspects of the construction world. I was born with that "sales stuff" in me; it's just who I am- and I'll probably go back into sales when the market changes. We will be closing on their new home in 3 weeks - woo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R7s4FqGvUSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/X2WJVQA3yOA/s1600-h/Lakeview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168786667190833442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R7s4FqGvUSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/X2WJVQA3yOA/s320/Lakeview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, I just started a new part-time job at &lt;strong&gt;Lakeview Hospital &lt;/strong&gt;working 2 nights/1 weekend day a week in the Lab as a Lab Tech. My primary responsibilities are associated with the Phlebotomy Department &amp;amp; Microbiology. I draw a lot of blood, process drug tests, prepare Micobiology samples, process readings, chart test results, do a lot of random stuff with the ER and am kinda the go-between for the Blood Bank, Pathology, Microbiology, and Chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My first night was last week - What an eye opener. Not having worked in the Lab for nearly 6 years, it was a challenge (to say the least!) to remember all the terminology and abriviations for processes. Everything is a code or acronym?! And, of course, the people I work with are "too busy" to explain anything well- it's just do-or-die around there, literally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R7s4Z6GvUTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/24TjrMQOiIo/s1600-h/Phlebotomy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168787015083184434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R7s4Z6GvUTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/24TjrMQOiIo/s320/Phlebotomy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm still really nervous about it. I have to go back to work tonight and train with my Latina ornery co-worker, lucky me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a positive note: the extra cash will be great and being back in the hospital is refreshing. I love the blood and that kind of stress. I like the technical aspects of it all and having to remember all the interesting stuff I learned in all my Medical classes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, when I'm not at Symphony Homes, selling a house, at the hospital, or at a race, I'm at home eating, sleeping, or cleaning. Feels like life is racing at about 210 MPH. Good thing I'm an adrenaline junky and enjoy the speed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-6281429017720375830?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/6281429017720375830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=6281429017720375830' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6281429017720375830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/6281429017720375830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-work-no-play.html' title='All Work No Play...'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R7s4FqGvUSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/X2WJVQA3yOA/s72-c/Lakeview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-3054668757200616178</id><published>2008-01-27T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:39:46.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesquite, NV Buzzards Race Jan. 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we both made it back in 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; from Mesquite, Nevada from our first Desert Race of the 2008 season! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have 3 words for you:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEEP, WET, SAND!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UG&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RE-CAP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since we we showed up almost too-late (8:30 in the morning?!) I was super-rushed to get dressed, signed in, and on &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R50piabvjBI/AAAAAAAAADM/pjh-FiD3ArI/s1600-h/Mesquite+NV+Buzzards+Race+Jan+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160326419224431634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R50piabvjBI/AAAAAAAAADM/pjh-FiD3ArI/s320/Mesquite+NV+Buzzards+Race+Jan+08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the start line. By the time the flag was up, I hadn't even had time to warm up or think about what I was doing?! Since this is my 1st (participating) desert race, ever, it was probably a good thing I had to just get in and do it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our race (beginners) was roughly five 6 mile loops. The course was 1/2 motocross track and 1/2 tight twisted sand whoops, rock hills, and deep, slushy sandy flats. For the most part, you had to put it in a high gear and just keep it pinned, or else the front-end would dive and you'd sink and fall over in shin-deep sand. Ya, I learned that from the 1st loop.... after picking the bike up (no joke) like 28 times, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' exhausted. Me, and all the other "beginners" had a whole troop of sweepers to come find us, dig us out, and put us back in an up-right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt;... it was funny and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R50p5abvjCI/AAAAAAAAADU/SA4ApVTE1xQ/s1600-h/Mesquite+NV+Buzzards+Race+Jan+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160326814361422882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R50p5abvjCI/AAAAAAAAADU/SA4ApVTE1xQ/s200/Mesquite+NV+Buzzards+Race+Jan+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got some pretty bad bruises- one the size of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' grape fruit on my right thigh where I hit a rock or my handle bars or something?! and I can barely move today~! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I feel like I've done about 300 push-ups! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I placed 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; overall in the Beginning Women's class this race -&lt;/strong&gt; the girl that beat me is a seasoned rider, and from here on out will be referred to Tattoo Neck Girl (since she had a gnarly tat on the back of her neck and I spent most of the race looking at it, or burring my face in sand....) So, T.N. G. is officially my season arch-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nemesis&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;diddy&lt;/span&gt; of the Chris' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Amature&lt;/span&gt; Class race start - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry the film is so wobbly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-de2b1e34fa1ceef" 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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0de2b1e34fa1ceef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330188860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A7D4D9D647326C8824891157BD96E0928E4E7A5.49D309BBF9A6325A59E9443FE7515BF604C1EE5B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde2b1e34fa1ceef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrUlD2lsxRVUQvMcrBr_BlLh0-4M&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.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0de2b1e34fa1ceef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330188860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A7D4D9D647326C8824891157BD96E0928E4E7A5.49D309BBF9A6325A59E9443FE7515BF604C1EE5B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde2b1e34fa1ceef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrUlD2lsxRVUQvMcrBr_BlLh0-4M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris did wells too, though we're not sure yet how he placed overall,&lt;/strong&gt; as they hadn't calculated places when we left. He'd moved up to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Amature&lt;/span&gt; class from the Novice, and the &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R50t06bvjDI/AAAAAAAAADc/i7eDiZPv0oc/s1600-h/Post-Race+pic+of+Chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160331135098522674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R50t06bvjDI/AAAAAAAAADc/i7eDiZPv0oc/s200/Post-Race+pic+of+Chris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;riders in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt; are MUCH more refined! He said this is one of the only races he considered quitting mid-stream in. He was BEET red when he came across the finish and soaking wet with sweat! He has a bone-bruise on his right knee from hitting something as well!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But man, to watch those guys rush the start at 50 MPH, slide into a massive jump and then clear a triple- some of them hitting 15+ feet in the air- is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;UNBELIEVABLE&lt;/span&gt;!!! Again, the sand for these guys was so deep and slushy and hard to control that they all came in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many said this was the hardest race they've ever done in the Desert Racing Series. Good thing it was my 1st so I have nothing to compare it too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me, as I was cursing up a storm at one massive tumbleweed I was entrapped in, that I finally understand why this no-money, dirty, hot, dangerous sport is addicting and even - yes - "rewarding" : there are very few challenges in life that CONDENSE into one, brief, daunting OPPORTUNITY TO PROVE TO YOURSELF WHAT YOU ARE REALLY MADE OF based on inward commitment, will, endurance, and strength; experiences that lace you up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;endorphins&lt;/span&gt; and adrenaline, that leave you feeling both powerless and laughable, humble and empowered at the end of the day - experiences that make you realize you have to &lt;em&gt;earn character.&lt;/em&gt; And, when you are drenched head-to-toe in sand and stuck under a tumbleweed in the middle of the damn desert, you realize no one is standing there with a score card to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;gauge&lt;/span&gt; your "character" - you are out there to prove what you are made of to no one, but yourself. And I'm guessing that there really never is a "finish" line when it comes to that kind of challenge, which is why we'll all keep doing it year after year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unless you ride, you'll never understand, and that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Think we're crazy and love us all the same when we come home broken and dusty. We will appreciate the support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next race- February 23&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; in St. George.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160336070015945794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R50yUKbvjEI/AAAAAAAAADk/4IQCURpNq54/s400/Amature+Start+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(PS: be jealous. We left the Black Jack tables up $875!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8751165517599037936-3054668757200616178?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=de2b1e34fa1ceef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/3054668757200616178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=3054668757200616178' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3054668757200616178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/3054668757200616178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/01/mesquite-nv-buzzards-race-jan-2008.html' title='Mesquite, NV Buzzards Race Jan. 2008'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R50piabvjBI/AAAAAAAAADM/pjh-FiD3ArI/s72-c/Mesquite+NV+Buzzards+Race+Jan+08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-201479072968467069</id><published>2008-01-18T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:42:12.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>USRA Awards Banquet Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5F-uPi61WI/AAAAAAAAACc/tpLiqrT3qhU/s1600-h/post+banquet+party+jan+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5F8Mvi61UI/AAAAAAAAACM/fOhIDOehtHY/s1600-h/USRA+Award+Banquest+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157039606679131458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5F8Mvi61UI/AAAAAAAAACM/fOhIDOehtHY/s400/USRA+Award+Banquest+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We went to the USRA Award Banquet last weekend where Chris was awarded 2nd place in his class for the 2007 season. Here's a pic of all 3 placers, Paul, John &amp;amp; Chris. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the banquet, we had a bunch of people from the Desert Racing scene over for a hell-bender. Here's a shot with the Crew &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Psychoxer, Cornholio, DesertChick111, RM Chick #68, Hot Daniel &amp;amp; Co., Desertrat222 &amp;amp; Melissa, and Slave1 and I.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5F_M_i61XI/AAAAAAAAACk/XuDZ12jgBnI/s1600-h/post+banquet+party+jan+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157042909508982130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5F_M_i61XI/AAAAAAAAACk/XuDZ12jgBnI/s200/post+banquet+party+jan+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5F-U_i61VI/AAAAAAAAACU/TTgL-j7V0iE/s1600-h/post+banquet+party+jan+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8751165517599037936-201479072968467069?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/201479072968467069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=201479072968467069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/201479072968467069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/201479072968467069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/01/usra-awards-banquet-pics.html' title='USRA Awards Banquet Pics'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5F8Mvi61UI/AAAAAAAAACM/fOhIDOehtHY/s72-c/USRA+Award+Banquest+2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-8655022523053044732</id><published>2008-01-18T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:13:50.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok - I'm gettin' mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm all over this whole "blogging" thing, I'm stumbling all over long-lost friends and their profiles, and well they are all full of smiling little kids and families! I guess it's pulling on the one (tiny) heart-string I have for motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to post my own version of "motherhood" at my house and show of my "kids" and family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5Es5fi61RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fzrXfHKb0uQ/s1600-h/Family+Pic"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156952414548055314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5Es5fi61RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fzrXfHKb0uQ/s320/Family+Pic%27s+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Keno, our German Shorthair (4 yrs). He is grounded and tied to the bumper of our camper because he ran off into the wilderness while camping and didn't come home all night. Later, Chris found that some Hippies had captured him, holed him up in a tent, and fed him steak! I love this dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5Es5vi61SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Wjuixo9K3JI/s1600-h/Family+Pic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5GG_vi61bI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKJNYlRJO2U/s1600-h/Foothills+11.12.06+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157051477968737714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5GG_vi61bI/AAAAAAAAADE/BKJNYlRJO2U/s320/Foothills+11.12.06+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Shet, short for "Shetland Sheep Dog" (2 yrs.) I know, it's not really very original. I had a hard time naming him. He has a very- unique- personality and pretty much can't be bothered with people. He "herds" Keno around the yard all day and his loyalties are 100% with him. We thought he was a "dud" at first, as he didn't bark or prance or chase or fetch or anything. It was concerning. Chris, consequentially, nicknamed him "Shitty Dog" and well, as horrible as it is, it's kinda funny. Funny thing is, he's very mellow and sweet, and the fourth link in our crew. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5Es5_i61TI/AAAAAAAAACE/nJsIFgmlSTQ/s1600-h/Chris+and+Lincoln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156952423137989938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5Es5_i61TI/AAAAAAAAACE/nJsIFgmlSTQ/s320/Chris+and+Lincoln.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5Es5Pi61QI/AAAAAAAAABs/WL2wEoL1JO4/s1600-h/Chillin"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156952410253088002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5Es5Pi61QI/AAAAAAAAABs/WL2wEoL1JO4/s320/Chillin%27+in+the+Hammock+from+Grandparents%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5Es5Pi61QI/AAAAAAAAABs/WL2wEoL1JO4/s1600-h/Chillin"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5Es5Pi61QI/AAAAAAAAABs/WL2wEoL1JO4/s1600-h/Chillin"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lincoln (6 mo.), our newest addition (Chris' birthday present in October.) He is a seal-point Siamese Kitty (I know, who thought I'd like a damn cat?!) But he is adorable. Freakin' adorable. His favorite game is "hide behind the corner and jump out, spread eagle, as someone walks around a corner." Chris cuddles up with him like a baby - he is, by far, the most pampered ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5GErfi61aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Kgs6Kp4gkU8/s1600-h/Baby+Jesus+Kitty+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157048931053131170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5GErfi61aI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Kgs6Kp4gkU8/s320/Baby+Jesus+Kitty+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5GDNfi61ZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uLnI3MkVJEQ/s1600-h/Baby+Jesus+Kitty+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Lincoln was Baby Jesus for Christmas.)&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/8751165517599037936-8655022523053044732?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/8655022523053044732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=8655022523053044732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8655022523053044732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/8655022523053044732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-family.html' title='Our Family'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R5Es5fi61RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fzrXfHKb0uQ/s72-c/Family+Pic%27s+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-7076242585748756594</id><published>2008-01-14T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:22:59.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepin' for the New Desert Season</title><content type='html'>We are super excited to be on our way to Mesquite, NV on the 26th of January for our first race of the season! Chris has a new bike and I have new gear, and well, I'm just excited to be participating this year besides just playing Pit Crew and Camp Cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a glimps of one flight of races from a race last year near Jericho. Some race starts have 3oo hundred racers lined up across the horizon, amp'd and ready to rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a terrifying and magnificent sight to watch those guys (and girls!) battle it out for nearly 100 miles in 5th gear pinned with zero visability across the desert scape! You've gotta have some serious guts to hang. I'm super proud of him - and excited my life-long little girl dream to fall in-love with a motorcycle racer has come true!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-85caa057117bd478" 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://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85caa057117bd478%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330188860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A932FDEF11AFBC61C7D7921F3FC4D5D8C7381B1.5947ACEFDD35A80B85755B7474C0EACB23232D57%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85caa057117bd478%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWzgoVcSzcc0L-zE_2j_z-zXJj0E&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://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85caa057117bd478%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330188860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A932FDEF11AFBC61C7D7921F3FC4D5D8C7381B1.5947ACEFDD35A80B85755B7474C0EACB23232D57%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85caa057117bd478%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWzgoVcSzcc0L-zE_2j_z-zXJj0E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-7076242585748756594?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=85caa057117bd478&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/7076242585748756594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=7076242585748756594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/7076242585748756594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/7076242585748756594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/01/prepin-for-new-desert-seaon.html' title='Prepin&apos; for the New Desert Season'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751165517599037936.post-741829170821364520</id><published>2008-01-14T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:31:02.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R4vLBfi61HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d6Bf3SYQT9I/s1600-h/New+Years+Resolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155437424963933298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R4vLBfi61HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d6Bf3SYQT9I/s320/New+Years+Resolution.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start off the new year well, I'm made my lil' diddy of new year resolutions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The classic: loose weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Don't be so stubborn and learn when NOT to argue... right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Complete the WHOLE dang desert racing season and place in at least one race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Run a 1/2 marathon (13 miles) down Ogden Canyon in May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Run the Breast Cancer 5k in May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ride the Antelope Island Midnight Bike Ride in May (30 miles at midnight, I think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Complete the back yard landscaping - quite the lofty goal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Learn AutoCAD better for work and sell 2 homes on the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Learn how to cook Prime Rib better. Grrr, prime rib and chicken fried steak. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's funny, mostly, I just want to "be ontop of things" on a daily basis - ya know, wake up on-time, clothes ironed, to work on-time, eat healthy and cook great meals, money in the bank, vacations planned, presents mailed on birthdays, fuel in the car... the usual. Seems like life just gets so crazy busy - and the time we do have isn't always spent so well. I wish I could take all the hours I've poorly spent and re-focus them into hours spent writting a novel or organizing a college charity fund for Foster kids.... but if I can just "get on-top" this year, then maybe next year will lend itself to more "lofty" goals and aspirations. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751165517599037936-741829170821364520?l=christieandchris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/feeds/741829170821364520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751165517599037936&amp;postID=741829170821364520' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/741829170821364520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751165517599037936/posts/default/741829170821364520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieandchris.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-new-years-resolutions.html' title='2008 New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>Chris Pease &amp;amp; Christie Wilkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07699291123576400137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R8Tu2aGvUUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7dKi557lx5E/S220/DSC_0117.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b94lseUaDM0/R4vLBfi61HI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d6Bf3SYQT9I/s72-c/New+Years+Resolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
