tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41919992556758479622024-03-05T06:33:15.007-08:00The Hull Familydan and gabbyGabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-64388678786716351972013-04-23T10:43:00.000-07:002013-04-23T10:43:09.065-07:00First Date<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a gentleman...<br />Opening her car door to <br />seat her in the minivan..</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">right next to his baby brother.<br />(I was in the driver's seat <br />and her mother was in the front passenger seat. <br />Emma and Joshua were in the back.)</td></tr>
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<br />Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-63322215354725410362013-04-07T20:36:00.001-07:002013-04-07T20:36:56.828-07:00Her Easter Dress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-77227780412000873612012-12-31T23:22:00.000-08:002012-12-31T23:22:23.085-08:002012Here's a <i>very</i> brief recap:<br />
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We moved into a new house in January. We feel blessed to be here and know that we were led to this home. We love having a yard for our family!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taiki stayed with us for a month. He is from Japan. <br />We had an amazing experience!<br />Thank you, Taiki!<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jacob and his Cub Scout Rocket Derby</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jacob and his cardboard creation</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The preferred pastime: playing in the mud.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emma after a mud bath</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">15 years?! I can't believe it...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousin Kyle turned 15 in August and Brandon in April<br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Evan is 1!!!!!!<br /></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joshua wanted to wear his Sunday clothes for school pictures.<br />He's in 1st grade. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scarecrow Day!<br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emma wasn't too happy to see Hulk</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But that didn't stop me from taking pictures....<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blake jumped out of a tree and landed on his arm. It broke.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Hulls joined us for Thanksgiving!<br />David and Maralynne and family and Sam and Olliviah</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jonathan entertaining Evan while we're making dinner</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dan took Brandon driving.....let's quickly move on....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Raking leaves</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blake, Jacob, and Joshua are playing basketball.<br />Joshua had fun with his shadow while we waited for <br />Jacob to be done with his practice. </td></tr>
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<br />Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-26704892128619440922012-06-12T19:14:00.000-07:002012-08-13T22:20:04.161-07:00summer vacationBrandon has been out of school for a week now and the other boys will get out tomorrow. I am looking forward to having them all home. It seems like the last week or two of school are always full of final projects and deadlines. I am eagerly awaiting the lazy days of summer. (Really, I'm just looking for a reason to justify my desires to be lazy.) <br />
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I would like this summer to be a memorable summer. It makes me sad to think that Brandon has just a few summer vacations at home before he goes to college!!<br />
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So, this summer I plan to be Happy Mom, Kind Mom, Reading Mom, Eagle Scout Project Mom, Cub Scouting Mom, and Crafty Mom. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(I may even be Cooking Mom and not just Cereal and Sandwich Mom.)</span><br />
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We are also looking forward to having a foreign exchange student from Japan this summer. He is a 13 year old boy who enjoys science, trains, and table tennis. He'll be here for a month and we are looking forward to having him here. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-24209942127844950732012-04-03T07:50:00.002-07:002012-04-03T08:24:02.283-07:00Hello!We've had so much going on that it's been hard to sit and write. I have tried several times but so much has happened that it's hard to know where to start. <br /><br />Since I last wrote we:<br />bought a house<br />bought a car<br />attended Dan's brother's wedding<br />visited with family<br />packed<br />prepared school projects<br />pack some more<br />celebrated Christmas<br />took lots of trips to DI<br />made a food storage inventory list<br />watched as many people helped us move and unpack and setup a new home<br />felt humbled as we benefited from people's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">generosity</span><br />attended a niece's baptism in Yuma<br />tried to potty train Emma<br />have hosted family and friends<br />all while trying to savor every moment with our sweet little Evan.<br /><br />It's been good. I still don't feel "normal" and my brain really isn't working like it used to but I am finally seeing some light. <br /><br />Oh, and my 5 year old taught me to play chess! It's taken me 37 years but I finally learned. <br /><br />I look forward to blogging some more...Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-68971882734152902222011-11-17T09:35:00.000-08:002011-11-17T09:48:03.099-08:00He's Here....<div align="center">Evan Grant Hull was born October 5, 2011. </div><br /><div align="center">He was 7 pounds 11 ounces and 20 and 1/2 inches long. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">He has been such a sweet little baby. I had forgotten the amazing spirit these little babies bring with them. We are all doing well and we're so thankful for his safe arrival.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>For pictures of Evan go </strong></span><a href="http://feelingthephoto.blogspot.com/2011/11/baby-evan.html"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>here</strong></span></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span> </strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Pictures by the talented </span><a href="http://www.ericasbloggityblog.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">Erica Grover</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">)</span></div>Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-43844722471643137522011-10-03T14:07:00.000-07:002011-10-03T14:19:38.096-07:00Nesting....Nothing says "I'm ready for this baby" better than organizing all your sheet music. Because when this baby is born he will want to know if he's coming to a home that has organized music. I mean, what if the wants to play <em>He's a Pirate</em> and it's not in the "H" folder? If it's not organized he may rethink this entire thing. <br /><br />If he's not satisfied with the sheet music then I can show him the newly organized toy closet. And the office supply cabinet. And my recipe shelf. Then he'll know he lucked out in coming to our family.Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-45545040184313030652011-06-28T19:10:00.000-07:002011-06-28T20:37:35.422-07:00Will You Marry Me?He asked me and I said yes. Actually I said, "Are you serious?" And then I started laughing. I asked him,"Are you sure?" And he said, "Yes." Then I said yes.<br /><br />Then three months later, on June 28, 1996, we entered the San Diego Temple to be married for time and all eternity. That was 15 years ago and I still can't believe that I got to marry the man of my dreams.<br /><br />It all started in Provo. I first saw Dan in December 1995. I remember thinking that he was really cute. His oldest brother was in my ward and Dan had just gotten off his mission and was there with another brother who would be entering the MTC that week. I wasn't sure which brother was the 19-year-old.<br /><br />Then on the first day of Winter semester I headed over to an apartment in my ward to meet my new FHE co-chair and guess who was just coming home from playing basketball. I introduced myself and told him I was looking for his roommate. He wasn't home but Dan and I started talking. He told me he had just gotten home from his mission. I thought,"Oh good, he's not 19" and then I asked him where he had served and he said Barcelona, Spain and then I thought, "Oh good, he speaks Spanish!!"<br /><br /><br />We talked for a little bit longer and it turned out that he was companions with a guy I knew from Yuma. When I got back to my apartment I told my roommates, "Today I met the boy I'm going to marry. I'm going to marry Dan Hull."<br /><br /><br />We went ice skating for our first date and it was perfect. We had to hold hands. We had to stay close to each other. And when he turned around and noticed that I had fallen, he came back and sat on the ice with me until I was ready to get up. I knew he was the one for me.<br /><br /><br />Looking back now, I know we had absolutely no idea what we were getting ourselves into. We just had faith that if we kept the commandments and our covenants we would be able to face whatever came our way. And now moving forward, we really have no idea what lies ahead. We just know that if we have faith and keep our covenants we will be able to face whatever may come.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623478506510718818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhORdjAan_jDnnROSZvhFWBSiTUXU3yCdf7BTDeLOffF0hIAlDNaDnlcGCC6TkxSd74hIdS06Ul9hQlrbZ3AbB0pTHWdMUmEV0j0VE9vuVULEpJCKWzm8TpzfwqnvsJlQ3qjzEOBWQz8lA/s320/wedding+picture.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(I know the quality of this picture is terrible but it was the only way I could get it on here. My new camera isn't loading up onto this laptop and our scanner is broken. So I took a picture of my picture using my camera then I took a picture of the playback screen using my cheap phone camera because I couldn't get a clear picture otherwise then I emailed that picture of a picture of a picture and uploaded it here on this humble blog....did you follow that? I didn't.....)</span></div>Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-24788335734614791632011-06-06T17:36:00.000-07:002011-06-06T17:41:24.659-07:00It's a.....BOY!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />(so much for my strong feelings of this being a girl.....)Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-31949194638589046112011-03-31T12:36:00.000-07:002011-03-31T12:37:18.928-07:00ConfessionI just bought reading glasses at the 99 Cent store.Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-16968690680499582042011-03-07T14:11:00.000-08:002011-03-07T14:36:07.705-08:00EventfulA few notable milestones our family has/will experience:<br /><br /> Blake turned 12 and received the <a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/aaronic-priesthood?lang=eng">Aaronic Priesthood</a>. Like his older brother, he completed reading the <a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/gs/canon?lang=eng">Standard Works </a>before he turned 12. <br /><br /> Jacob will turn 8 and be <a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/baptism?lang=eng">baptized</a>. <br /><br />Brandon will turn 14. Fourteen!!! He will now be able to attend Youth Conferences and Youth Dances!! He will also be attending high school and <a href="http://seminary.lds.org/">early-morning seminary</a> this fall. High School!!! Seminary!!!!! <br /><br />Joshua will be turning 5 and will attend kindergarten this fall. This means I will be alone with Emma. After having Brandon home for two years, our home will seem too quiet. But not for long....<br /><br />If all goes well, we will welcome our 6th baby this fall. We are excited and look forward to this new addition. <span style="font-size:85%;">I feel blessed to not be as nauseated with this pregnancy as I have been with the others. The fact that I can actually keep food down is huge (and so is this waistline of mine..but that's OK..). </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br />We are excited for the blessings of this year!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-74917628496343936462011-03-01T19:39:00.000-08:002011-03-01T19:43:43.841-08:00FoundI found one phone today!<br /><br />Don't ask me where it was.<br /><br />OK...I'll tell you.<br /><br />But please don't judge.<br />.<br />It was at the foot of Jacob's bed.<br /><br />Hiding in a pile of blankets and toys and a sleeping bag.<br /><br />I guess it's been a while since I've made his bed.<br /><br />One more to go........Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-4746955534357523752011-02-21T16:13:00.000-08:002011-02-21T16:22:36.301-08:00Reward<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSnnX4g_t6-k_8i0BISwahBN6-OvIEc7unVJtuLgJbrQ5iHZMetc5KbEdhwqIuKNZdFhQsgXoaximlEUGhw_ohKxUq6alZebdasdOiozvzECykMiFCEOcYM2ST8w7Jb15evz2eiy3gqA/s1600/uniden+phone.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576300629264529250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSnnX4g_t6-k_8i0BISwahBN6-OvIEc7unVJtuLgJbrQ5iHZMetc5KbEdhwqIuKNZdFhQsgXoaximlEUGhw_ohKxUq6alZebdasdOiozvzECykMiFCEOcYM2ST8w7Jb15evz2eiy3gqA/s320/uniden+phone.jpg" /></a><br />There is a $100 dollar reward </div><div align="right">for the safe return of 2 handsets.<br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">The batteries are no longer charged so we can't page them</span> <br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSnnX4g_t6-k_8i0BISwahBN6-OvIEc7unVJtuLgJbrQ5iHZMetc5KbEdhwqIuKNZdFhQsgXoaximlEUGhw_ohKxUq6alZebdasdOiozvzECykMiFCEOcYM2ST8w7Jb15evz2eiy3gqA/s1600/uniden+phone.jpg"></a>Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-26485146021380593252011-01-20T08:26:00.000-08:002011-01-20T10:15:57.598-08:00Birthday CelebrationThirty-six. 36. That's a 3 and then a 6. That's how young I am. Because from now on I will always have been younger at 36.<br /><br />So what did I do yesterday to celebrate?<br /><p>I gave myself the gift of a clean kitchen. I scrubbed the kitchen. I mean <em>really</em> scrubbed it. While everyone else was doing something they had to do, I was doing something I <em>wanted</em> to do. (Yes, I need therapy) I scrubbed the kitchen table and chairs. I even got underneath them and scrubbed the underside. The table legs are once again White and no longer Dingy-White With Remains of Dinners Gone By. <span style="font-size:78%;">(The tabletop gets wiped daily but somehow the legs get neglected) </span>I pulled out the toothbrush and green scour pad and scrubbed all baseboards and floor. I vacuumed under the fridge and stove. I smiled the entire time. </p><p>While I was scrubbing away, Dan and the boys made a yummy dinner: Trader Joes' BBQ Chicken Teriyaki and Tempura Chicken with rice and veggies. During dinner the Dan and the boys went around the table and came up with 36 things they like about me. They were very kind. They even said I was patient. </p><p>Then it was time for cake. My request? The All American Chocolate Cake from Costco. Seven layers of sugar and calories. And at 900 calories a slice, I ate two. That's right. Two. It has been more than a year since I've had a bite of that cake. <span style="font-size:78%;">And after last night, I am more than OK if it's at least 2 more years until I have another. </span></p><p>The grand finale consisted of a Wii Just Dance 2 dance-off. I am happy to report that I still hold the record. Never mind that my competitors are all under the age of 13, it still makes me happy. <span style="font-size:78%;">(We won't talk about Mario Kart...)</span></p><p>It was a great day!</p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p>Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-64774360982366494422011-01-16T21:40:00.000-08:002011-01-17T10:10:11.589-08:00The Kind of Mom I'd Like to BeIn October 2002, I was reading <a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&vgnextoid=ae20e975d2a2b010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD">The Friend </a>and came across this poem written by a 7-year-old girl.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://lds.org/Static%20Files/PDF/Magazines/Friend/English/_200/FRD_2002_1000_Oct_Complete_22970_eng.pdf">The Kind of Mom I'd Like to Be</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I'd like to be a Mary Poppins mom.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">And I'd like to be a mom of animals.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">To take care of them and draw them.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I'd like to be a mom who does everything with her kids--</div><br /><br /><div align="center">A mom who dances,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">A mom of excitement, </div><br /><br /><div align="center">A mom who loves everybody, </div><br /><br /><div align="center">A mom who forgives, </div><br /><br /><div align="center">A mom who joins her kids in any game, </div><br /><br /><div align="center">A sewing mom, </div><br /><br /><div align="center">A children's mom.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="left">The words of this sweet little girl have inspired me throughout the years. I hope I am becoming the kind of mom my children want me to be. I hope I am becoming the kind of mom my children <em>need</em> me to be. I hope I am becoming the kind of mom I covenanted to be. </div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563037743734343458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWVaV0kzokbB0wrojRyc9z6V7lDEoLVWoePToDNhEj8__ybgr1CqmwV7rrr4XXIj3T-JsoYWgN5EelkKPpZnR8PeZ9FQaaRWhjMuBZMq1KYHViA-bLyY_EWQYDyNMvsmcCwfohLFdXUV4/s320/Hull_77.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by <a href="http://www.holdsworthphotography.com/">Megan Holdsworth</a></span></p>Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-63760145200113901802011-01-03T14:46:00.000-08:002011-01-03T16:12:55.235-08:00Paper, Pictures, and Sunday ShoesI am starting this year with three very specific goals. It is the third day and I am still trying to figure out how I will best accomplish this. I know there will be adjustments along the way but I am determined to implement a system that will allow me to accomplish this year's goals. Your suggestions are welcomed.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">1. Paper</span><br />Bills. Ads. Junk mail. Regular Mail. Receipts. I don't like it. I have a desk where most papers get placed. I have every intention of getting to it but then something almost always happens.....Life. It then takes about a month until the final paper has been shredded, filed, or thrown away. By then another month's worth of papers have already piled on. I will develop a system to deal with all the paper that comes into our home.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">2. Pictures</span><br />Delete. Upload. Print. This is the year I will place our family pictures in a photo album. I'm not even talking about scrapbooking. I am talking about just a plain leather Costco-special photo album. Maybe upload a photobook. Something. Anything. I just want them out so that our children will enjoy them.<br /><br />And last but not least,<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">3. Sunday Shoes<br /></span><br />I want all Sunday shoes, socks, suits, white shirts, ties, dresses, hair bows, diaper bag, nursery bag, Branch President mail, etc. in its place on SATURDAY!!!!!! I will not spend another Sunday looking for one missing sock or shoe or tie or anything.<br /><br />Here is a small glimpse into our peaceful Sabbath morning (soft Sunday music playing in the background):<br />Dan has already ironed white shirts on Saturday. For this I am thankful. He helps as much as he can before he has to leave for his meetings.<br /><br />Then all chaos breaks loose. Where is the missing sock? Has anybody seen Jacob's tie? It was right here a minute ago. Joshua, where are your pants? Why are they not on? Where is Emma's other shoe? Why isn't anything where it should be? Who is your mother and does she know your room looks like this?<br /><br />I'm done. I'm almost 36. I should have this all figured out by now, right? This is the year when habits will be created. Habits that will help create a little less stress. I want to more fully enjoy the blessings of an orderly home and I want my children to enjoy the blessing of a less crazy mother.<br /><br />This is the year...Why not?Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-60586197781019651562010-12-23T12:50:00.000-08:002010-12-23T13:47:32.152-08:00Merry ChristmasLittle House on the Prairie. Perhaps no other television show brings back such fond childhood memories. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Except for <em>Emmet Otter's Jugband Christmas</em> :)</span> </span><br /><br />We just finished watching <em>Christmas at Plum Creek</em> from season 1 and was reminded why I love this series.<br />I love the sacrifice each family member made to give a gift from the heart.<br />I love the simplicity of Charles' explanation to Carrie of what Christmas is.<br />I cried when Caroline opened the box and saw the stove.<br /><br />So, here's wishing you your own Plum Creek Christmas.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><a href="http://lds.org/topic/christmas/">Merry Christmas!!</a></span>Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-76706538311939451062010-11-15T10:37:00.000-08:002010-11-15T11:36:25.350-08:00Yay!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJE490C3WM7aw8iR6ITYX2TqcUIzRxg3l_X7hbxXXoADL4eSiv7jRYGiW7i5HQBCCyqjYTpN_UvIAEL85ls5dnBYblTGoqrt8z8BorOA41_wnDvcqicq_xIz1dWc96xV900TiVbcZBTXI/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539862587443829890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJE490C3WM7aw8iR6ITYX2TqcUIzRxg3l_X7hbxXXoADL4eSiv7jRYGiW7i5HQBCCyqjYTpN_UvIAEL85ls5dnBYblTGoqrt8z8BorOA41_wnDvcqicq_xIz1dWc96xV900TiVbcZBTXI/s320/1.jpg" /></a><br /><div>After running for 2 hours and 23 minutes, we crossed the finish line.<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhJ-NvEvyBLOi8LyYNdTbUQUrcXaGCEQbsN3y882yX4B8YFIXlQ93sUkgPiBLihy_Kkj67rHw-w9qZ8VhySjz__0_n0bg8eAnm0RtOZem2RHxc5CB0G0pAWdRFFYhURRqH7hXjSFjpAs/s1600/2010-11-13_10-05-10_179%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539848179967813522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhJ-NvEvyBLOi8LyYNdTbUQUrcXaGCEQbsN3y882yX4B8YFIXlQ93sUkgPiBLihy_Kkj67rHw-w9qZ8VhySjz__0_n0bg8eAnm0RtOZem2RHxc5CB0G0pAWdRFFYhURRqH7hXjSFjpAs/s320/2010-11-13_10-05-10_179%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div></div>Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-69421765749715322562010-10-15T10:40:00.000-07:002010-10-15T11:37:14.990-07:00"2010-Why Not" Revisited<a href="http://danandgabby.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-why-not.html">Why not?</a> It seemed like a simple enough question, until I tried to answer it. And so it began...<br /><br />I started the year with three very specific goals:<br />1. Continue with a healthy eating and exercise plan and not become frustrated if the scale didn't budge<br />2. Regardless of what I looked like, we would take family pictures with the talented <a href="http://www.holdsworthphotographyblog.com/">Megan Holdsworth</a><br />3. Run a half-marathon (13.1 miles seemed much better than 26.2 miles)<br /><br /><br />Update:<br />1. I will always be working on this one<br />2. We took <a href="http://holdsworthphotography.com/hull/">family pictures </a>with Megan. (Thank you, Megan!!)<br />3. I have paid the registration fee to run a half-marathon in my hometown on Nov. 13. I have been following a training schedule and I intend on crossing that finish line. <br /><br />I'll let you know how it ends.....Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-35896086036266522252010-08-14T22:20:00.000-07:002010-08-14T23:20:39.418-07:00Who Am I Kidding?This afternoon I did something I had been dreading. I cleaned out my sewing/craft closet.<br /><br />Why was I still holding on to scrapbooking journaling templates from 1998? If I haven't finished my Felt Christmas Wreath from 2006 (is that when we made them, Edna?) chances are I'm not going to finish it for 2010. And Ericka, why did you let me take <em>your</em> unfinished baby blanket? Remember, the one we spent <em>hours</em> trying to design a "random" pattern for? The one you wanted to make for your now 9-year-old son?<br /><br />Last year I bought a "Learn to Crochet" kit because I was going to make a scarf. Will I ever crochet scarves for my family? Will my children ever wake up on a cold Christmas morning to find a specially crocheted scarf in their stockings? No. Why had I felt it was necessary to add to my Things You Don't Really Have Time To Do List? And if I really did have the time, would I want to spend it crocheting? No. I wouldn't. <br /><br />I'm deteremined not to buy one more crafty thing. At least not until I have sewn the 5 quilts I have fabric for, made my year's supply of cards, sewn the dresses I bought patterns for, and hemmed my pants.Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-18750756513715950972010-07-19T15:38:00.000-07:002010-07-19T18:59:47.744-07:00June 2010<div align="center">June brought the end of the school year, visitors, Emma's 1st birthday, a pioneer trek, a trip to Yuma, and an anniversary.<br /><br /><br />Blake graduated from elementary school and will be attending Middle School next year. </div><div align="center">Way to go! </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495761165414126082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPESqgqlYGs1BWjOzQV7FpGsi-aVXr2lN6ZdSCvXyXq6UPNT0YZPe9TnmrEm9fvCgA2Ma9siwwQvVjObqE-1eHu1STgfnvkSvK99U1_qOA3N1g0EURlLyhBj3-p0_mMmQDfQVUiC9FBlA/s320/Blake+graduation.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />We had the great pleasure of having our friends stay several days with us. Brandon and Michelle have been our friends since our BYU days. We met just a few weeks after we each got married and we left Utah when we each had two children. </div><div align="center">Now we each have 5 and even though we have lived hundreds of miles apart and I have only seen her once in the last 10 years we have always been able to pick up right where we left off. </div><div align="center">I am so thankful for good friends who love to live the gospel. </div><div align="center">They have been a tremendous source of inspiration. </div><div align="center">We love you guys!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495761168468133058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCwtwZVtUcX8upOavqoHfmmvNKbv3pQIn8G8KlbdVQ1VYv4Zk-gOx9EnG2i3i1bKdSXtHocFjppmfshcbgjMWD-gBwMmGBKQuFZVpiNiDdWzwx67fvruSVhrXJDdoxE_gikUpg4-gICc0/s320/P6120703.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><br />On June 4, our branch had the privilege of hosting a dinner for Sister Silvia Allred of the General Relief Society Presidency. Before she left for the airport on Saturday, I got to have lunch with her and 6 other people. I am grateful for her kindness and for the tender words she spoke. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495761157062017266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAbYHhVW9-NQxrvlyZREwR5bk5Oz8HB4M-PgekS-QhHWGlCmcIX97rrAzSVMjNp2FitziWKdibBhLJjO9l9T-hh3nC-BcWwm_V2Sw7HJYMQKDco889zPnx5s9r_OUR2QKdjZYyj-6WNA4/s320/Sister+Allred.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Can you believe Emma is a year? </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(How sad is it that she doesn't even get her own post? Almost as sad as the fact that her only present was a car seat. How's that for practicality? It was pink, though.) </span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">We love this sweet little girl!! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495762255873107426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6pwKeguqAX2eQjQ2yxXeAKnps81KbaG8mWpazLNC373fm1CPAqBan2p1nr6woUU6paavBAugKtqg_rAclyGj7ey7RAtUNtV1Sqyb3dr0uiH7Q4XByUZllVjtg4mle_qR1YHdLtIr-I8/s320/P6130718.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495799098107828882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNMjR4BhQsmowhLu2ztBfvBq4iVXP7WS10noi8OD339oKVgLVtcMQZzDwS1LP7jPZ35bajjGo3lTgPCSNf-9SNZLB0_IUkuBLGZDEoY_Pimtroq85r8vicm4F30cW4P5vMe3H0uNvxpE/s320/P6130720.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495799105971387634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLlL7LTek4dATCd3GkckkiENqjW3HBDZ_jCrG94ANcLya7md7lCMaynYuHN75cklngUVelyiZ_kLUBWrLlm4hN4Ob7PFQRJNPWgVU48rbp76I1olrwDqoIfvO1kTgVr0l6qZM_04cqhZw/s320/P6130721.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495762228513295442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguG38eEhWiChJaL9OKywK5OWTu7e49Dq2RXxDTYpKaEPeftPZDUBVA9dOTDXLsEVnLNAUDjGvzAOI23TiyQJd3f1dn5vftfnlLUpQtZ7pRYHJhxPX0dlgUosdmdvE4mTRgh_XjldWf4iM/s320/P6130726.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495762236404022386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijXTnDnVf1euo92VGJYqs9nZbM_g1wVngmyN-3nillT60zLoz0pd8gD4eQ5x-LuhOLG8bRNji5ECFeQKgVN8lR56CSmvkEpgPDEVjngJV1d65m-wQIMUJnsShh8P7PEOqGfGa7Nmm_lDk/s320/P6130730.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495761182559879714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaVJugT01AVrXyiLygMFdSkcX_wtxqNsNHM87evP86pfEokY-xtZG3LRMMwSa4aEvxss-l7PnipmZKtci4gXr_Q8pthqtZssbOvoFoOp7uEKMdh4Y9tMcaNNL6NCDtjCzkZpo2vLlfWNQ/s320/emma.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">On June 18, our family was able to participate in a youth pioneer trek. We were asked to portray a pioneer family digging a grave for the burial of a child. Yes, I cried. I cried when we were asked to do it. I cried each time the different companies came by. I couldn't help but think of our own pioneer ancestors and the hardships they experienced as they pushed handcarts. And I cried as I thought of dear friends who have had to bury two of their children. I am thankful for the gospel and that because of the priesthood, families are bound by a power that is eternal. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495763816894565202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2l1JHMk4KSVGkQMmfl6bvvgHJE0L-4yYH_TPzxQ_8t26xcqErNDUemwNY37bhS9f8MLyKRlOjcBoDajjyoAc9l_g2-WVIankxIcirzHT-O9NtW0dD5QVIh7ixk81iQiF3ad2EqbWyh0/s320/P6180745.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495794044036061458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpukIXzAg2IDZl2FkiZGLx9vMcdnb8-9gaTY7JjuFowLlwcQP-DLs-c98ulxeSLPCDBOoURyX-xHHKM_iIF90TmMYXQ31D_N5SVBIIS4Dy5Wp0EcEwe55a1zBQ85nv8oI9CW4i4Pd85EI/s320/pioneer2.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495790243148510018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnkE3MwWpUC3nKG5tLly6Sa2v3Ak0zFpWI95WpWmYGRyYIU90ciFn8E5iKrQZ99NWuywbd2dlT11rqN4N5Um8cj7eQr9TYvbSDCS9_toKB6wZpK5E_ge32P1LAAnf9JNaxh9rbUtKnNY/s320/pioneer.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495763822037043938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzqXEYFfRO248O64vzOLd8E7Ax-NZBmZigi5GZKkpDegFPRj7XPw0w6KnIs1TQx6dAsPk5dvys6w1azIuOAnBTeVT21NncOSxoobGOjll3iqnysCUjhGkcoKxuVt89JQBaw4An3Ty9dKc/s320/P6180748.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495763812047616034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMHUTal0YJ6e83sr_tJs7ZV-AvO2aSyW-loG624rOSa33kMbiPICHSIp_cXrb5zKxReHXS2lywqWojaBdn5aKDawTWkPmTvWNR3RckN541OufCcaHoJNKl0s2d2Hk3pJPibDwTQeO2WYI/s320/P6180738.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaSRnpTgvrl_sNYn8K7SpZxuquMZcJVGdJunvi9CmHrrJQ5dsaakbEmLdT8JjrbxGb3o5MN5FGItiLSmjR6xa8teI6M5IgZFH50iQQsgXy3SNChuhruH3bsqAl7fo3KC4NBh7U5ow09X4/s1600/P6180736.JPG"></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center">We also had cousin Rachel come stay with us. We wish she would have stayed longer and look forward to visiting with her and the rest of the family at the reunion. </div><div align="center">We also went to Disneyland a few times. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The end of the month found us in a car driving the 3 1/2 hour trip to Yuma. </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495762262037599858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZuNomPSTEYyYBmdFFeHTbDK8Ae9hxuKxZ2GEU_JLeHlEHq5BmKu0PXVxzXOFpvX5GUko19mR7nB3zs1suGG3rUGTqBB7noRd6WAIlLUpbrsTOpz2sDrKMigkQj3n49N8OFg_pJ5koJY/s320/carseat.jpg" /></div><br /><div align="center">We stayed at Edna's house while she and Chris went on a cruise.<br />I got to spend the week with my two adorable nieces.<br /></div>On June 28, Dan and I celebrated 14 years of wedded bliss.<br /><div align="center">It has been the best 14 years of my life. </div><div align="center">I love that man. </div></div>Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-1844559896878696742010-07-18T19:27:00.000-07:002010-07-18T21:16:59.486-07:00Yes, It's HotI know this is not a weather blog, but I am taking it upon myself to inform those who may not know that it is hot here. And do you know what makes it worse? Not having an air conditioner that works. And you know what that means? It means our windows are open. And that means the neighbors can hear everything. And that means I can't yell. And that makes me want to scream.Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-78824674250837727372010-05-23T22:40:00.000-07:002010-05-23T23:06:15.754-07:00A Visit from Grandmaand Bill and Sam. <br /><div align="center">We really enjoyed having Dan's mom and 2 of his brothers come visit us last weekend. I don't think we could have crammed more into a 24 hour period. After 2 baseball games, Ann and I canned 32 pints of chicken while Dan and Bill built shelves in our master bedroom closet. I love them!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474708380216960802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOuvHvv9ph5sl_sZm83JBNHMlRrH9XvY49Y1vitv-m0L4NaeYtu4k3RamnOM1gjRQG5aIuiI4jF6MHHBgqYhByQ8dSqL1B5OrbtU8RWf85ww2EXqtR-XdD824HCFa0O8m-RB44lA4Grs/s320/May+16,+2010.jpg" />Sunday was a special day and it was so nice to feel the support of family. It has been 2 years since Dan's father's passing and it was so nice to feel his influence during the weekend. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My parents, Karla, Ericka and Paul and their children came as well. (Sorry, no pictures of them!) Thank you for all you do! </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCKg5DV2ZTvfCJ3PJEcCnS_2DGjSVbhsu17m3CBnMSA3X8OayjgW_cc-jrU4g6zBuB1dEcNegTNjpii85bdixoFehsBZ8-DPVCYQM4hbHRQov3D56o-68m-_lllWRw9sWosQLNNa5SlQ/s1600/dan+hull+family.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474708391956125218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFCKg5DV2ZTvfCJ3PJEcCnS_2DGjSVbhsu17m3CBnMSA3X8OayjgW_cc-jrU4g6zBuB1dEcNegTNjpii85bdixoFehsBZ8-DPVCYQM4hbHRQov3D56o-68m-_lllWRw9sWosQLNNa5SlQ/s320/dan+hull+family.jpg" /></a></div>Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4191999255675847962.post-28458026766586023892010-04-20T15:52:00.000-07:002010-04-20T15:59:17.975-07:00Pythagorean Theorem<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-CIFUpJcWvFd05i8nbZqhhWAsuyuYutTMimtOFMl3f-OZYSeqhUzZjm-3dRgYTdifjawd-8SwcD2BJNFyRtQoOfMgmFqkD9bTqXf4FfeNFWfOTBS0WdSU2aBXAMVUcBbGoQDxeXj-Vw/s1600/220px-Pythagorean_svg.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462357964274856578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-CIFUpJcWvFd05i8nbZqhhWAsuyuYutTMimtOFMl3f-OZYSeqhUzZjm-3dRgYTdifjawd-8SwcD2BJNFyRtQoOfMgmFqkD9bTqXf4FfeNFWfOTBS0WdSU2aBXAMVUcBbGoQDxeXj-Vw/s320/220px-Pythagorean_svg.png" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#003333;">That was today's math lesson. When was the last time you heard that!?? It brought back so many memories of Mr. Butcher's geometry class. Tomorrow's class: Irrational numbers.</span></div>Gabriela Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07906170154356234265noreply@blogger.com2