<?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-1370133599757831849</id><updated>2011-11-10T20:58:27.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan + Hannah = Two Kids in Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-6280571255952879215</id><published>2011-07-18T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T18:13:21.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ry Guy</title><content type='html'>This post is an Ode to my love. It was Ryan's birthday on July 14th, the big 25.. and so babe, this one is for you. (If you are reading this and are not my husband, you may want to have the barf bag ready, as there may be some mushy material ahead, or possibly some things you would rather not have known.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my list is somewhat endless, here are just a few reasons why I love Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwBixJR-LfY/TiTN3hUUXKI/AAAAAAAABhU/Zw573LeYD4s/s1600/IMG_1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwBixJR-LfY/TiTN3hUUXKI/AAAAAAAABhU/Zw573LeYD4s/s400/IMG_1847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630851787840052386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ryan tickles my back sometimes in the middle of the night for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He insists that I buy fruit snacks and puts a handful in my purse every Sunday. I never know they are there until I hear the crinkling of wrappers in the middle of a boring talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If super mario had toes, they would be Ryan's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Not only does he look/act like a little kid, but it takes me at least 20 minutes and a couple of my famous good morning songs to get him out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZPXhROqTFs/TiTQpQRztcI/AAAAAAAABiU/PpwEe5IyzUM/s1600/IMG_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZPXhROqTFs/TiTQpQRztcI/AAAAAAAABiU/PpwEe5IyzUM/s400/IMG_1851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630854841282835906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*On the contrary, he wakes up at the crack of dawn every Saturday morning to watch cartoons... the funny part is that we don't have TV so he watches them on hulu.com or Netflix (which they are available 24 hours a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He laughs at my jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gy-fArjjaiA/TiTR23nKKCI/AAAAAAAABis/MNXMHE4MXnI/s1600/IMG_1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gy-fArjjaiA/TiTR23nKKCI/AAAAAAAABis/MNXMHE4MXnI/s400/IMG_1891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630856174691297314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He doesn't laugh at my dance moves, but will automatically come up with an even worse dance move, which then turns into a goodrich dance party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRKly-78pWc/TiTXblMAHFI/AAAAAAAABkE/zFWyv-_ZOig/s1600/n589665060_6189310_2718503%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pRKly-78pWc/TiTXblMAHFI/AAAAAAAABkE/zFWyv-_ZOig/s400/n589665060_6189310_2718503%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630862302958853202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This sometimes happens in the aisles at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ryan takes safety seriously...sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-qMuQJhY84/TiTOO2IU2qI/AAAAAAAABhc/vvSKpVIzrQI/s1600/IMG_2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-qMuQJhY84/TiTOO2IU2qI/AAAAAAAABhc/vvSKpVIzrQI/s400/IMG_2335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630852188563888802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ryan is easily entertained...and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FS94jzC4Sqo/TiTKuYe4BfI/AAAAAAAABg8/0NJAxWEPYh0/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FS94jzC4Sqo/TiTKuYe4BfI/AAAAAAAABg8/0NJAxWEPYh0/s400/IMG_2339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630848332314707442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He kisses me goodbye every morning, even if I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He says things like "Jolly Christmas" and "Hen scratching mother lovin" in lieu of swear words...most times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVIu4MNEztM/TiTRW9P1DoI/AAAAAAAABik/-U3fwsHZ0l0/s1600/IMG_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVIu4MNEztM/TiTRW9P1DoI/AAAAAAAABik/-U3fwsHZ0l0/s400/IMG_1808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630855626448244354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He lets me paint his toenails and do his hair when we are bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHbRMD-mS50/TiTJRETtIDI/AAAAAAAABgk/euebqKtz_zU/s1600/IMG_2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHbRMD-mS50/TiTJRETtIDI/AAAAAAAABgk/euebqKtz_zU/s400/IMG_2372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630846729171312690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u2maDXWWscQ/TiTJfhsQY1I/AAAAAAAABgs/kAXaMt-hzWI/s1600/IMG_2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u2maDXWWscQ/TiTJfhsQY1I/AAAAAAAABgs/kAXaMt-hzWI/s400/IMG_2373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630846977577083730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He cried the day before we got married because he didn't want to leave his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He invents weird food like pickle sushi, which is actually quite fantastic. (this is not pickle sushi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmuZtC7s2XU/TiTOhfDjbzI/AAAAAAAABhk/fdutnET66KA/s1600/IMG_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmuZtC7s2XU/TiTOhfDjbzI/AAAAAAAABhk/fdutnET66KA/s400/IMG_1698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630852508787371826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He lets me pick his zits sometimes as long as he is playing a video game simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-RSkiCJNrs/TiTSetJQ2GI/AAAAAAAABi8/B6f2eP9FzE8/s1600/IMG_1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-RSkiCJNrs/TiTSetJQ2GI/AAAAAAAABi8/B6f2eP9FzE8/s400/IMG_1942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630856859076319330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ryan is deathly afraid of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMNFVr4FVAc/TiTS_QGjTrI/AAAAAAAABjE/xbbTxMyo4F0/s1600/IMG_2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lMNFVr4FVAc/TiTS_QGjTrI/AAAAAAAABjE/xbbTxMyo4F0/s400/IMG_2366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630857418216001202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ryan has every episode ever made of Thundercats. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He has nice legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lkG8Q1KomvY/TiTVeb-OyHI/AAAAAAAABj0/-TsVALB9iW4/s1600/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lkG8Q1KomvY/TiTVeb-OyHI/AAAAAAAABj0/-TsVALB9iW4/s400/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630860153001527410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We have the same distorted and disturbing taste in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2fEk7DvBzo/TiTOzmyQ-YI/AAAAAAAABhs/_z9J2DCaNb8/s1600/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2fEk7DvBzo/TiTOzmyQ-YI/AAAAAAAABhs/_z9J2DCaNb8/s400/IMG_1541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630852820099987842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He has read more books than me...for fun! Ok he actually listens to more books than he reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He rocks the Mullet so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vKgj2H5KuQM/TiTZ3wSAt5I/AAAAAAAABkU/iCFBP1KqqLY/s1600/IMG_2029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vKgj2H5KuQM/TiTZ3wSAt5I/AAAAAAAABkU/iCFBP1KqqLY/s400/IMG_2029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630864985996441490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He gags every time he brushes his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bH0QEPD8-NQ/TiTTfCpwRoI/AAAAAAAABjM/VOtGdWLwNDk/s1600/IMG_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bH0QEPD8-NQ/TiTTfCpwRoI/AAAAAAAABjM/VOtGdWLwNDk/s400/IMG_2358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630857964361369218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He cooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKu723YSd5Y/TiTQWFU-M_I/AAAAAAAABiM/7COi9XTgyNI/s1600/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKu723YSd5Y/TiTQWFU-M_I/AAAAAAAABiM/7COi9XTgyNI/s400/IMG_1852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630854511925801970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He easily socializes with the video game/trekkie/dungeons and dragons/everything nerdy ever created kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XN5O3MHt2wQ/TiTSLAzUXmI/AAAAAAAABi0/l62ynv8XcWg/s1600/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XN5O3MHt2wQ/TiTSLAzUXmI/AAAAAAAABi0/l62ynv8XcWg/s400/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630856520755600994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It takes him nearly 20 minutes to shower because of all the hair product he uses, which by the way he uses way more than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He was my very first real crush EVER in elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtMYmrSbaTI/TiTTxiCAeWI/AAAAAAAABjU/2ksj2upUSIY/s1600/IMG_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtMYmrSbaTI/TiTTxiCAeWI/AAAAAAAABjU/2ksj2upUSIY/s400/IMG_2370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630858282022238562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He has an interesting taste in music, and likes lady gaga even more than I do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nvo_g3lHTcI/TiTLukvrJ2I/AAAAAAAABhM/RvkRSLIGo9g/s1600/IMG_1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nvo_g3lHTcI/TiTLukvrJ2I/AAAAAAAABhM/RvkRSLIGo9g/s400/IMG_1699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630849435118020450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We like to look like ragamuffins together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRKxDawNX8E/TiTP9zMHg2I/AAAAAAAABiE/xqfNFJYYX8g/s1600/IMG_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRKxDawNX8E/TiTP9zMHg2I/AAAAAAAABiE/xqfNFJYYX8g/s400/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630854094739964770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He sings really loud, and makes up words to most songs but pretends like he knows what he is talking about.. Something about bannana pancakes.. la la la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He is an amazing example and a strong priesthood holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VjgiR48BvdQ/TiTLPxwVXgI/AAAAAAAABhE/SLgEHCYYEdg/s1600/IMG_1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VjgiR48BvdQ/TiTLPxwVXgI/AAAAAAAABhE/SLgEHCYYEdg/s400/IMG_1827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630848906034503170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We have way to many inside jokes, it's probably not healthy. And there's a great &lt;br /&gt;salt lake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GiqNxJLFwkQ/TiTJuN_FqCI/AAAAAAAABg0/gRvhoR3z6YI/s1600/content___media_external_images_media_53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GiqNxJLFwkQ/TiTJuN_FqCI/AAAAAAAABg0/gRvhoR3z6YI/s400/content___media_external_images_media_53.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630847229985400866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He is the most even tempered person I've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hS3db3vmMWs/TiTVxxiTnYI/AAAAAAAABj8/FZf9oiIFw9E/s1600/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hS3db3vmMWs/TiTVxxiTnYI/AAAAAAAABj8/FZf9oiIFw9E/s400/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630860485207498114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He is full of useless facts and information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Our kids will probably look like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KSTuf0ZoAPI/TiTPmtCYK6I/AAAAAAAABh8/S0Xe4vecqUM/s1600/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KSTuf0ZoAPI/TiTPmtCYK6I/AAAAAAAABh8/S0Xe4vecqUM/s400/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630853697951509410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He is happy, lighthearted, and energetic ALL of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MOcyOXwTpm4/TiTU6Uak7AI/AAAAAAAABjs/ucTDSfB-P8g/s1600/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MOcyOXwTpm4/TiTU6Uak7AI/AAAAAAAABjs/ucTDSfB-P8g/s400/IMG_1433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630859532497644546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We don't share food very well, more specifically desserts. It is a fight to the bitter end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZajcYCAVYY/TiTUCt-7hlI/AAAAAAAABjc/TRFtLR3sU8A/s1600/2581_141672040060_589665060_6189323_734139_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZajcYCAVYY/TiTUCt-7hlI/AAAAAAAABjc/TRFtLR3sU8A/s400/2581_141672040060_589665060_6189323_734139_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630858577288332882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TVYkDiPVryw/TiTUpntf43I/AAAAAAAABjk/Lqidc2nOvOU/s1600/2581_141672045060_589665060_6189324_6513568_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TVYkDiPVryw/TiTUpntf43I/AAAAAAAABjk/Lqidc2nOvOU/s400/2581_141672045060_589665060_6189324_6513568_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630859245619503986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He likes to mosh pit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gBbeLD8tRH4/TiTQ6l8EM4I/AAAAAAAABic/W0LSRqK81EM/s1600/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gBbeLD8tRH4/TiTQ6l8EM4I/AAAAAAAABic/W0LSRqK81EM/s400/IMG_1595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630855139154998146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ryan is a scary driver and kills us almost everyday. He usually says that he is disoriented by my beauty...what a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He is a really good dad to Franklin Beans and Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbjxfbRDcPo/TiTPUgw3b6I/AAAAAAAABh0/zIzl_nQ5Ktw/s1600/content___media_external_images_media_60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbjxfbRDcPo/TiTPUgw3b6I/AAAAAAAABh0/zIzl_nQ5Ktw/s400/content___media_external_images_media_60.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630853385419190178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I love Ryan. I shall call him squishy, and he shall be mine, and he shall be my squishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DmJHTsi4BnE/TiTYo0I8bxI/AAAAAAAABkM/7IHB_NmYV24/s1600/IMG_1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DmJHTsi4BnE/TiTYo0I8bxI/AAAAAAAABkM/7IHB_NmYV24/s400/IMG_1987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630863629822488338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy UNbirthday sexy man!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-6280571255952879215?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6280571255952879215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=6280571255952879215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/6280571255952879215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/6280571255952879215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/ry-guy.html' title='The Ry Guy'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwBixJR-LfY/TiTN3hUUXKI/AAAAAAAABhU/Zw573LeYD4s/s72-c/IMG_1847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-5347007295331791974</id><published>2011-05-30T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:04:02.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insidious!</title><content type='html'>in·sid·i·ous   /ɪnˈsɪdiəs/&lt;br /&gt;[in-sid-ee-uhs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. intended to entrap or beguile: an insidious plan.&lt;br /&gt;2. stealthily treacherous or deceitful: an insidious enemy.&lt;br /&gt;3. operating or proceeding in an inconspicuous or seemingly harmless way but actually with grave effect: an insidious disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, might I say that my blog is quite insidious. Slowly but surely I put it off, and then suddenly 10 months have passed and I somehow have to sum up what has happened in one torturous post. Although I do like looking through old photos, I almost forgot these things happened! Well, like you are used to.. if you are still out there somewhere just holding on to the hope that one day I will blog again.. here is a ridiculously gigantic post. But then again, it just wouldn't be my blog without them. So here goes nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS. I saw the Insidious movie, if you were wondering. It was seriously crazy town. I loved it and I hated it. I loved that it was a nice throwback to old classic horror, and the first half was incredibly scary. But then the second half happened. And it was like watching a bad "Are You Afraid of the Dark?" episode. I used to love that show, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Moved!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PP0ECKxU56c/TeQQ9E5tw8I/AAAAAAAABao/LNvxN7GeI0A/s1600/content___media_external_images_media_79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PP0ECKxU56c/TeQQ9E5tw8I/AAAAAAAABao/LNvxN7GeI0A/s400/content___media_external_images_media_79.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612629677084361666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought the most darling home in the most darling neighborhood ever and I am in love with it. This picture was taken in October when our house was changing colors :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Have BABIES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started out with Franklin Beans, our darling long haired wiener dog. We got him when he was just a baby, and he is just about the funniest dog ever. We love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50SZuhPyhxE/TeQT9AealXI/AAAAAAAABbQ/3NimiJJCsvQ/s1600/59566_10150249578860061_589665060_14631879_4880618_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50SZuhPyhxE/TeQT9AealXI/AAAAAAAABbQ/3NimiJJCsvQ/s400/59566_10150249578860061_589665060_14631879_4880618_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612632974430999922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jWzTan3gGo/TeQSYnsgJpI/AAAAAAAABaw/nee0YN0duXk/s1600/content___media_external_images_media_60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jWzTan3gGo/TeQSYnsgJpI/AAAAAAAABaw/nee0YN0duXk/s400/content___media_external_images_media_60.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612631249792280210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was a baby he used to curl around our heads at night (yes we let our dogs sleep in our bed! They are our babies!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjAhpW68IfA/TeQSyzy5YiI/AAAAAAAABa4/LI0B5Rk3djI/s1600/content___media_external_images_media_62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjAhpW68IfA/TeQSyzy5YiI/AAAAAAAABa4/LI0B5Rk3djI/s400/content___media_external_images_media_62.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612631699716923938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franklin loves to sleep on his back like a real boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiEhgL5zNCw/TeQTImdVSpI/AAAAAAAABbA/l0k0QpUUYzk/s1600/content___media_external_images_media_63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiEhgL5zNCw/TeQTImdVSpI/AAAAAAAABbA/l0k0QpUUYzk/s400/content___media_external_images_media_63.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612632074093939346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SscLTe7S-u4/TeQTaLTQZOI/AAAAAAAABbI/W-ZZYiDfEfQ/s1600/content___media_external_images_media_96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SscLTe7S-u4/TeQTaLTQZOI/AAAAAAAABbI/W-ZZYiDfEfQ/s400/content___media_external_images_media_96.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612632376041563362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we moved into our new house, Franklin started getting lonely while we were at work and gone all the time. So we adopted another long haired wiener dog named Pearl. She is 4 years old, and happens to be the chubbiest wiener dog on planet earth. She also smells like Sea World, but we love her too much anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WkJLG0UPooY/TeQUa15O9FI/AAAAAAAABbY/J93CR4z2RcA/s1600/222468_10150561483155061_589665060_18312768_417567_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WkJLG0UPooY/TeQUa15O9FI/AAAAAAAABbY/J93CR4z2RcA/s400/222468_10150561483155061_589665060_18312768_417567_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612633486986769490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lD5128_KBx8/TeQUjPWkGNI/AAAAAAAABbg/hJjK1C0ADeM/s1600/217647_10150561207840061_589665060_18308125_5146357_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lD5128_KBx8/TeQUjPWkGNI/AAAAAAAABbg/hJjK1C0ADeM/s400/217647_10150561207840061_589665060_18308125_5146357_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612633631259629778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was spent working and going to school 24-7. In our spare time we....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with moustaches (favorite picture ever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXACD-KTlw4/TeQVZ8wS5II/AAAAAAAABbo/YMaK5ahd44E/s1600/content___media_external_images_media_53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXACD-KTlw4/TeQVZ8wS5II/AAAAAAAABbo/YMaK5ahd44E/s400/content___media_external_images_media_53.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612634571160085634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-qJ3gTH4Aw/TeQV4VIw7kI/AAAAAAAABbw/pS89i3mjetY/s1600/IMG_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-qJ3gTH4Aw/TeQV4VIw7kI/AAAAAAAABbw/pS89i3mjetY/s400/IMG_1806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612635093101243970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQZzR7Sy5cc/TeQWgWOhD2I/AAAAAAAABb4/PsixOfssNC0/s1600/IMG_1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQZzR7Sy5cc/TeQWgWOhD2I/AAAAAAAABb4/PsixOfssNC0/s400/IMG_1807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612635780588572514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYeCOfDw8f0/TeQW3jodObI/AAAAAAAABcA/s48CNnCgCu4/s1600/IMG_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYeCOfDw8f0/TeQW3jodObI/AAAAAAAABcA/s48CNnCgCu4/s400/IMG_1808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612636179324025266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Samantha Jo at Nordys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXkGQnEqG5M/TeQXRm2IR8I/AAAAAAAABcI/WruKI5vkKxI/s1600/content___media_external_images_media_69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXkGQnEqG5M/TeQXRm2IR8I/AAAAAAAABcI/WruKI5vkKxI/s400/content___media_external_images_media_69.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612636626863278018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had too much fun at the Farmers Market&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-boPQDeGCYso/TeQpahER0-I/AAAAAAAABeg/OQxY2gYyN8g/s1600/47041_497006920808_729135808_6876969_8360114_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-boPQDeGCYso/TeQpahER0-I/AAAAAAAABeg/OQxY2gYyN8g/s400/47041_497006920808_729135808_6876969_8360114_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612656571140133858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--J7cGTWKx9s/TeQppg8lElI/AAAAAAAABeo/ETC99kd4ql8/s1600/47041_497006940808_729135808_6876973_7328195_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--J7cGTWKx9s/TeQppg8lElI/AAAAAAAABeo/ETC99kd4ql8/s400/47041_497006940808_729135808_6876973_7328195_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612656828805878354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed overnight in an old haunted schoolhouse near Lava Hot Springs for Ryan's Family Reunion. Just sitting on the stairs that lead to nowhere (that we found in a closet btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sVkVoebXe8U/TeQYjpwmCmI/AAAAAAAABcQ/hxnCCKDS62o/s1600/IMG_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sVkVoebXe8U/TeQYjpwmCmI/AAAAAAAABcQ/hxnCCKDS62o/s400/IMG_1762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612638036394642018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once Upon a Time, we went to Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to drive down to Las Vegas the week before Ryan's birthday and go to the North American Hairstyling Awards at Mandalay Bay. On the way down we found a petting zoo next to a gas station. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wMjFbWri8_M/TeQdiWyoUII/AAAAAAAABcY/p5rBcFGGMMQ/s1600/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wMjFbWri8_M/TeQdiWyoUII/AAAAAAAABcY/p5rBcFGGMMQ/s400/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612643511681175682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink and purple haired alpaca llama thingys liked Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W8V0DGAw-hw/TeQej9vyeHI/AAAAAAAABcg/2mXOQMmvMzU/s1600/IMG_1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W8V0DGAw-hw/TeQej9vyeHI/AAAAAAAABcg/2mXOQMmvMzU/s400/IMG_1771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612644638829738098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGO4Jq19Xvw/TeQe-gPi1WI/AAAAAAAABco/XoskKDr_Te0/s1600/IMG_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UGO4Jq19Xvw/TeQe-gPi1WI/AAAAAAAABco/XoskKDr_Te0/s400/IMG_1769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612645094766335330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHILdLIw1xA/TeQfgrXb1vI/AAAAAAAABcw/lirQaqvLk1M/s1600/IMG_1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mHILdLIw1xA/TeQfgrXb1vI/AAAAAAAABcw/lirQaqvLk1M/s400/IMG_1765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612645681867773682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nVVOAKntmSM/TeQgmz6GhII/AAAAAAAABc4/3hQmuoU7a-c/s1600/IMG_1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nVVOAKntmSM/TeQgmz6GhII/AAAAAAAABc4/3hQmuoU7a-c/s400/IMG_1766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612646886751503490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFC6lXybGmY/TeQhC8PvwVI/AAAAAAAABdA/xsUnyqb00ag/s1600/IMG_1773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFC6lXybGmY/TeQhC8PvwVI/AAAAAAAABdA/xsUnyqb00ag/s400/IMG_1773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612647370026107218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pigs liked me, and my ice cream cone... figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4peaxDRuy0Y/TeQh9ZxUJrI/AAAAAAAABdI/iP4G2gk5h3w/s1600/IMG_1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4peaxDRuy0Y/TeQh9ZxUJrI/AAAAAAAABdI/iP4G2gk5h3w/s400/IMG_1780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612648374383945394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3TRNrC03NY/TeQihMaWKdI/AAAAAAAABdQ/tz2ml_UY2W0/s1600/IMG_1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3TRNrC03NY/TeQihMaWKdI/AAAAAAAABdQ/tz2ml_UY2W0/s400/IMG_1777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612648989273237970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this... is a chicken eating an egg. That seems wrong in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bO2zuD3jB9Q/TeQjLR4HyBI/AAAAAAAABdY/Vp0RfjlWq1Q/s1600/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bO2zuD3jB9Q/TeQjLR4HyBI/AAAAAAAABdY/Vp0RfjlWq1Q/s400/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612649712294807570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only stayed for the weekend in Vegas but had a jolly good time. We tried an oxygen bar for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yrAuPC3KN-4/TeQjv0rHViI/AAAAAAAABdg/VcecKX_Dv5I/s1600/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yrAuPC3KN-4/TeQjv0rHViI/AAAAAAAABdg/VcecKX_Dv5I/s400/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612650340110784034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan looks as though there was more than oxygen coming through that tube..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7qCCKNqs6c/TeQkU9kHZVI/AAAAAAAABdo/ggBaRp170PE/s1600/IMG_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7qCCKNqs6c/TeQkU9kHZVI/AAAAAAAABdo/ggBaRp170PE/s400/IMG_1787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612650978152506706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Phantom of the Opera, which was fun but they cut soooo much out in the Las Vegas version. Only nerds like us would notice but it was a tad upsetting. We also went to Serendipity for some frozen hot chocolate yumminess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L7dW9Qxqqds/TeQlYWrVx2I/AAAAAAAABdw/WTyohZQGDcw/s1600/IMG_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L7dW9Qxqqds/TeQlYWrVx2I/AAAAAAAABdw/WTyohZQGDcw/s400/IMG_1792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612652135944931170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the NAHAs (North American Hairstyling Awards) which is like the grammys for hair people. &lt;br /&gt;Darlings from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ryYG0OUHAbY/TeQmJkBoR4I/AAAAAAAABd4/mcuf-4eFvZY/s1600/IMG_1794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ryYG0OUHAbY/TeQmJkBoR4I/AAAAAAAABd4/mcuf-4eFvZY/s400/IMG_1794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612652981341669250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HxKftZdpUWY/TeQmpC-RPjI/AAAAAAAABeA/STER-qu26qE/s1600/IMG_1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HxKftZdpUWY/TeQmpC-RPjI/AAAAAAAABeA/STER-qu26qE/s400/IMG_1798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612653522225020466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OxaQn_vt_aw/TeQnIb-MTGI/AAAAAAAABeI/cG38aH_n0eg/s1600/IMG_1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OxaQn_vt_aw/TeQnIb-MTGI/AAAAAAAABeI/cG38aH_n0eg/s400/IMG_1796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612654061511527522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7a50xeR57oQ/TeQnjU85TPI/AAAAAAAABeQ/vzl-9pOTd2Q/s1600/IMG_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7a50xeR57oQ/TeQnjU85TPI/AAAAAAAABeQ/vzl-9pOTd2Q/s400/IMG_1799.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612654523483507954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the NAHAs I rubbed shoulders with Kim Vo (literally I bumped into him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_4GKET6SUc/TeQuXTX15xI/AAAAAAAABfI/AS7EhdeZ38M/s1600/kimvo%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_4GKET6SUc/TeQuXTX15xI/AAAAAAAABfI/AS7EhdeZ38M/s400/kimvo%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612662013482624786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Brig Van Osten (winner of Shear Genius) made a point to come talk to me about how much she loved my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4onamg1uI00/TeQu2NtByPI/AAAAAAAABfQ/fcXXxTJd7co/s1600/m%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4onamg1uI00/TeQu2NtByPI/AAAAAAAABfQ/fcXXxTJd7co/s400/m%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612662544536815858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a pretty fantastic trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Valentine Present Finally Came....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in September. And Ryan tried it on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oNAkz6EQYS8/TeQoYJPyIBI/AAAAAAAABeY/EqQX8rDMOWk/s1600/IMG_1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oNAkz6EQYS8/TeQoYJPyIBI/AAAAAAAABeY/EqQX8rDMOWk/s400/IMG_1827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612655430874570770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Halloween&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did absolutely nothing. Which was totally lame. But I was a firework, and that made me happy.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VuWjf6Oytdw/TeQqJGHpsSI/AAAAAAAABew/rEXv4Hmc9ns/s1600/content___media_external_images_media_85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VuWjf6Oytdw/TeQqJGHpsSI/AAAAAAAABew/rEXv4Hmc9ns/s400/content___media_external_images_media_85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612657371360375074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GRADUATED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZb5TlCiCRI/TeQsHDw_JwI/AAAAAAAABe4/57F7Lw7QVOA/s1600/38370_1407598228405_1185921061_31010494_4800811_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UZb5TlCiCRI/TeQsHDw_JwI/AAAAAAAABe4/57F7Lw7QVOA/s400/38370_1407598228405_1185921061_31010494_4800811_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612659535391958786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Py9GVDZVwMI/TeQsfHQHlCI/AAAAAAAABfA/3aQ_Ez9zkm4/s1600/163068_475954206395_631431395_6285789_7667706_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Py9GVDZVwMI/TeQsfHQHlCI/AAAAAAAABfA/3aQ_Ez9zkm4/s400/163068_475954206395_631431395_6285789_7667706_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612659948644701218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I Work...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Salon Bela in Ogden, and Total Betty Salon in Sugarhouse. I also got a job with MAC as a Freelance Makeup Artist. I LOVE what I do! Check out my hair and makeup blog &lt;a href="http://hannahgoodrich.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely holiday season, with lots of food and we are MEGA CHUBS now. For some reason I have no pictures whatsoever of the holidays! Oh well, it was pretty much just like most holidays. We spent a lot of time renovating our new home (it is almost 100 years old!) and just enjoying living on our own again. We still love eachother and life is great! A lot has been going on in 2011, so stay tuned for my next blog.. this week I promise!!! xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-5347007295331791974?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5347007295331791974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=5347007295331791974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/5347007295331791974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/5347007295331791974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/insidious.html' title='Insidious!'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PP0ECKxU56c/TeQQ9E5tw8I/AAAAAAAABao/LNvxN7GeI0A/s72-c/content___media_external_images_media_79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-8223993721970461042</id><published>2010-07-05T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:57:13.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEGAblog</title><content type='html'>Did anyone happen to see this episode of the office?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJHcTTmDxI/AAAAAAAABNI/EI2j4-BJWvs/s1600/megadesk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJHcTTmDxI/AAAAAAAABNI/EI2j4-BJWvs/s320/megadesk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490529447262424850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the hilarity! If Megadesk and Quaddesk were in battle, I believe that Quaddesk would win, but I would be cheering Megadesk on all the way. I always root for the underdog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been over six months now, and there is so much to say. Yet, I have a hard time processing it all. Its amazing how much a life can change in just six short months. I guess I should take the advice of the king in my beloved "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Begin at the beginning and go on till the end: then stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beginning..or something like it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last November we moved out of our darling basement apartment, leaving dear Kyle 2 behind. We found the cutest house in Ogden and were lucky to move in! It was perfect! We spent our first Christmas as a married couple in that house and actually didn't hit our heads on the ceiling! Here is our tree.. we named him Cornelius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJk0nyRWpI/AAAAAAAABNY/cRmo09rBFRM/s1600/IMG_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJk0nyRWpI/AAAAAAAABNY/cRmo09rBFRM/s320/IMG_1678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490561750913866386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJlUCFQW-I/AAAAAAAABNg/ktonIROzSDA/s1600/IMG_1677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJlUCFQW-I/AAAAAAAABNg/ktonIROzSDA/s320/IMG_1677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490562290548759522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJlojuYbKI/AAAAAAAABNo/d9SHUTmF5ug/s1600/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJlojuYbKI/AAAAAAAABNo/d9SHUTmF5ug/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490562643177008290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rang in the new year eating aebleskivers and spending time with sweet Samantha Jo. I turned 23 (so old!) on January 6th and we partied like mad! I took a half day at school (like any wild woman would do!) and went to Zuppas with hubbs. Then we went to dinner at Melinas (classic) with my fam and 17yr old little big bro. What am I going to do when he goes on a mission? I cant spend my birthday without my twin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJmfj_X0dI/AAAAAAAABNw/GrTT4iBp34w/s1600/19439_317359355808_729135808_4651631_3565582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJmfj_X0dI/AAAAAAAABNw/GrTT4iBp34w/s320/19439_317359355808_729135808_4651631_3565582_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490563588141076946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to have a birthday dinner with the Lee's! We loved it and they spoiled me rotten (as usual!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Miss Our Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 27, 2010 our dearest friend Mike Lee passed away unexpectedly. We miss him so much. He was an amazing example to us, and our very sweetest friend. He took great care of us, taught us so much, and gave us the world. For those who don't know, we have taken care of Mike's children (Samantha Jo, Eric, and Cade) for the past year and a half. I will always remember his sense of humor, his contagious laugh, his willingness to serve, and most of all his unconditional love for his wife Lori, children, and friends. He loved everyone and everyone was his favorite. Needless to say, we have had big shoes to fill. The night Mike left us, was the night Ryan and I moved in to the Lee's home. And we have been here ever since. Our lives changed dramatically that night, but we have learned priceless lessons. We have learned compassion, parenting, patience, love, and the true meaning of selfless service. We are so glad to have been able to step in and help, to be here for the kids, and for Lori. Our marriage has grown immensely as well as our testimonies. I also will be writing a book on what NOT to say and do for the family when someone passes away. Lori and I joke about it all the time. Oh the things people say! Life is fragile. Most of all, we have learned to cherish each day, each moment. I am glad to have the gospel in our lives, because without it I think we all would not have made it through this experience. I know that Lori, Sam, Eric, and Cade will see Mike again and that they will be a family forever. What a blessing it is to know that! I'm grateful that Ryan and I are sealed in the temple and can be together forever as well. What a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a hoodie footie snuggle suit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Valentines Day this year Ryan got me this little gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJSDXBA48I/AAAAAAAABNQ/5bXagjPUEOs/s1600/hoodie-footie-snuggle-suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJSDXBA48I/AAAAAAAABNQ/5bXagjPUEOs/s320/hoodie-footie-snuggle-suit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490541113389409218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hoodie Footie Snuggle Suit! Priceless! Although the best part of the deal was that I opened my gift and found Red Velvet PJ bottoms (Velvet makes me shudder) and a post card saying "Congratulations! You get these red velvet pajama bottoms now, and we will send you your hoodie footie snuggle suit in SEPTEMBER!" HAHAHAHA I laughed and I laughed. So I still don't actually own a hoodie footie snuggle suit but am anxiously awaiting its arrival in 2 months. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated our one year anniversary on March 4th. We went to Salt Lake and stayed overnight at the Anniversary Inn. Can you guess what room we stayed in? Oh don't worry we just stayed in the Twilight suite. We are cool cats. It was pretty much the most hilarious thing ever. For those of you who were wondering, Ryan likes twilight a little more than I do. He read the books faster than I did, and gets excited about all the movies. In fact I came home last week to find Ryan and our friend Shaun in the theater room watch New Moon. They were just gearing up for Eclipse. Which by the way, we went and saw Eclipse for class at school and Ryan was ticked that I saw it before him. It was the best of the three by far. So nice to know Robert Pattinson has more than the "I might barf" face to add to the mix. Ok back to the correct topic. So we laughed a lot at our room and all the paraphernalia around! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJm525aSAI/AAAAAAAABN4/UVoVTGSrg4s/s1600/IMG_1700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJm525aSAI/AAAAAAAABN4/UVoVTGSrg4s/s320/IMG_1700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490564039892944898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJnOuoFN2I/AAAAAAAABOA/nqqfoD7244Y/s1600/IMG_1701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJnOuoFN2I/AAAAAAAABOA/nqqfoD7244Y/s320/IMG_1701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490564398450030434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJnrJuIPFI/AAAAAAAABOI/D7W3vL8JvN8/s1600/IMG_1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJnrJuIPFI/AAAAAAAABOI/D7W3vL8JvN8/s320/IMG_1702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490564886759488594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the choice of music left in our room. Backstreet boys, Michael Bolton and Neil Diamond. What more could one want? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJn9lqjG9I/AAAAAAAABOQ/ZhoBbazKTW8/s1600/IMG_1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJn9lqjG9I/AAAAAAAABOQ/ZhoBbazKTW8/s320/IMG_1699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490565203498310610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also an incredibly creepy cross that loomed overhead at all times. Where are the mormons when you need them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJoRuHj5tI/AAAAAAAABOY/40Wl3nvGsO4/s1600/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJoRuHj5tI/AAAAAAAABOY/40Wl3nvGsO4/s320/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490565549364864722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner at The Roof which overlooks the Salt Lake Temple. It was to die for, as always. It's all about the desert table, and the garlic mashers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJohtftoqI/AAAAAAAABOg/T2ZUB6uXsKM/s1600/IMG_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJohtftoqI/AAAAAAAABOg/T2ZUB6uXsKM/s320/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490565824075637410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went and saw Alice in Wonderland, naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJo92KepbI/AAAAAAAABOo/60lUz4OhQjw/s1600/alice-in-wonderland-movie-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJo92KepbI/AAAAAAAABOo/60lUz4OhQjw/s320/alice-in-wonderland-movie-poster1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490566307438831026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have you know, that as we were planning our wedding I told all the vendors that we were having an Alice in Wonderland themed reception with a Tim Burton slant. This was before anyone even knew that Tim Burton was doing an Alice in Wonderland movie. It was just the best way to describe what we wanted. We wanted bright and wild, with lots of creepy darkness. Needless to say, Alice in Wonderland came out on March 5, 2010. One year, and one day after we got married. Coincidence? I think not! So we saw the movie at the IMAX theater, and we loved it. I actually saw it 6 times in the theater. love the girl power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate our cake, and because of my mom's ridiculous seran-wrapping skills, it tasted just like it did on our wedding day!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJpVWqKv2I/AAAAAAAABOw/b2xjQE_lBqk/s1600/IMG_1711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJpVWqKv2I/AAAAAAAABOw/b2xjQE_lBqk/s320/IMG_1711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490566711298670434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJpwI9v32I/AAAAAAAABO4/REd7p5wqKxw/s1600/IMG_1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJpwI9v32I/AAAAAAAABO4/REd7p5wqKxw/s320/IMG_1713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490567171479166818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... we ate it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJqCgS47AI/AAAAAAAABPA/RwdgMxHTU3s/s1600/IMG_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJqCgS47AI/AAAAAAAABPA/RwdgMxHTU3s/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490567486979501058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very fun and memorable first anniversary. It was so nice to get away for a little minute and just enjoy eachother. Looking back, our first year was crazy! We learned a lot, grew a lot, but man am I glad it's over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chubalub&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... we are fat. Like chubbiest of my life fat. People could probably look at me and wonder if I was pregnant, and with good reason too. No, I am not nor will be having any children in the near future (too burned out!) We have big guts. We are emotional eaters and the past six months has been a rollercoaster ride of cookies, pies, cakes, breads, carbs of death, etc etc. Comfort food has not been good to me! So we are on a quest to get in shape. We bought the P90x dvds a few months ago, sat on the floor and watched them and laughed. So then we broke down and got a gym membership and we've actually been doing really well! I've lost a bit, and Ryan has lost more (damn him!). Don't you just hate that? While I'm dieting my guts out and losing nothing, he just stops drinking soda and hops on the treadmill once and he's lost 10 pounds. How would it be? I just think diet and my thighs grow. I do love going to the gym though, you see it all there. I can't help but make fun of people! The other day there was a lady wearing UGG boots and working out.. in June. No further comment. Now when we go to the movies we don't get Reeses Pieces. We just get gigantic pickles instead!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJqe6QybNI/AAAAAAAABPI/hX_pB8F4KbM/s1600/IMG_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJqe6QybNI/AAAAAAAABPI/hX_pB8F4KbM/s320/IMG_1698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490567974986345682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School is Cool &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair school totally cracks me up. You know you are in hair school when you go see Eclipse for class. You know you are in hair school when someone puts aluminium wrapped leftovers in the microwave, which catches on fire, and hear the response "Aluminium is not metal!". I love it. I love the girls I go to school with. They make me laugh constantly, they keep me young (I am one of the oldest girls there!) and they truly are some of my most loyal friends. They have helped me through a lot and are always there to listen to my endless ramblings. Every day I'm at school, I know that I made the right decision! Not only do I love my girls, but I love doing hair! I have had so many cool opportunities between great classes with world renown artists, photoshoots, meeting celebrity hairstylists, etc.. it has been insane! This industry blows my mind and I can't wait to see what is out there waiting for me! In May we had the Next Dimension Hair Show, which is a hair/fashion show put on annually by my school (Taylor Andrews). The theme this year was Fantasies with a movie emphasis. Our group was given Nightmare Before Christmas (one of my favs) and I chose to interperet Zero (the little flying ghost dog) into hair! Luckily my friend Kaleigh was willing to help me out! After months and months of preparation here is the finished product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJq1StguxI/AAAAAAAABPQ/7nAsgkjqGR8/s1600/29696_1436580390034_1098706209_1271207_1448011_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJq1StguxI/AAAAAAAABPQ/7nAsgkjqGR8/s320/29696_1436580390034_1098706209_1271207_1448011_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490568359506393874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJq9zJfCII/AAAAAAAABPY/cW5mcRl-XiM/s1600/30696_1436582390084_1098706209_1271209_4997504_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJq9zJfCII/AAAAAAAABPY/cW5mcRl-XiM/s320/30696_1436582390084_1098706209_1271209_4997504_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490568505652611202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun! So glad it's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm certified in Rockstar Hair Extensions, MAC Makeup Artistry, and will soon be in Eyelash extensions! If anyone is interested, please let me know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took an amazing free form cutting class with Phillip Wilson (god of hair) and this is our darling picture together. He even kissed me on the cheek! I feel so lucky to have been able to take that class! There were only 25 of us, and it was so cool to get one on one training with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJrVs1GixI/AAAAAAAABPg/4FFrrbDlvXw/s1600/IMG_1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJrVs1GixI/AAAAAAAABPg/4FFrrbDlvXw/s320/IMG_1760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490568916273367826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how his bicep is as big as my arm fat! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed my readers digest version of the last six months. It's been a whirlwind, emotional, hard, rewarding, tiring, and fun all at the same time. I know this hasn't been my most entertaining or whitty post, but I just wanted to fill you in. We are still working towards lighthearted. We'll get there. Life is good. Love is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-8223993721970461042?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8223993721970461042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=8223993721970461042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/8223993721970461042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/8223993721970461042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2010/07/megablog.html' title='MEGAblog'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/TDJHcTTmDxI/AAAAAAAABNI/EI2j4-BJWvs/s72-c/megadesk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-3673872047892106411</id><published>2010-07-03T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:23:04.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic</title><content type='html'>That word used to be so cool. You could almost taste the coolness in your mouth as you said it. Now it is overused and abused and I kind of hate it a little. I think I might actually write a blog post today (only 6 months later). As much as I hate it a little, I'm going to say it. My post will be EPIC. the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-3673872047892106411?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3673872047892106411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=3673872047892106411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/3673872047892106411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/3673872047892106411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2010/07/epic.html' title='Epic'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-4306507518586741644</id><published>2009-12-29T16:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:23:41.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Object of My Obsession</title><content type='html'>Hi my name is Hannah and I'm an addict. and Terra Cooper it's all your fault! For those of you who don't know, Terra is the amazing photographer who did my wedding (check out &lt;a href="http://magnifiquephotography.com"&gt;magnifiquephotography.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, we were doing Bridal session number 2 in Salt Lake City. She told us about this amazing french bakery that makes this amazing gooey bread carmel stuff. We stopped by to find that lo and behold it was closed. Fast forward one year, my mother and I are wandering (by car) around the streets of SLC when we remember said incident. Wandering is usual for us, we like to find the newest, and most hidden of places, especially consignment shops.(Our current favorite being Emilie Jayne, where I found my dear Legs...more to come on that later) We couldn't remember where this bakery was, let alone the name, so we gave Terra a little jingle and headed on over to &lt;a href="http://les-madeleines.com"&gt;Les Madeleines&lt;/a&gt;. We walked in and couldn't remember what the pastry was called except for Salt Lake City Crack, which it is so lovingly referred to, as it is a highly addictive substance. Much to our dismay, the Kouing Aman in all it's glory was sold out, which it usually is before noon. We settled on a Pain au Chocolat (which was amazing) and some soup that had entire clumps of real mushrooms, I am talking stems and all! I was worried about either being poisoned or hallucinating at any given moment, but it was lovely. Then we trusted our dear friend and I ordered over a dozen Kouing Aman so I could eat them/maybe give them away as gifts for Christmas. For these blessed pastries, which at the time I had never even tried, I drove down to Salt Lake a second time to pick up my order on Christmas Eve. It only takes 72 hours to make the dough apparently, but once I bit into one of these little babies, the crunchy outside the the melting carmel from the inside, I realized what love is. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SzqqvShvX3I/AAAAAAAABNA/4pe122eBGxs/s1600-h/photo02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SzqqvShvX3I/AAAAAAAABNA/4pe122eBGxs/s320/photo02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420832830897741682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is the most amazing thing I have ever put in my mouth. So sinful really. With over a dozen, I only gave away 4 to some pretty special people. They better know how special they are. and I mean it! (Anybody want a peanut? tee hee) I gave a couple to Mr. Goodrich, because I really love him. Currently the rest are hidden away to make me chubbier at a later date. To illustrate how passionate I am about my Kouing Aman, I will say that this morning I put one in the microwave for a few seconds and set it on the table to cool. While I was in the other room getting the laptop, my parent's cat (we are pet sitting while my family is away at Disney World) decided to help himself and started licking my blessed pastry. Needless to say, I caught him in the act and then guess what happened next? I ATE IT ANYWAY! I know, I know, diseases galore. For all I know the cat was licking his butt before he was licking my Kouing Aman. But guess what? I love them that much. That is commitment right there. If you were me, you would do the same thing! I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, check out &lt;a href="http://les-madeleines.com"&gt;Les Madeleines&lt;/a&gt; and see for yourself. Don't worry Out-of-State blog friends and blog stalkers, they ship and deliver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-4306507518586741644?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4306507518586741644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=4306507518586741644&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/4306507518586741644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/4306507518586741644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/object-of-my-obsession.html' title='The Object of My Obsession'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SzqqvShvX3I/AAAAAAAABNA/4pe122eBGxs/s72-c/photo02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-5950441205253738781</id><published>2009-12-08T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:45:40.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT THE CRUMBS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sx7-xRA43JI/AAAAAAAABM4/BDClt1kkCNk/s1600-h/bries-crumbs3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sx7-xRA43JI/AAAAAAAABM4/BDClt1kkCNk/s320/bries-crumbs3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413043924480089234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ryan and I were sitting at Pleasant Valley last night sharing a piece of Bernice's famous Coconut Cream Pie (If you haven't tried it, try it. Its heavenly) when rather suddenly he dropped his fork and looked like he is going to cry. So I tried to come up with all the obvious answers as to why Mr. Goodrich was freaking out. He could have bitten his cheek, tongue, or lip. Perhaps he found a hair (gross). Maybe he started feeling a little sick. I decided to end the charade and ask what was the matter. And then he answered in one word. "Crumbs". followed by, "Don't laugh at me!". Let me preface this by saying that a few years ago I had a nasty sore tonsil. That's right, only one tonsil was sore. So I went to the doctors, and they told me that if you are an adult that still has their tonsils, it is common to get a particle of food stuck in them somewhere and they get inflamed. I know it sounds disgusting, but if you are not tonsilless, then guaranteed this has happened to you. You probably didn't even know it. Well, needless to say, I told him that story and now Ryan has had a sore throat and he swears it is due to a crumb. Now he has a phobia of crumbs and it makes me laugh hysterically every time I think about it. He gurgles every time he drinks something "to get rid of the crumbs" he says. I laugh and I laugh. I just couldn't resist sharing! Thank goodness for fear of crumbs, I got an entire piece of pie to myself! I don't think he has figured out yet that every food has crumbs, but we won't tell him. He's a growing boy and needs his food! How I love my little crumb phobic husband! He makes my life so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS There isn't an actual word for "fear of crumbs", I looked, however I found out that I do have this...Consecotaleophobia - Fear of Chop Sticks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-5950441205253738781?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5950441205253738781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=5950441205253738781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/5950441205253738781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/5950441205253738781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-crumbs.html' title='NOT THE CRUMBS!'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sx7-xRA43JI/AAAAAAAABM4/BDClt1kkCNk/s72-c/bries-crumbs3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-3469060827000298402</id><published>2009-11-29T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:17:01.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Immature</title><content type='html'>and it is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Queen, love the Muppets. This is so amazing I almost peed my pants. (Fact:turn music off at the bottom of the page. Life will be better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 340px" width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I laughed so hard, if you did too then we induct you into Club Awesome. Live long and prosper muppeteers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-3469060827000298402?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3469060827000298402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=3469060827000298402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/3469060827000298402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/3469060827000298402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-so-immature.html' title='I&apos;m So Immature'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-7864009761358301234</id><published>2009-11-23T14:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:40:24.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PS</title><content type='html'>I have a cold. All I have to say is Angel Soft my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwsPA29uDxI/AAAAAAAABMw/olzU1iIEeDU/s1600/IMG_1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwsPA29uDxI/AAAAAAAABMw/olzU1iIEeDU/s320/IMG_1623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407432285017214738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear roll of Angel Soft Toilet Paper,&lt;br /&gt;I know you are cheap at walmart, but you do not feel like a soft angel on my nose. And I hate you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Goodrich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some Puffs Plus, indeed&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwsOSCy7n5I/AAAAAAAABMo/CII7fzwQn6k/s1600/puffs_pal%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwsOSCy7n5I/AAAAAAAABMo/CII7fzwQn6k/s320/puffs_pal%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407431480739340178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you go to the store for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-7864009761358301234?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7864009761358301234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=7864009761358301234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/7864009761358301234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/7864009761358301234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/ps.html' title='PS'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwsPA29uDxI/AAAAAAAABMw/olzU1iIEeDU/s72-c/IMG_1623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-2098107485114819658</id><published>2009-11-23T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:08:10.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle and Kyle</title><content type='html'>This is Kyle #1. He is our baby. He's a venus flytrap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Swr_JsTXz4I/AAAAAAAABLo/2abi7yHQ2VM/s1600/IMG_1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Swr_JsTXz4I/AAAAAAAABLo/2abi7yHQ2VM/s320/IMG_1620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407414844588019586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Swr_iENZ_qI/AAAAAAAABLw/2DEEOiXco8Q/s1600/IMG_1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Swr_iENZ_qI/AAAAAAAABLw/2DEEOiXco8Q/s320/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407415263322308258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a precious little darling. He loves sunlight, humidity, and flies! He ate his first spider not too long ago! We are amazing at how much he is growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyle #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have another Kyle that lives in our house! She is a ghost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwsBHP2w4zI/AAAAAAAABL4/N3pLWYoKuGg/s1600/CASPER%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwsBHP2w4zI/AAAAAAAABL4/N3pLWYoKuGg/s320/CASPER%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407417001615352626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became part of our family right after we got married. We live in a basement 2 bedroom apartment. We use the second bedroom as a closet room, because we don't have a lot of closet space. We also don't have an outlet in our bathroom so I have to get ready in the closet room too. We have a big mirror in there, along with several clothing racks and boxes. Ryan met her first when he was flexing in the mirror in our closet room and Kyle 2 moved all the hangers on our clothing racks. She likes to play with hangers. We thought she was a boy, until Ryan had some weird dreams about a girl walking around our house yelling at him (that girl was not me, thank you very much!) She likes to move hangers when we take clothes off of them. She likes to yell at Ryan over the AM Radio (she doesn't like him very much!) She also enjoys shutting unshutable doors when our crazy friends talk to her. She also helps me out by shutting the shower curtain all the way when I take showers and don't fully shut it. (She likes me!) Sometimes she knocks on the inside of our closet when we forget that she is here. Her favorite thing is to push over our clothing racks and make our clothes go flying everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our closet room. It is normally clean unless Kyle 2 is feeling mischievous. I took this a few months ago right after Kyle 2's mischievousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwsDPumh2hI/AAAAAAAABMA/mQgXPlvRRfM/s1600/IMG_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwsDPumh2hI/AAAAAAAABMA/mQgXPlvRRfM/s320/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407419346330966546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I took another picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwsDxiHuJMI/AAAAAAAABMI/GOClQbOwNe4/s1600/IMG_1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwsDxiHuJMI/AAAAAAAABMI/GOClQbOwNe4/s320/IMG_1565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407419927096075458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice anything strange near the Beatles poster? Ok, I'll enlarge it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwsEjInK7QI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Snt8rdiAJww/s1600/kyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwsEjInK7QI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Snt8rdiAJww/s320/kyle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407420779242122498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see a woman's profile almost looking at you. That...would be Kyle 2. Isn't she pretty?! She reminds me a Farrah Fawcett. We like having her around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of our little family? Aren't we precious?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-2098107485114819658?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2098107485114819658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=2098107485114819658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/2098107485114819658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/2098107485114819658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/kyle-and-kyle.html' title='Kyle and Kyle'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Swr_JsTXz4I/AAAAAAAABLo/2abi7yHQ2VM/s72-c/IMG_1620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-7722189884099083715</id><published>2009-10-25T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:18:28.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup!!</title><content type='html'>So there were three tomatoes walking down the street. Papa Tomato, Mama Tomato, and Baby Tomato. When Baby Tomato starts lagging behind, Papa Tomato gets really angry and goes back and squishes him and says "Ketchup!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate tomatoes did you know? But that joke makes me laugh every time. Remember my megablogs from last year? Well its time for another infamous megablog. 10 for the price of 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mr. Goodrich's birthday on July 14th... he turned the big 23! We had a lovely day which started out with many renditions of happy birthday songs (of course) and some of Bernice's delicious crunchy french toast. It is pretty much heaven on a plate. We decided to spend the day in Park City to celebrate. We started out at the Olympic Park and had fun watching the aerial ski team practice jumping into the pool. Then we decided to get a little crazy and do the massive zip line that they have there. (PS I don't like heights) I'd do just about anything for Mr. Goodrich, especially on his birthday. Did I mention that I don't like heights? Well we bought our tickets and got on the lift to go to the top of the mountain. In light of my ever so awesome tangents might I add that on our 5th grade ski trip (which Ryan went on too!) I was on the lift and my ski fell off. Smart girl that I am, I leaned over to catch my ski and fell off the lift. It wasn't that big of a fall, but still. I just don't like ski lifts. Where are the Lagoon Sky Ride safety bars? Oh yeah, I don't like the sky ride either. I'm one of those people who just imagine plummeting to my death. Morbid I know, but I think it has something to do with watching Ghost Dad at a young age. You know that elevator part where right when Bill Cosby steps off the elevator, the cables break and it goes crashing down? Yeah.. that part. I didn't go on elevators for years. Still don't prefer them. Anyway, I didn't fall off the lift which was a great success. I will say though, that when we got to the top there was a scrappy old man (who probably lives up there) listening to Pink Floyd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwGJYDsYgVI/AAAAAAAABHQ/peUDVSAa6TY/s1600/homeless-man-goes-online%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwGJYDsYgVI/AAAAAAAABHQ/peUDVSAa6TY/s320/homeless-man-goes-online%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404752074222633298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the safety guy for the zip line. Comforting. &lt;br /&gt;At the top...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwGRakCj1DI/AAAAAAAABHY/UBKgfZyLuzQ/s1600/IMG_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwGRakCj1DI/AAAAAAAABHY/UBKgfZyLuzQ/s320/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404760913358345266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know, I know, its the coolest Transformers shirt of all time. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwGRy0DLZzI/AAAAAAAABHg/y9GVVrakbHs/s1600/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwGRy0DLZzI/AAAAAAAABHg/y9GVVrakbHs/s320/IMG_1558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404761329972766514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were two high school kids who were in charge of strapping us in. Except they made us strap ourselves in. I had no idea what I was doing and scared to death. I held on for dear life as they opened the gates and I went flying down the mountain. It was fast and thank goodness for it! &lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we did a little shopping. My husband loves to shop which automatically makes me the luckiest girl in the world. Then we headed over to the Park City Mountain Resort to check out the Alpine Coaster. For those of you who don't know, the Alpine Coaster is the equivalent of the Matterhorn at Disneyland, minus the creepy abominable snowmen. We stood in line for a while but it was so worth it! Normally, adults are supposed to go on separate carts, but they told us we could ride on the same cart if we wanted. They probably thought we were on our honeymoon or something. Here we are riding up to the top.. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwGTfNbivOI/AAAAAAAABHo/SO5-edsiPpU/s1600/IMG_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwGTfNbivOI/AAAAAAAABHo/SO5-edsiPpU/s320/IMG_1563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763192211717346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ryan holds on... he holds on for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwGUEgp4R0I/AAAAAAAABHw/Y4bK-E-2G_I/s1600/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwGUEgp4R0I/AAAAAAAABHw/Y4bK-E-2G_I/s320/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763833027282754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacky and tasteless, I know. But that is just how we roll. Sorry, it made me laugh and I couldn't help myself! So the Alpine Coaster was CRAZY! We almost fell off like 10 times and we went soooo fast! It was a little scary but we laughed our faces right off!&lt;br /&gt;Well all things aside we had a fabulous day! Also, special thanks to Lori and her family for taking us boating to celebrate Ryan's day of birth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwIw9-X7--I/AAAAAAAABH4/5l4GVnCAz4M/s1600/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwIw9-X7--I/AAAAAAAABH4/5l4GVnCAz4M/s320/IMG_1541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404936344071568354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwIxT2wC9NI/AAAAAAAABIA/oYeDrPpeejI/s1600/IMG_1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwIxT2wC9NI/AAAAAAAABIA/oYeDrPpeejI/s320/IMG_1545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404936719982326994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a special birthday hat that Lori (our boss) loves. It sings the birthday song. It also brings out the color in Ryan's left eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwIx6xkmHYI/AAAAAAAABII/VTcZwqWcS9M/s1600/IMG_1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwIx6xkmHYI/AAAAAAAABII/VTcZwqWcS9M/s320/IMG_1549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404937388607020418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Goodrich makes cool faces when he blows out candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwIylTmvGzI/AAAAAAAABIQ/VMrP2w_KRuc/s1600/IMG_1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwIylTmvGzI/AAAAAAAABIQ/VMrP2w_KRuc/s320/IMG_1552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404938119297309490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Away We Go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mr. Goodrich's birthday I decided to give him a special coupon for... you guessed it, a vacation! (get your mind out of the gutter! filth! filth!) We narrowed down our choices and picked a lovely getaway to Northern California. My cute Grandpa Bob has a cabin near Yosemite and let us stay in it. It was our first long road trip all alone! We sang a little (ok a lot) We also listened to some good books on cd (which I am absolutely against btw, but I attribute it to the only thing that kept us alive going through the Sierras at 3 am) We spent an amazing 3 days doing absolutely nothing at the cabin. It was wonderful! We did venture out into Twain Harte and found the coolest retro mini golf course in the world. We adore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI5n8sMmJI/AAAAAAAABIY/7Eu0jNXCME8/s1600/IMG_2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI5n8sMmJI/AAAAAAAABIY/7Eu0jNXCME8/s320/IMG_2351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404945861267200146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI54TFXG-I/AAAAAAAABIg/1PFxCkJnR6U/s1600/IMG_2348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI54TFXG-I/AAAAAAAABIg/1PFxCkJnR6U/s320/IMG_2348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404946142156233698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a little legit golfing too...scratch that, Ryan golfed and I rolled his bag around on a little cart. Oh the things we do for love.&lt;br /&gt;After a few relaxing days at the cabin we packed up and headed down to Santa Cruz. We drove for about 10 miles and then our car blew up. Literally. We are talking irreplaceable damages. So we abandoned our car like any trashy citizen would do and rented a car. Don't worry, we only got the worst deal of all time from Hertz and spent half of our money on that stupid car that we drove for 2 days just because we were under the age of 25. We loathe you Hertz. I want to throw eggs at you Hertz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJMudiipNI/AAAAAAAABLg/nFzoVR9uIAQ/s1600/Hertz_logo_jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJMudiipNI/AAAAAAAABLg/nFzoVR9uIAQ/s320/Hertz_logo_jpeg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404966863885214930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not get a little bump in the road get us down, and headed to Livermore where we were able to stay at our cousin's house. We caught a late show and got right to sleep. The next day we drove to San Francisco (one of my favorite places on earth next to Disneyland and Ecuador.) Ryan had never really seen San Fran before and I was ecstatic to show him around! We went to Fisherman's Wharf, The Academy of Science Museum, and even had a little crab!&lt;br /&gt;Pier 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI8XJxCrxI/AAAAAAAABIo/dDr8McT3G2g/s1600/IMG_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI8XJxCrxI/AAAAAAAABIo/dDr8McT3G2g/s320/IMG_2354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404948871254290194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcatraz (no I'm not pregnant. It's a dress people, and it was windy. And yes that is a pink streak in my hair. I call it a quarter life crisis.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI8nz8EeII/AAAAAAAABIw/PLwuMsSzCvk/s1600/IMG_2363+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI8nz8EeII/AAAAAAAABIw/PLwuMsSzCvk/s320/IMG_2363+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404949157452740738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghirardelli Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI9Juc_unI/AAAAAAAABI4/H69lNStSxfk/s1600/IMG_2359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI9Juc_unI/AAAAAAAABI4/H69lNStSxfk/s320/IMG_2359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404949740095781490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan found a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI9iAs2ubI/AAAAAAAABJA/0L4pc9BGLag/s1600/IMG_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI9iAs2ubI/AAAAAAAABJA/0L4pc9BGLag/s320/IMG_2358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404950157310998962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gots crabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI9x7suGLI/AAAAAAAABJI/OwAYy7C_6Kw/s1600/IMG_2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI9x7suGLI/AAAAAAAABJI/OwAYy7C_6Kw/s320/IMG_2366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404950430846163122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved San Francisco and we left our hearts there. And we hate you Hertz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Little Bit of This and A Little Bit of That.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love signs. They make me laugh. This is a personal favorite found at Lagoon. This says to me "Sit and smoke at this station and die a firey flamey death. Death and destruction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI-vG2JwnI/AAAAAAAABJQ/nnGexg98RcI/s1600/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI-vG2JwnI/AAAAAAAABJQ/nnGexg98RcI/s320/IMG_1448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404951481810535026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another favorite found at Wheeler Farm. This speaks "Here kids come ride the ponies. Oh just kidding the ponies are unavailable. Well, thats just life. Get used to it." Crushing the dreams of so many children..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI_V2PoRoI/AAAAAAAABJY/93Nul6wJecQ/s1600/IMG_1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwI_V2PoRoI/AAAAAAAABJY/93Nul6wJecQ/s320/IMG_1449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404952147368887938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Subject: This is the most amazing invention of all time. I found these little gems at Noodles &amp; Company. They are chopstick helpers. Like training wheels for chopsticks! GENIUS! Why didn't I think of this? Take it away Vanna White...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJAFEvxW-I/AAAAAAAABJg/gfV5SzvnGJ8/s1600/IMG_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJAFEvxW-I/AAAAAAAABJg/gfV5SzvnGJ8/s320/IMG_1457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404952958715648994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJATiKOjSI/AAAAAAAABJo/wv53Qd4LXlw/s1600/IMG_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJATiKOjSI/AAAAAAAABJo/wv53Qd4LXlw/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404953207129410850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have suffered from chopstick anxiety? Have you tried but failed at chopstick art? Then these are for you. Just let me know, I have an entire stash in my purse :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my mom and I are obsessed with Consignment stores. This really isn't news, my house is full of consignment items, so I would say we've been obsessed for a while. Where else can you obtain a Camera Obscura (I expect only nerds to know what that is.) Well on one of our many trips we found these rad chairs. I call them moon chairs! We had a lot of fun sitting on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJBOdjH1FI/AAAAAAAABJw/8O_jPr6sJ5k/s1600/IMG_2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJBOdjH1FI/AAAAAAAABJw/8O_jPr6sJ5k/s320/IMG_2375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404954219503932498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJBcovOCtI/AAAAAAAABJ4/6qwQL33p7s8/s1600/IMG_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJBcovOCtI/AAAAAAAABJ4/6qwQL33p7s8/s320/IMG_2374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404954463025629906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about it, we are just cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Goodrich's First Day of School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he just precious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJGYC1rjUI/AAAAAAAABK4/bFvJpxInK94/s1600/IMG_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJGYC1rjUI/AAAAAAAABK4/bFvJpxInK94/s320/IMG_2370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404959881690844482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Hair Didn't Start the Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have red hair now and it makes me happy. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJF5WZvVsI/AAAAAAAABKw/jx1dpvVT6Gw/s1600/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJF5WZvVsI/AAAAAAAABKw/jx1dpvVT6Gw/s320/IMG_1581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404959354366416578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween with the "BADrich's"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we carved pumpkins with the Lee family! It was pretty much fantastic! Ryan got really intense with it, and ended up with the coolest pumpkin the the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJG_thex2I/AAAAAAAABLA/NItxM3-WQfs/s1600/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJG_thex2I/AAAAAAAABLA/NItxM3-WQfs/s320/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404960563163744098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part is that Ryan and his pumpkin look exactly the same. I name his pumpkin Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;My pumpkin is an ode to the ghost that lives in our house. Her name is Kyle. We thought she was a he, but then found out she was a she. More on that later. I'm looking pretty fab by the way. I had just gotten home from school, so Mike lent me a pair of ever so comfy and huge sweats :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJHxxwVZII/AAAAAAAABLI/URGb-AkCu-g/s1600/IMG_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJHxxwVZII/AAAAAAAABLI/URGb-AkCu-g/s320/IMG_1586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404961423293244546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married pumpkins. Aren't they presh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJIPfYY5uI/AAAAAAAABLQ/YndZGuw1qqQ/s1600/IMG_1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJIPfYY5uI/AAAAAAAABLQ/YndZGuw1qqQ/s320/IMG_1587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404961933757048546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... We are really poor. We couldn't afford Halloween costumes this year, so we decided to be the Badrich's. Get it? Goodrich...Badrich. Got it? Good. We decided to go on another ghost tour this year but this time we ventured to Salt Lake City and we did it on Halloween night! There were so many cool stories and our bus was so much more comfy this year! It was pretty rad!&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Badrich's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJDKWLy7pI/AAAAAAAABKA/i_djEMOY7cw/s1600/IMG_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJDKWLy7pI/AAAAAAAABKA/i_djEMOY7cw/s320/IMG_1598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404956347830824594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJDfYKhQMI/AAAAAAAABKI/sxxglmO5lsY/s1600/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJDfYKhQMI/AAAAAAAABKI/sxxglmO5lsY/s320/IMG_1595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404956709139595458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Rick and Mikelle (who were lame and didn't dress up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJD2WIKr_I/AAAAAAAABKQ/AgHxebVEtqw/s1600/IMG_1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJD2WIKr_I/AAAAAAAABKQ/AgHxebVEtqw/s320/IMG_1601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404957103729848306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us in front of a Morgue Door (Not Mordor...gee I'm really turning into a geek.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJEcge0sJI/AAAAAAAABKY/gUEm25octW0/s1600/IMG_1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJEcge0sJI/AAAAAAAABKY/gUEm25octW0/s320/IMG_1614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404957759344259218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our New Baby! Remember last year when we got an orb on camera. We show our orb pictures to everyone like they are our kids.. just deader. Click to enlarge. (at the Salt Lake City Cemetary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJFC-F1FjI/AAAAAAAABKg/DJyzmuyiWRY/s1600/IMG_1472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJFC-F1FjI/AAAAAAAABKg/DJyzmuyiWRY/s320/IMG_1472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404958420127520306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of orbies, orbies for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJFYcsaqiI/AAAAAAAABKo/fDVJ9ENcH2Q/s1600/IMG_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJFYcsaqiI/AAAAAAAABKo/fDVJ9ENcH2Q/s320/IMG_1538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404958789119683106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS.&lt;/strong&gt; Let's just get it out in the open. I'm in Hair School. Who knew? Random right? But I love it, and I laugh my face off every day of my life. It is, however, rather time consuming. So please excuse my lack of blogs as of late. I'm trying to do better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case you didn't know, WE STILL LOVE EACH OTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJJjSnzxBI/AAAAAAAABLY/Hd1L8T7zkJI/s1600/IMG_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwJJjSnzxBI/AAAAAAAABLY/Hd1L8T7zkJI/s400/IMG_0750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404963373441074194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-7722189884099083715?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7722189884099083715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=7722189884099083715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/7722189884099083715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/7722189884099083715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/ketchup.html' title='Ketchup!!'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SwGJYDsYgVI/AAAAAAAABHQ/peUDVSAa6TY/s72-c/homeless-man-goes-online%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-2075982083906052245</id><published>2009-10-13T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:29:57.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post for the sake of a Post</title><content type='html'>Am I dead? Pretty much. Not enough hours in a day? Yeah. A real post coming someday soon? You bet your bottom dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/StVvPPbVrFI/AAAAAAAABHA/kpBOJuIE6AI/s1600-h/you%2520can%2520bet%2520your%2520bottom%2520dollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/StVvPPbVrFI/AAAAAAAABHA/kpBOJuIE6AI/s320/you%2520can%2520bet%2520your%2520bottom%2520dollar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392338436475956306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon.. bright eyed and bushy tailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/StVvpiwa5LI/AAAAAAAABHI/Kw4pT8ZfZJw/s1600-h/bright%2520eyed%2520and%2520bushy%2520tailed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/StVvpiwa5LI/AAAAAAAABHI/Kw4pT8ZfZJw/s320/bright%2520eyed%2520and%2520bushy%2520tailed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392338888341251250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist.. really. It's late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-2075982083906052245?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2075982083906052245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=2075982083906052245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/2075982083906052245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/2075982083906052245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-for-sake-of-post.html' title='Post for the sake of a Post'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/StVvPPbVrFI/AAAAAAAABHA/kpBOJuIE6AI/s72-c/you%2520can%2520bet%2520your%2520bottom%2520dollar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-481776301366131619</id><published>2009-08-07T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:12:48.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Coldplay</title><content type='html'>So I absolutely adore Coldplay. Did you know? Well if you have been a humble reader of my many abodes (more notably the Hannah isn't in Ecuador selection) you should know this by now. I love them, always have. And to make it even sweeter, Ryan and I went to a Coldplay concert the night we got engaged. Well anywho, I came across their latest little gem and just had to share. It is off of their Viva La Vida album, and is called Strawberry Swing. It just so happens to be the coolest wedding video song of all time (thanks to us, and tom) but this is also possibly the most amazing music video ever made. Love you Coldplay. (You might want to turn off the other music at the bottom of the page for this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BYtk1Z0UUuE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BYtk1Z0UUuE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-481776301366131619?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/481776301366131619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=481776301366131619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/481776301366131619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/481776301366131619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/viva-la-coldplay.html' title='Viva La Coldplay'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-247130103621602044</id><published>2009-08-04T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:23:09.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Laughed...and I Laughed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How do you get Lady Gaga to wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SniV_KAm89I/AAAAAAAABGo/tKJwdQsImRA/s1600-h/ladygagared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366203868263150546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SniV_KAm89I/AAAAAAAABGo/tKJwdQsImRA/s320/ladygagared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU POKE HER FACE!!! (GET IT? POKER FACE?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok I'm done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But really, I want to be Lady Gaga's friend so we can share clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366205905997381746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SniX1xKTwHI/AAAAAAAABGw/PxxLXw8lwhA/s320/lady-gaga-origami-dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366206040823550642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SniX9nbX0rI/AAAAAAAABG4/YcDv6Mdbwqw/s320/lady-ga-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't make fun.. it's good work out music anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-247130103621602044?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/247130103621602044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=247130103621602044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/247130103621602044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/247130103621602044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-laughedand-i-laughed.html' title='I Laughed...and I Laughed..'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SniV_KAm89I/AAAAAAAABGo/tKJwdQsImRA/s72-c/ladygagared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-235362940406042246</id><published>2009-07-29T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:27:37.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Pan's Labyrinth,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SnEuYQdhvbI/AAAAAAAABGY/pGrD_9Akk2o/s1600-h/pans-labyrinth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SnEuYQdhvbI/AAAAAAAABGY/pGrD_9Akk2o/s320/pans-labyrinth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364119625445522866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we would have met sooner. The truth is, I adore you (almost as much as &lt;em&gt;V For Vendetta&lt;/em&gt; which is not only my favorite movie, but arguably the best movie of all time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love, and a child eating eyeball hands pale man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SnEussevEUI/AAAAAAAABGg/T1X17qtHM-U/s1600-h/panslabby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SnEussevEUI/AAAAAAAABGg/T1X17qtHM-U/s200/panslabby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364119976564166978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Goodrich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-235362940406042246?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/235362940406042246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=235362940406042246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/235362940406042246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/235362940406042246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-pans-labyrinth.html' title='Dear Pan&apos;s Labyrinth,'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SnEuYQdhvbI/AAAAAAAABGY/pGrD_9Akk2o/s72-c/pans-labyrinth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-7512206791559324412</id><published>2009-07-23T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:15:48.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Spoonful of Peanut Butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SminzlhuUjI/AAAAAAAABGA/Wb1_sov13ds/s1600-h/PeanutButter_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SminzlhuUjI/AAAAAAAABGA/Wb1_sov13ds/s320/PeanutButter_preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361719861073302066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes my hiccups (or as my mom refers to them.. herccups) GO AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can be happy again. Like this gooey little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Smioqx6-eDI/AAAAAAAABGQ/LXKGPbSJSZg/s1600-h/PeanutButter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Smioqx6-eDI/AAAAAAAABGQ/LXKGPbSJSZg/s320/PeanutButter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361720809293248562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: No kids for at least 5 more years. Or forever. They are soo gooey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-7512206791559324412?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7512206791559324412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=7512206791559324412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/7512206791559324412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/7512206791559324412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-spoonful-of-peanut-butter.html' title='Just a Spoonful of Peanut Butter'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SminzlhuUjI/AAAAAAAABGA/Wb1_sov13ds/s72-c/PeanutButter_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-5159585965378623914</id><published>2009-07-21T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:57:58.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Piece of Flair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SmaKmfQ6TGI/AAAAAAAABF4/ZjuNTWWA_Zk/s1600-h/6a00e54feb614988330112797c68c128a4-800wi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SmaKmfQ6TGI/AAAAAAAABF4/ZjuNTWWA_Zk/s320/6a00e54feb614988330112797c68c128a4-800wi.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361124800263244898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen Office Space? I love the reality check that occurs during this movie. You sit down with your popcorn and drink and maybe snuggle up to your honey happy as can be. Then as you are watching it, laughing your guts out, you realize that Peter's life is your life. And it is no longer funny. And you slip off the couch and fall on the floor. Then you lay on the floor and cry, under the blanket, with popcorn in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SmaKGOAMdNI/AAAAAAAABFo/OiilErGdZak/s1600-h/crying-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SmaKGOAMdNI/AAAAAAAABFo/OiilErGdZak/s320/crying-baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361124245873915090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fall, when Ryan and I were dating and things were getting a little serious, Ryan decided to buy a Harley.. out of nowhere. Here I thought he was saving up to get a ring or something (though at the time the word marriage made him twitch uncontrollably like a washing machine with too many clothes in it). For those of you who have guessed how the story ends, this just happened to be his last bacheloresk purchase, his last breath of air until I grabbed his feet below the surface and drug him to the depths of the sea of marital bliss. Well anyway, he purchased a little beauty from a guy with a pony tail from washington, who wanted to throw in his girlfriends pair of extra small chaps (#1- I don't do chaps. #2- I am not an extra small girl.) No thank you sir. He took it for one last spin around the block and came back with tears in his eyes. Poor dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SmaDysDIKiI/AAAAAAAABFQ/UaB1NrkVDdw/s1600-h/IMG_1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SmaDysDIKiI/AAAAAAAABFQ/UaB1NrkVDdw/s320/IMG_1455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361117313272130082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well needless to say, I went from being an anti motorcycle advocate, to being totally in love with riding of the back of that beautiful machine. We spent endless nights freezing our bums off going for rides through the canyon and looking at the changing leaves. We have been riding it non-stop this summer and loving every second of it!It has actually become rather sentimental to me, because we've had some many great times on it! (Ryan would probably like me to add that he had to sell the bike to his parents so he could buy me my ring) He tells everyone that. We are currently trying to save our money to buy the bike back because though we were already serious at the time, I feel like we fell in love on that Harley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is...the helmet situation. I still haven't gotten enough money to actually purchase a helmet of my own, and now that we want to save to buy the bike back, I'm stuck wearing this little gem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SmaE-dNLlGI/AAAAAAAABFY/BU2gtxGGNNQ/s1600-h/IMG_1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SmaE-dNLlGI/AAAAAAAABFY/BU2gtxGGNNQ/s320/IMG_1453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361118614957823074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just call me Speed Racer or Deputy Goodrich. Either way, really. At first I thought it was funny, that was until I got a large gooey bug in the face while going 50 miles an hour. In the beginning it was like my Flair, setting me apart from all the other stupid "girls on the back of motorcycles" bunch. However I will say that me and Ryan saw a girl on the back of a bullet bike that resembled the shape of a taco. And we laughed. But I would rather not be associated with taco girl, girls with chain link thongs hanging out, or any other such person. I'm just a modest girl with a stupid helmet. That is what it really comes down to. We found it in the crawl space of Ryan's parent's house, and the padding comes out in chunks so there are always little gray gooblins in my hair. Safety first I guess?! So like I mentioned before, my life is resembling Office Space, except for now I have the coolest job ever. I just have this "Piece of Flair" that used to make me giggle, now I just want to flip it off. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SmaKbuj7FUI/AAAAAAAABFw/E1hz_ouL-_I/s1600-h/FLAIR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SmaKbuj7FUI/AAAAAAAABFw/E1hz_ouL-_I/s320/FLAIR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361124615390958914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye "negative storm cloud ugly rotting meat in the garbage can with maggots squirming to and fro Hannah". I need to be "happy sunny positive dancing fluffy baby bunnies in a meadow of over sized daisies Hannah" (or something like that. positive! positive! positive!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does anyone know where I can buy stickers like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SmaINqszrYI/AAAAAAAABFg/92FNFgB0Ung/s1600-h/yes-man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SmaINqszrYI/AAAAAAAABFg/92FNFgB0Ung/s320/yes-man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361122174813056386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't change it... BEAUTIFY IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-5159585965378623914?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5159585965378623914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=5159585965378623914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/5159585965378623914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/5159585965378623914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-pieces-of-flair.html' title='My Piece of Flair'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SmaKmfQ6TGI/AAAAAAAABF4/ZjuNTWWA_Zk/s72-c/6a00e54feb614988330112797c68c128a4-800wi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-6494064670073207148</id><published>2009-06-11T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:38:11.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REPO! THE GENETIC AWFULNESS... and a trip down memory lane</title><content type='html'>First of all let me apologize for the last post. I am just very passionate about things like wearing shirts and bras and not kicking people in the face. I promise that I was not trying to be judgemental, I was just observing and then using reason to solve problems. Simple really! Well, I hope you found a little comedy in it.. you can only imagine little old me at that concert! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHEd0QomSI/AAAAAAAABD4/rygSGnq-_2c/s1600-h/repo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHEd0QomSI/AAAAAAAABD4/rygSGnq-_2c/s320/repo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346270249189153058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I saw a preview for this movie called &lt;strong&gt;Repo! The Genetic Opera&lt;/strong&gt; when we first got married and it sounded like something right up our alley! We were so excited we could hardly stand it. Basically it is a rock opera (rad right?) set in the future where a deadly disease has run rampant causing the failure of every one's organs. So then this company opens that manufactures genetically perfect organs for transplants.. and they offer a payment plan. So everyone gets these transplants and then when they can't pay the bills anymore the repo man comes and repossesses your organs and then you are dead. OK OK i know, Ryan and I are very morbid and have a very strange taste in movies. It really sounded like the coolest concept. So it came out on DVD and we went to Hastings almost daily to rent it, but it was always out. So one day we decided to buy it. It has Sarah Brightman in it...how bad could it be? Well lets just say it had Paris Hilton in it too.. and it was like the worst movie of all time. And we own it. I will say that Sarah Brightman had the coolest character and really did an amazing job, but the rest was pure ridiculousness. And the singing wasn't even that good! However there were some good laughs, like when Paris Hilton's face falls off. That was about it though. Can somebody please redo this movie? I can see it being so cool, and it wasn't! So disappointed! Anybody want a good laugh? I'll let you borrow it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of mutation, and genetically altered unethicalness, Ryan and I went to the Cold Water Fish Farm this weekend! Boy do I have memories there! My family used to go there all the time as a kid, and I was always so excited to catch a fish, but then my dad would make me hold the fish and I would scream and cry. He thought it was the funniest thing ever, and looking back on it, it was. I was the biggest wuss of all time. Now fast forward like 13 years and I'm in fly fishing class. Yes I took fly fishing, mostly because lots of cute guys took fly fishing and it counted as my gym credit. I had dressed in nasty school shorts and done my last push up by golly! So for our final in fly fishing we had to catch a fish at the trout farm... really difficult right? Those fish are like begging to bite your hook. The hard part? We had to gut our own fish, fillet it, and cook it. So I was behind a rock secretly paying boys off to whack my fish in the head with the wooden beater stick so it would die. I couldn't bring myself to do it. So inhumane. For the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, we were really bored on Saturday so we went fishing at the trout farm. Ryan got the pole and I got the food. I think fish farms are so cruel! They are born and raised only to get hooked in the eye by a fat kid who thinks it's funny to hook fish in the eye. And then there is the old guy who is bound and determined to get the biggest fish in the pond, even though they are all the same size, so every time he catches one he puts it back with no regard to the $5.00 fine. Seriously like all of the fish in there were mutilated, swimming around with one eye or half a lip. Not to mention that they are probably mutants to begin with! There were chairs, a cash register, and who knows what else in the bottom of the pond. What do they feed them anyway? You throw in a pellet of food and its like a mosh pit of fish swarm and fight over it. Poor fishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my babe fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHIoyQUhUI/AAAAAAAABEA/skjyi0cQcYw/s1600-h/IMG_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHIoyQUhUI/AAAAAAAABEA/skjyi0cQcYw/s320/IMG_1437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346274835676038466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the HUGE (tee hee) fish he caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHI-C2oYuI/AAAAAAAABEI/QjdtDGYZv4o/s1600-h/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHI-C2oYuI/AAAAAAAABEI/QjdtDGYZv4o/s320/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346275200908944098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is him putting it in the bucket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHJZL4s4mI/AAAAAAAABEQ/qQq9XqFxqsE/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHJZL4s4mI/AAAAAAAABEQ/qQq9XqFxqsE/s320/IMG_1442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346275667190014562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me holding the pole and pretending to fish. Only pretending because I think fish farms are mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHJ3nQfqdI/AAAAAAAABEY/kVawrGOq4KI/s1600-h/IMG_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHJ3nQfqdI/AAAAAAAABEY/kVawrGOq4KI/s320/IMG_1443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346276189933644242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are fish mosh pitting over a pellet of food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHKixF2TNI/AAAAAAAABEo/0GZrG2HCBnc/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHKixF2TNI/AAAAAAAABEo/0GZrG2HCBnc/s320/IMG_1445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346276931307719890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is dinner. Good job babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHKOXaQMEI/AAAAAAAABEg/PD0emZ2OPjE/s1600-h/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHKOXaQMEI/AAAAAAAABEg/PD0emZ2OPjE/s320/IMG_1447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346276580816597058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, did I tell you we went hiking up Waterfall Canyon? Well we did. It is like 5 minutes from our house. It was hot and my lungs exploded. But it was pretty at the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raggedy Exploded Lung Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHLS3QJ9cI/AAAAAAAABEw/m6byjHYBgNI/s1600-h/IMG_1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHLS3QJ9cI/AAAAAAAABEw/m6byjHYBgNI/s320/IMG_1432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346277757595284930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upbeat Happy In-Shape Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHLk20_Y8I/AAAAAAAABE4/rHJMlvr8ODc/s1600-h/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHLk20_Y8I/AAAAAAAABE4/rHJMlvr8ODc/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346278066718991298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHL3p3S53I/AAAAAAAABFA/11h-M3THorc/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHL3p3S53I/AAAAAAAABFA/11h-M3THorc/s320/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346278389656512370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-6494064670073207148?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6494064670073207148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=6494064670073207148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/6494064670073207148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/6494064670073207148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/repo-genetic-awfulness-and-trip-down.html' title='REPO! THE GENETIC AWFULNESS... and a trip down memory lane'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHEd0QomSI/AAAAAAAABD4/rygSGnq-_2c/s72-c/repo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-5907099151141163404</id><published>2009-06-11T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:03:57.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BASH 2009</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I marvel at how much I love my husband. This year we have had some money struggles, due to losing jobs, newlywed disease, etc..etc. My honey has had to pass up a concert or two. Anyone who really knows Ryan knows that he is a concert junkie, a roadie, a Trekkie, etc. I have felt pretty bad about his long lost love, music. So I heard on the radio that this years x96 BASH (aka Big A$$ Show, as it is so lovingly referred to) was coming up, and pretty affordable. It is an all day affair, seeing about 16 bands in all. I told Ryan to take the day off and bought the "pit pass" tickets he so desperately wanted. This years headliner was The Offspring, which I rolled my eyes at as an old memory resurfaced of our 6th Grade Graduation party at the Roller skating rink...yes I was in roller skates, yes everyone else was wearing roller blades, and yes "Pretty Fly for a White Guy" was playing in the background. Of course Ryan was excited, and I quickly started begging for him to invite his friends, so that someone would protect me while my favorite husband was in the mosh pit with all the other meat heads. Don't ask, he likes mosh pits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To no avail, the concert day came and no friends joined us. I was a little nervous because although I do consider myself rather schooled in the art of concerts (I've been to a billion) I had never been to one like this. Never to one this crazy, with this many people, in "The Pit". They might as well call it the "Cement Hole of Impending Doom" or "A Gathering Place of Death and Destruction" or perhaps "The Melting Pot" which could be taken in so many different ways, and yet every single one would explain this so called "Pit". I could only imagine the gore and pain that I was yet to endure. Not to mention the claustrophobia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear began as I was searching for my shoes. Ryan said,"You are wearing shoes...right?" What is that supposed to mean? Yes, I am wearing something on my feet. As I grabbed my flip flops, Ryan laughed at me and then handed me a pair of tennis shoes.. Stating "You are really going to want to wear these."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fright increased as we were driving down and Ryan said "We need to find a meeting spot for when we get separated." Separated? What? Who is going to hold my hand? Make sure some greasy man doesn't kidnap me? I regressed to a 5 year old. Don't mind me, I only went to Ecuador by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as we arrived in the parking lot of the USANNA Amphitheater I grabbed my cash, chap stick, and camera. All the necessities for an 8 hour concert. Ryan told me to quickly take a picture and then threw the camera in the trunk mumbling something about him not wanting it to get smashed or broken. Hmm... warm fuzzies. Ok so what if I get smashed and broken? (Boy did I ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus..the lone picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjGtsC88qaI/AAAAAAAABDQ/cE0hcNx36lU/s1600-h/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346245204883843490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjGtsC88qaI/AAAAAAAABDQ/cE0hcNx36lU/s320/IMG_1434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I know I promised I wouldn't post it, but it was the best out of three. And the Dazed and Confused is an amusing look for you. Unfortunately I was wearing the coolest Transformers shirt of all time and you can't even see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so to sum up my BASH experience, I would like to share some observations and food for thought, in case you are interested.. or bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE BANDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Billy Boy on Poison&lt;/span&gt;- When they came out I was like "Oh look babe, 12 year olds!" But they pretty much rocked my socks off. So I take it back, you are musically talented 12 year olds. PS! The drummer was a girl and she made all kinds of cool faces.. so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Airborne Toxic Event&lt;/span&gt;- Boy were you guys out of place! So refreshing though, and girl you rock the violin. Also props for playing the drums on the hood of a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Red Jumsuit Aparatus&lt;/span&gt;- MMHHmmmm I was so incredibly impressed and they were so amazing. And the lead singer had the silkiest smoothest most beautiful long hair I have ever seen. Thank you for not being greasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Offspring&lt;/span&gt;- Although I still am not a huge fan, mostly because all of their songs sound the same, I will say that I have a huge amount of respect for them now. The piano verion of Gone Away was breathtaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT SO FAVORITE BANDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everyone else that played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOD FOR THOUGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are security and give out wristbands at a concert, color coding them so that you know if they have paid to be in the pit or not, you probably shouldn't ask to see their ticket EVERY TIME they leave to get a drink or go to the bathroom over the course of 8 hours. It kind of defeats the purpose of having the wristband. The wristband did not make me feel cooler or anything like that. Save the trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If your name is Ryan or Hannah and you feel inclined to get a 21 and older wristband, not because you actually drink alcohol, because you don't, but because you think it is funny and you might feel more sophisticated... don't do it. Wristbands itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you want to be in "the pit" during an 8 hour long concert surrounded by mischievous characters, you should probably build yourself shoes made of steel to prevent people jumping on and breaking your toes. You should also make sure that the sole of your shoe is made of clouds.. preferably cumulus clouds, they are very puffy. 8 hours of standing in the same spot on cement is enough to kill a rhino. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are an abnormally skinny teenager that prefers not to take showers, and has backne issues... please for the love of all good things, please, please, please do not take off your shirt. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjG2R3RD2cI/AAAAAAAABDY/2U5CUMZvVM0/s1600-h/chickenpox-new-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346254650675026370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjG2R3RD2cI/AAAAAAAABDY/2U5CUMZvVM0/s320/chickenpox-new-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You may feel like you are macho, but you may also be spreading diseases, zits, or causing nausea and vomiting. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, we've all had a zit on our back, but even I, Hannah Elizabeth Zit Popping Queen of the Universe Goodrich did not want to touch you. I just got shoved into you, which could perhaps be the culprit of a breakout I had a few days later. Thanks a lot nasty shirtless kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you are over the age of 60, you probably shouldn't be in "the pit" and you probably shouldn't be drinking either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Girls should be required to wear bras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you are a mom, and bring your child to a concert, you probably shouldn't be in "the pit" either and you definitely shouldn't be dancing like you are a stripper. Especially when you are with the magic ninjas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If your name is Hannah and are afraid of painful things, you probably shouldn't be in "the pit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you love your husband more than anything in the world, you will probably be in "the pit" anyway, despite the near death experiences that await you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjG6J6H6wSI/AAAAAAAABDg/WhzgDt8YaK0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346258912049545506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjG6J6H6wSI/AAAAAAAABDg/WhzgDt8YaK0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You should NOT go crowd surfing if:&lt;br /&gt;A. You are a person and don't want to be hated by me.&lt;br /&gt;B. If you are a "bigger boned" girl..You will get dropped, and your clothes may not cover you. You don't see me crowd surfing do you?&lt;br /&gt;C. You are not fully prepared to get dropped on your head on the cement with blood spewing everywhere and suffer a brain injury.&lt;br /&gt;D. If you don't like to annoy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CROWD SURFERS! They totally destroyed me. Every time I turned around they would kick me in the face or be coming right over the top of me. I DO NOT LIKE YOU CROWD SURFER PEOPLE.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjG6pPPt8oI/AAAAAAAABDo/Fz8pryN0wtI/s1600-h/no_crowd_surfing_tshirt-p235309456518438333t5tr_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346259450295349890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjG6pPPt8oI/AAAAAAAABDo/Fz8pryN0wtI/s320/no_crowd_surfing_tshirt-p235309456518438333t5tr_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you are right in front by the fence, you may get severed at the waist. People push..hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last I checked, they didn't say anything about a swimming party. Please refrain from throwing your bottled water, 2 gallon milk jug full of water, beer, and/or any other liquid on me. I get cold and grossed out easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Mosh Pits. Oh the phenomena of the universe. What drives people to run around in a circle like headless chickens pushing each other and yelling? What a bunch of nonsense. I do not want to be bumped in to, or publicly embarrass myself, so I think I will decline the innate invitation to mosh pit. Love you honey, but I'll never understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you are a girl, you probably shouldn't be in a mosh pit. Oh yes, there will be blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you insist on looking like any of these guys, you are destined to look out of place going to a concert put on by a local radio station. Wrong concert my friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHRZ41D2PI/AAAAAAAABFI/f2wIIgQiPvo/s1600-h/cradle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346284475347359986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjHRZ41D2PI/AAAAAAAABFI/f2wIIgQiPvo/s320/cradle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Deodorant is a wonderful thing. Use it. You people stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you are claustrophobic in any sense of the word.. stay out of "the pit". &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjG-ZPCzVoI/AAAAAAAABDw/oT4tvmJ7ioU/s1600-h/12-big-mosh-pit-2007-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346263573409781378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjG-ZPCzVoI/AAAAAAAABDw/oT4tvmJ7ioU/s320/12-big-mosh-pit-2007-copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you are still reading this, you must be bored, I love you, and I really am not cruel to people. I just say it how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did have fun I promise! It was an experience to say the least, and I was one of the few to walk away with very few injuries. Yay me! Yay for being married! Yay for my cute husband! And three cheers that I'm not standing on that cement anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-5907099151141163404?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5907099151141163404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=5907099151141163404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/5907099151141163404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/5907099151141163404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/bash-2009.html' title='BASH 2009'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SjGtsC88qaI/AAAAAAAABDQ/cE0hcNx36lU/s72-c/IMG_1434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-6164494024426703708</id><published>2009-05-27T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:06:46.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Benjamin Button had a favorite food...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sh4Mbu_zWQI/AAAAAAAABC4/8pvX7l___ko/s1600-h/141352636_5a24868086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sh4Mbu_zWQI/AAAAAAAABC4/8pvX7l___ko/s320/141352636_5a24868086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340719878719625474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..it would be graham crackers!! Instead of getting stale, they miraculously get softer and more delicious the longer the package is open! It perhaps is the most scrumptious thing I have had in ages! I am amazed! If you don't believe me, open a package of graham crackers and leave them sitting there for a week or two! Its the best! Who needs milk anyway? Milk is for squares (or rich people)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Button says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sh4NQNENgTI/AAAAAAAABDI/iex2eP1j_Sc/s1600-h/benjaminbutton-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sh4NQNENgTI/AAAAAAAABDI/iex2eP1j_Sc/s400/benjaminbutton-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340720780144378162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT OLD GRAHAM CRACKERS! They will make you big and strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-6164494024426703708?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6164494024426703708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=6164494024426703708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/6164494024426703708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/6164494024426703708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-benjamin-button-had-favorite-food.html' title='If Benjamin Button had a favorite food...'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sh4Mbu_zWQI/AAAAAAAABC4/8pvX7l___ko/s72-c/141352636_5a24868086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-1191398046684156412</id><published>2009-05-13T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:22:41.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...And Then There Was None</title><content type='html'>Ok so I know it has been like forever and a day...or a couple of months! I can't believe how crazy life can get! What's new you ask? Everything and nothing. Ryan and I are loving being married and spend most of our time contemplating how to take over the world! HA! Actually most of the time we are just big bums. Which I love, by the way. We did go see Wolverine, which rocked my socks off. We also went and saw Star Trek, which left my socks and shoes on. Sorry honey, the guy in it was good looking, but that was about it. Long live the republic... I mean Live long and prosper. OH THE TREKKIES! Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm proud to say that Ryan got a job as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sgs5XL7H84I/AAAAAAAABCw/YgWEoWJIunw/s1600-h/garbage_can.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sgs5XL7H84I/AAAAAAAABCw/YgWEoWJIunw/s320/garbage_can.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335421254051033986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a GARBAGE MAN! It's really like my dream come true to have a garbage man for a husband. Just as long as he takes a shower when he comes home :) I am working at the hospital and also taking care of the sweetest little girl on the planet! It is my favorite job, seriously! Her name is Samantha and she has special needs. We have a ton of fun together singing songs and watching Barney. She also has twin brothers that are the best kids in the whole world. I love my job, can you tell?! Life is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reference to my blog title this glorious day, let's just take a moment to delve in to one of my favorites. It all started when I was in elementary school. I was completely in obsession with all things mystery. I loved playing Clue, Nancy Drew, you name it, if it was mystery I loved it. I would think up little mysteries around the house and tried to solve them, for example who ate my last snack pack chocolate pudding etc etc. Then there was Masterpiece Mystery! It was this awful BBC show that aired on PBS every friday night (I know, I was a total geek.) I certainly thought it was rockin! Then there was Alfred Hitchcock movies and books and books and books. I was introduced to Agatha Christie when I was probably in the 2nd grade. My Grandma Honey had an entire collection of Agatha Christie books and short stories on tape. I used to listen to them while I took a nap on her day bed. For those who aren't familiar &lt;em&gt;And Then There Were None&lt;/em&gt; is one of Agatha Christie's most famous books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that nonsense aside, And Then There Was None is actually referring to my hair, which I chopped off last week! HA! And you thought I was going to go into some in depth discussion about philosophy or something. Or that I had really bad grammar! I fooled you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sgs3G-s1TII/AAAAAAAABCg/N7Ih7hGGZUA/s1600-h/IMG_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sgs3G-s1TII/AAAAAAAABCg/N7Ih7hGGZUA/s320/IMG_1403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335418776600267906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sgs3YT5lFcI/AAAAAAAABCo/Wior-H6kg74/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sgs3YT5lFcI/AAAAAAAABCo/Wior-H6kg74/s320/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335419074348651970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY for a change! If only I could loose weight as fast as I cut my hair! Oh the joys of the newlywed 10! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next.. The mysterious hauntings of our ghost Kyle, and possibly some pictures of our humble abode!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-1191398046684156412?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1191398046684156412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=1191398046684156412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/1191398046684156412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/1191398046684156412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-then-there-was-none.html' title='...And Then There Was None'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sgs5XL7H84I/AAAAAAAABCw/YgWEoWJIunw/s72-c/garbage_can.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-2615197415357703875</id><published>2009-04-22T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:04:21.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....And Zombies!</title><content type='html'>In case you were wondering, this is my new favorite find from the bookstore...and also what I'm currently reading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Se_K2tMs4sI/AAAAAAAABCY/LZWwjkb4zwY/s1600-h/3273906769_9c0ef92112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Se_K2tMs4sI/AAAAAAAABCY/LZWwjkb4zwY/s400/3273906769_9c0ef92112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327699925397201602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much the coolest thing ever! In case you are interested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains." So begins Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, an expanded edition of the beloved Jane Austen novel featuring all-new scenes of bone-crunching zombie mayhem. As our story opens, a mysterious plague has fallen upon the quiet English village of Meryton—and the dead are returning to life! Feisty heroine Elizabeth Bennet is determined to wipe out the zombie menace, but she's soon distracted by the arrival of the haughty and arrogant Mr. Darcy. What ensues is a delightful comedy of manners with plenty of civilized sparring between the two young lovers—and even more violent sparring on the blood-soaked battlefield as Elizabeth wages war against hordes of flesh-eating undead. Can she vanquish the spawn of Satan? And overcome the social prejudices of the class-conscious landed gentry? Complete with romance, heartbreak, swordfights, cannibalism, and thousands of rotting corpses, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies transforms a masterpiece of world literature into something you'd actually want to read. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I've been living with Ryan too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.. Does anyone even read this anymore? I'm still here, I promise. Oh and we are getting internet at our house tomorrow! Yipee! Many much more blogging to come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-2615197415357703875?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2615197415357703875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=2615197415357703875&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/2615197415357703875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/2615197415357703875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-zombies.html' title='....And Zombies!'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Se_K2tMs4sI/AAAAAAAABCY/LZWwjkb4zwY/s72-c/3273906769_9c0ef92112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-3493496828919796675</id><published>2009-04-05T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:38:28.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babar and Pre-Wedding Craziness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I thought I should write a quick post about a few fun things that we did before the wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a bunch of really fun bridal showers and get togethers with my friends. My good friend Stephanie took me out to dinner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkB5L8eR_I/AAAAAAAABBY/epiBBlLdjWs/s1600-h/IMG_1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321286516685555698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkB5L8eR_I/AAAAAAAABBY/epiBBlLdjWs/s400/IMG_1320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends at work threw me a Bachelorette party complete with bowling, feather boas and a naughty cake..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkCe8C7BNI/AAAAAAAABBg/5XygPUFIqNc/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkCe8C7BNI/AAAAAAAABBg/5XygPUFIqNc/s400/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321287165252666578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to go to Arizona for my dad's wedding. They got married in the Mesa Arizona Temple and had a reception dinner at the coolest place ever (complete with an Alice in Wonderland themed room!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkDCUZ9TDI/AAAAAAAABBo/4VaWsL5Wfj0/s1600-h/IMG_1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkDCUZ9TDI/AAAAAAAABBo/4VaWsL5Wfj0/s400/IMG_1307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321287773087157298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkDPezsj1I/AAAAAAAABBw/fzLt3bau4VY/s1600-h/IMG_1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkDPezsj1I/AAAAAAAABBw/fzLt3bau4VY/s400/IMG_1312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321287999217766226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkDeHdr9QI/AAAAAAAABB4/tkONsIrHPpc/s1600-h/IMG_1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkDeHdr9QI/AAAAAAAABB4/tkONsIrHPpc/s400/IMG_1313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321288250649474306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found a little Babar elephant statue outside so we jumped on to take some pictures before we got caught! We're bandits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkD6xSxVDI/AAAAAAAABCA/MxGQVrfwl2A/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkD6xSxVDI/AAAAAAAABCA/MxGQVrfwl2A/s400/IMG_1316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321288742914315314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkEJVulcyI/AAAAAAAABCI/Mt0nBXyQ5x4/s1600-h/IMG_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkEJVulcyI/AAAAAAAABCI/Mt0nBXyQ5x4/s400/IMG_1318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321288993212822306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Dad and Lori!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkGWzkGj7I/AAAAAAAABCQ/A-x-nfi0ZMs/s1600-h/IMG_1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkGWzkGj7I/AAAAAAAABCQ/A-x-nfi0ZMs/s320/IMG_1306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321291423583473586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-3493496828919796675?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3493496828919796675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=3493496828919796675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/3493496828919796675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/3493496828919796675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/babar-and-pre-wedding-craziness.html' title='Babar and Pre-Wedding Craziness!'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdkB5L8eR_I/AAAAAAAABBY/epiBBlLdjWs/s72-c/IMG_1320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-1789932245490786403</id><published>2009-04-05T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:03:56.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymooners!</title><content type='html'>Ryan and I got to go on a cruise to the Western Caribbean for our honeymoon! We had a total blast, and have so many crazy stories! We flew to Houston and stayed in a really nice hotel. Then we made our way to Galveston, which is where our ship left from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjtm6DpUnI/AAAAAAAAA9A/JRlOrOjR810/s1600-h/IMG_1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321264212413600370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjtm6DpUnI/AAAAAAAAA9A/JRlOrOjR810/s400/IMG_1324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this crazy lifeboat drill where we got to try on our life vests in case we titanic ed it up. There were enough life boats for everyone... I counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjt03CDHAI/AAAAAAAAA9I/UplapVIIsBc/s1600-h/IMG_1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321264452119763970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjt03CDHAI/AAAAAAAAA9I/UplapVIIsBc/s400/IMG_1328.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;p&gt;Ryan had a goal to take a picture off our balcony at each port.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Galveston..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjuABbCDFI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/foLDRjZhRDc/s1600-h/IMG_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321264643887467602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjuABbCDFI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/foLDRjZhRDc/s400/IMG_1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At dinner...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjuJyfAxpI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/12h3dtiYKkw/s1600-h/IMG_1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321264811676321426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjuJyfAxpI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/12h3dtiYKkw/s400/IMG_1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner buddies Rebecca and Nelson... they were from South Carolina. She called him her "Sweet Man" and he called her "girlfriend" and he also called their cabin steward "Embryo" because he couldn't remember her real name, which was Ernesta. Not that hard.. :) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjuSZ6_xxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/NIBVKVsfl7k/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321264959701632786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjuSZ6_xxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/NIBVKVsfl7k/s400/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We really loved the towel animals that they left on our bed every night..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjuiuPiKCI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Fc8i8XuHXQY/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321265240034388002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjuiuPiKCI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Fc8i8XuHXQY/s400/IMG_1340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjwj6-QiiI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/FxWpQkj7iN8/s1600-h/IMG_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321267459654715938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjwj6-QiiI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/FxWpQkj7iN8/s400/IMG_1374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjwbNK0N3I/AAAAAAAAA_I/zPyv-kAKwQI/s1600-h/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321267309920401266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjwbNK0N3I/AAAAAAAAA_I/zPyv-kAKwQI/s400/IMG_1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jamaica..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjuvYqTdOI/AAAAAAAAA9w/pO76TUKGQjo/s1600-h/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321265457579390178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjuvYqTdOI/AAAAAAAAA9w/pO76TUKGQjo/s400/IMG_1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan was a little scardy cat when we got to Jamaica. It reminded me a lot of Ecuador, so I felt right at home. This was our little driver...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjvLjv3hEI/AAAAAAAAA-I/6V5Z4VPhw8k/s1600-h/IMG_1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321265941591852098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjvLjv3hEI/AAAAAAAAA-I/6V5Z4VPhw8k/s400/IMG_1353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was his van..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjvcGCRtzI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ny44eMddTfA/s1600-h/IMG_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266225673778994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjvcGCRtzI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ny44eMddTfA/s400/IMG_1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjvUJPCUNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/zwp1oFoVZTM/s1600-h/IMG_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266089093648594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjvUJPCUNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/zwp1oFoVZTM/s400/IMG_1355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Driver jumped out of the car in the middle of "inner city" Jamaica. We had no idea where he was going, and I'll admit it was a little creepy. He came back like 10 minutes later with a bag full of sugar cane for us to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjvAVRk-jI/AAAAAAAAA-A/vf4Jn2FbEMU/s1600-h/IMG_1350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321265748728150578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjvAVRk-jI/AAAAAAAAA-A/vf4Jn2FbEMU/s400/IMG_1350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdju4Q6PZDI/AAAAAAAAA94/qSCpIQOdScU/s1600-h/IMG_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321265610117571634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdju4Q6PZDI/AAAAAAAAA94/qSCpIQOdScU/s400/IMG_1348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the while our driver was picking up women and making drug deals out the window :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got to eat some authentic Jamaican jerk chicken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjvk_XHqCI/AAAAAAAAA-g/wC-O9RX-V48/s1600-h/IMG_1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266378500974626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjvk_XHqCI/AAAAAAAAA-g/wC-O9RX-V48/s400/IMG_1359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked past Rehab bar and grill... subtle message huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjvvc66F4I/AAAAAAAAA-o/QjlC6ZudU1E/s1600-h/IMG_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266558234400642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjvvc66F4I/AAAAAAAAA-o/QjlC6ZudU1E/s400/IMG_1360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this amazing little beach, and it was totally private!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjv9Uvsu4I/AAAAAAAAA-w/bjobKa0nSLY/s1600-h/IMG_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266796558072706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjv9Uvsu4I/AAAAAAAAA-w/bjobKa0nSLY/s400/IMG_1363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjwF2ksUfI/AAAAAAAAA-4/LRCtwBc28nQ/s1600-h/IMG_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266943077667314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjwF2ksUfI/AAAAAAAAA-4/LRCtwBc28nQ/s400/IMG_1368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to pay $5 for this picture..Ryan was not happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjwO5ZeX6I/AAAAAAAAA_A/6zpwey5mS2Y/s1600-h/IMG_1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321267098454744994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjwO5ZeX6I/AAAAAAAAA_A/6zpwey5mS2Y/s400/IMG_1371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Cayman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjyzlRI2II/AAAAAAAABAg/4NblHNVD4m4/s1600-h/IMG_1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321269927729485954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjyzlRI2II/AAAAAAAABAg/4NblHNVD4m4/s400/IMG_1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Comment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjyrHLQnVI/AAAAAAAABAY/lVI5uAJ25D0/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321269782212812114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjyrHLQnVI/AAAAAAAABAY/lVI5uAJ25D0/s400/IMG_1400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both got our hair beaded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjyfdjCLqI/AAAAAAAABAQ/39DOs8P2rCc/s1600-h/IMG_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321269582059679394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjyfdjCLqI/AAAAAAAABAQ/39DOs8P2rCc/s400/IMG_1396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice beads Ryan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjySPS6Z_I/AAAAAAAABAI/A-_Zm7xa3rs/s1600-h/IMG_1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321269354895665138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjySPS6Z_I/AAAAAAAABAI/A-_Zm7xa3rs/s400/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous 7 Mile Beach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjyFrACy4I/AAAAAAAABAA/BvbNIPVI15g/s1600-h/IMG_1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321269138994416514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjyFrACy4I/AAAAAAAABAA/BvbNIPVI15g/s400/IMG_1391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjxvC1IQHI/AAAAAAAAA_4/JllfrgdNTFs/s1600-h/IMG_1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321268750254096498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjxvC1IQHI/AAAAAAAAA_4/JllfrgdNTFs/s400/IMG_1385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to go parasailing and saw a big sea turtle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite 80's hair picture of Ryan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjxhpSw48I/AAAAAAAAA_w/bUmWrn5kUB8/s1600-h/IMG_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321268520060773314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjxhpSw48I/AAAAAAAAA_w/bUmWrn5kUB8/s400/IMG_1384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjxUp5bSSI/AAAAAAAAA_o/tDoHvMtSFNE/s1600-h/IMG_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321268296884635938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjxUp5bSSI/AAAAAAAAA_o/tDoHvMtSFNE/s400/IMG_1380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjxGQmXqRI/AAAAAAAAA_g/wFPMcC_jbak/s1600-h/IMG_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321268049575651602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjxGQmXqRI/AAAAAAAAA_g/wFPMcC_jbak/s400/IMG_1379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjw0Dm8SsI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/QONxix7ALAM/s1600-h/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321267736850746050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjw0Dm8SsI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/QONxix7ALAM/s400/IMG_1378.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozumel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjzBR6f1lI/AAAAAAAABAo/ooZ7-dY2igE/s1600-h/IMG_2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321270163052418642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjzBR6f1lI/AAAAAAAABAo/ooZ7-dY2igE/s400/IMG_2317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Lloyd, our favorite entertainer on the ship. He was like a Beatle.. or wishes he was one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjzUGKWzhI/AAAAAAAABAw/rhAdrgt-g0Y/s1600-h/IMG_2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321270486315224594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjzUGKWzhI/AAAAAAAABAw/rhAdrgt-g0Y/s400/IMG_2320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise was awesome! We definitely had a lot of laughs and made great memories!&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we had a 12 hour wait in the Houston airport. So we made a little bum bead with a scrappy airplane blanket I had in my purse and watched movies on Ryan's zune in the corner. It made us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjzqqFqviI/AAAAAAAABBA/_iQKDLaX33k/s1600-h/IMG_2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321270873916358178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjzqqFqviI/AAAAAAAABBA/_iQKDLaX33k/s400/IMG_2327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjzg0U3GLI/AAAAAAAABA4/C3J-W4vd2PY/s1600-h/IMG_2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321270704865745074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjzg0U3GLI/AAAAAAAABA4/C3J-W4vd2PY/s400/IMG_2324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, this was our first dinner in our little house. What a delicate cuisine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdj0Sa12woI/AAAAAAAABBQ/-bI905H0AcA/s1600-h/IMG_2331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321271557018272386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdj0Sa12woI/AAAAAAAABBQ/-bI905H0AcA/s400/IMG_2331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdj0C0i-L1I/AAAAAAAABBI/EKeIjVr1r0Y/s1600-h/IMG_2330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321271289040482130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdj0C0i-L1I/AAAAAAAABBI/EKeIjVr1r0Y/s400/IMG_2330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we are happy to be home, and we love each other like crazy!&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/1370133599757831849-1789932245490786403?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1789932245490786403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=1789932245490786403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/1789932245490786403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/1789932245490786403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/honeymooners.html' title='Honeymooners!'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjtm6DpUnI/AAAAAAAAA9A/JRlOrOjR810/s72-c/IMG_1324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-4837492962466944536</id><published>2009-04-05T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:38:06.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time!!</title><content type='html'>Our reception was such a blast! Ryan and I are totally crazy (I'm sure you know this) and we wanted our reception to be anything but ordinary. We decided to go with an Alice in Wonderland theme, like the Mad Hatter tea party, just creepy Tim Burton style. We love the Lewis Carrol version and wanted to mirror that fun, but dark awesomeness. I even got my bridesmaids to wear striped tights! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321247039813090242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjd_VIoe8I/AAAAAAAAA6g/ojRpv-scwP4/s320/mj-3427+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321247793599066834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjerNNNstI/AAAAAAAAA6w/9L9e8twVJHM/s320/mj-3468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321247292348204562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjeOB5shhI/AAAAAAAAA6o/fS4P9UGuXtA/s320/mj-3439+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321248118706548178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdje-IU4LdI/AAAAAAAAA64/gvKWkHnUTmA/s320/mj-3499+hi+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321248346893467506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjfLaY4P3I/AAAAAAAAA7A/fxPFufjUx2k/s400/mj-3502+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321248826935362690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjfnWryRII/AAAAAAAAA7I/4YaEvzb7G_0/s400/mj-3512+hi+crp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321249230489219010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjf-2Chb8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/5rO7icDDELI/s400/mj-3527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321249661836205426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjgX87qHXI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/PkiEc9H6Uqg/s400/mj-3530+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321249951597289026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjgo0YFXkI/AAAAAAAAA7g/sXHJ2Epu38E/s400/mj-3547+hi+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321250359527663714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjhAkCQ6GI/AAAAAAAAA7o/g8ZOuSQFbkw/s400/mj-3555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We wanted to have a unique first dance so we started out traditional with "Hey Jude", our favorite Beatles song. Then about 15 seconds in to it we busted out some moves to "Twist and Shout".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321251508432382370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjiDcCfqaI/AAAAAAAAA8A/lZ5kS05nGYM/s400/mj-3627+bww2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321250708485812338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjhU4AXsHI/AAAAAAAAA7w/rKkZ5dnx-NA/s400/mj-3584+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321251066887968674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjhpvKGl6I/AAAAAAAAA74/VpcclDtNIz0/s400/mj-3598+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Our cake was a topsy survey cake, that fit our theme so well!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321252341977430850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjiz9PHu0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/l0O4AePRClQ/s400/mj-3651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We cut our cake with a samari sword that my grandpa got from World War II. It is tradition in my family, my mom used the same sword at her wedding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321252737676221090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjjK_VEGqI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ZYAxdLQp9dQ/s400/mj-3658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321253032328884034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjjcI_u70I/AAAAAAAAA8g/Psjw-b3hvrA/s400/mj-3671+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321253347782696482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjjugJyHiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/KeI15rM57Ns/s400/mj-3673+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bouquet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321253763903851282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjkGuUzCxI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Ev48R_val4I/s400/mj-3697+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the garter..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321254087554059266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdjkZkBBTAI/AAAAAAAAA84/zVqW-KANrUM/s400/mj-3720+hi+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; And there you have it! Cool party eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-4837492962466944536?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4837492962466944536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=4837492962466944536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/4837492962466944536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/4837492962466944536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/party-time.html' title='Party Time!!'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/Sdjd_VIoe8I/AAAAAAAAA6g/ojRpv-scwP4/s72-c/mj-3427+hi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-80119767016191397</id><published>2009-03-25T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:40:57.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Married!!!</title><content type='html'>We are so in love it's amazing! Being married is the best thing that has ever happened to me! Sorry for the delay in posting... we don't have internet in our cubby of a house. And let me just tell you... a cubby it is. More to come on that later! So you are now reading a post from the new Hannah Elizabeth Goodrich! I feel new and improved, like an update on my computer. Just not the annoying ones :) Married life is so much fun. I love waking up every morning and thinking "Oh! You're still here!". We feel like two big kids playing house, but we have so much fun! We had the most amazing wedding day ever. We got married at 11:00 am at the Salt Lake City Temple, and we were one of only two weddings that day! Can you believe it?! That never happens! The other wedding wasn't until the afternoon, so we had the place all to ourselves! Kudos to us for deciding to get married on a Wednesday! The pictures afterward were a a lot of fun, mostly because there were killer winds and everyone was suffering from blown away syndrome and thereslotsofjunkinmyeyessoithinki'llmakefunnyfaces disease. It made for some really fun pictures! PS. Did I tell you that we had the most amazing photographer EVER? Her name is Terra and her company is called &lt;a href="http://www.magnifiquephotography.com/"&gt;Magnifique Photography&lt;/a&gt;. Please visit her website! I know Ryan and I will use her for all of our photography needs for the rest of our lives! Here are some of my favorites of the wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319581856038770882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdLzg4LN2MI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/F6ctRYM67Qg/s320/hr-0330+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319582437019423522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL0CsfzEyI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/2TmEX2M3vmA/s320/hr-3141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319584389611292482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL10Wd-h0I/AAAAAAAAA4w/oB6uZKhHQHk/s320/hr-3285+vint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319582986338423154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL0iq3p0XI/AAAAAAAAA4g/nizedtD6ys0/s320/hr-3208+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319584697644236050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL2GR-wPRI/AAAAAAAAA44/RZyxST5IRL8/s320/hr-3298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319585014388111186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL2Yt8YN1I/AAAAAAAAA5A/SA1UGtJY4fA/s320/hr-3302+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319585388103080898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL2ueI-G8I/AAAAAAAAA5I/sJvk1F1vCS4/s320/hr-3305+vin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319585753428138562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL3DvFQGkI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/X-gavvwqWLs/s320/hr-3331+xproc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our attempt at recreating the album cover of "Abbey Road" by the Beatles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319586272992140706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL3h-m9naI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/0l25SoG_UkY/s320/hr-3357+vint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319586640093721394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL33WKzMzI/AAAAAAAAA5g/YAYs_YuL5kk/s320/hr-3374+xproc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319587113264113746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL4S43aaFI/AAAAAAAAA5o/iXX5HNCwMoM/s320/hr-3382+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319587458479738322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL4m-5OzdI/AAAAAAAAA5w/2GMZEUzrjig/s320/hr-3387+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319587735450127186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL43GsHi1I/AAAAAAAAA54/wcMn8ULbF_o/s320/hr-3391+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319588007911968722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL5G9sFT9I/AAAAAAAAA6A/bx7NZShg8m8/s320/hr-3399+cshy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319588309715978546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL5Yh_xCTI/AAAAAAAAA6I/KCurvIRiJck/s320/hr-3409+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319590189118009234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL7F7UIL5I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/PgFHmLCn5bc/s320/274HannahRyanwed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319588839523731138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdL53XrxxsI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kq2et6CXIGY/s320/hr-3413+vint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I have time for, for now. The reception pictures and honeymoon to come later this week so watch out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS I love my husband!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-80119767016191397?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/80119767016191397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=80119767016191397&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/80119767016191397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/80119767016191397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-married.html' title='We&apos;re Married!!!'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SdLzg4LN2MI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/F6ctRYM67Qg/s72-c/hr-0330+hi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370133599757831849.post-8355264126439117872</id><published>2009-02-03T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:32:48.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagements!!</title><content type='html'>It's me, HANNAH (soon to be Goodrich!)! New blog, but same old me! Glad you made it! Well, I'm getting married to the love of my life in 4 weeks and am so excited I can barely stand myself! We got our engagements done on Saturday and so I thought it would be fitting to post some of our favorites, so you could get to know us a little better! They are so us!! Here you go... (if you want to see them bigger just click on them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkLMOmiOzI/AAAAAAAAAzo/1txgsZ37oAU/s1600-h/hr-1186+bww2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298778741284158258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkLMOmiOzI/AAAAAAAAAzo/1txgsZ37oAU/s320/hr-1186+bww2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298782259559997186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkOZBM3HwI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Lmk9cXKPHIE/s320/hr-1277+edit+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298783014410154834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkPE9PKc1I/AAAAAAAAA1A/wmlyIL1RV64/s320/hr-1286+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298782685991452706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkOx1yCwCI/AAAAAAAAA04/c-u6tEMU_iw/s320/hr-1280+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkIkvyj81I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/WdY-5p-KIjw/s1600-h/hr-1166+vint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298775863974949714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkIkvyj81I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/WdY-5p-KIjw/s320/hr-1166+vint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkJJXbfUNI/AAAAAAAAAzY/lDFz9Qv-w64/s1600-h/hr-1173+hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298776493090885842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkJJXbfUNI/AAAAAAAAAzY/lDFz9Qv-w64/s320/hr-1173+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298790802032093090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkWKQY656I/AAAAAAAAA4A/hDLJMfTM3l0/s320/hr-1471+vint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkJ69zMwRI/AAAAAAAAAzg/VsteOtvZgpA/s1600-h/hr-1179+hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298777345204470034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkJ69zMwRI/AAAAAAAAAzg/VsteOtvZgpA/s320/hr-1179+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkLinpxd6I/AAAAAAAAAzw/oSlVpxRUNyg/s1600-h/hr-1188+vint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298779125965748130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkLinpxd6I/AAAAAAAAAzw/oSlVpxRUNyg/s320/hr-1188+vint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298789966406945634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkVZncXC2I/AAAAAAAAA3o/_iJmudNcsp0/s320/hr-1460+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkL5BFmYeI/AAAAAAAAAz4/L8nW1G-gk8A/s1600-h/hr-1226+hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298779510750470626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkL5BFmYeI/AAAAAAAAAz4/L8nW1G-gk8A/s320/hr-1226+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkMPvwCVFI/AAAAAAAAA0A/aE-2jkgNXzo/s1600-h/hr-1233+bww2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298779901233615954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkMPvwCVFI/AAAAAAAAA0A/aE-2jkgNXzo/s320/hr-1233+bww2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298784246310492290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkQMqbF2II/AAAAAAAAA1Y/D0csoz4s0tg/s320/hr-1333+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkMlALp1oI/AAAAAAAAA0I/pLj32amXQ6c/s1600-h/hr-1238+hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298780266421671554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkMlALp1oI/AAAAAAAAA0I/pLj32amXQ6c/s320/hr-1238+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298787561824931378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkTNprVTjI/AAAAAAAAA2o/mCK6VDv_6lo/s320/hr-1425+bww1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkM76FSJmI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LSk8e9f1OWY/s1600-h/hr-1240+hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298780659921331810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkM76FSJmI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LSk8e9f1OWY/s320/hr-1240+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkNRqcS5cI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/WXK_uHR5pEM/s1600-h/hr-1245+vin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298781033680004546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkNRqcS5cI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/WXK_uHR5pEM/s320/hr-1245+vin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkNmPPCy5I/AAAAAAAAA0g/RfevlOEFgxw/s1600-h/hr-1249+vint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298781387153918866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkNmPPCy5I/AAAAAAAAA0g/RfevlOEFgxw/s320/hr-1249+vint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298788965942522434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkUfYbDckI/AAAAAAAAA3I/PiJQFsi_FBc/s320/hr-1447+chsy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkODCJ3ZKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/WgXx32a5MjA/s1600-h/hr-1265+hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298781881858745506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkODCJ3ZKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/WgXx32a5MjA/s320/hr-1265+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298790196821240866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkVnBzaLCI/AAAAAAAAA3w/Ev6O-V7pTms/s320/hr-1465+ed+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkPnCWNHOI/AAAAAAAAA1I/7qxSZtmBLe0/s1600-h/hr-1296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298783599897418978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkPnCWNHOI/AAAAAAAAA1I/7qxSZtmBLe0/s320/hr-1296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298788523026606626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkUFmbq6iI/AAAAAAAAA3A/dQNSo7WsTnI/s320/hr-1446+chsy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkP526urqI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/cyMRTrmIZAQ/s1600-h/hr-1313+hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298783923246902946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkP526urqI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/cyMRTrmIZAQ/s320/hr-1313+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298786749866377762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkSeY5VAiI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/gVFUWeME2JY/s320/hr-1405+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkQhNpYhTI/AAAAAAAAA1g/8YqYPF01W2Y/s1600-h/hr-1345+fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298784599363061042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkQhNpYhTI/AAAAAAAAA1g/8YqYPF01W2Y/s320/hr-1345+fp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298789176542567058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkUro-BGpI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/v5YWD3ftfns/s320/hr-1448+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkQ0baw_MI/AAAAAAAAA1o/99aMGmnPh3c/s1600-h/hr-1354+hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298784929477360834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkQ0baw_MI/AAAAAAAAA1o/99aMGmnPh3c/s320/hr-1354+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298786436241990802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkSMIjcpJI/AAAAAAAAA2I/D2GCjAFpUWM/s320/hr-1378+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkRHskOqdI/AAAAAAAAA1w/E2lKv-tHKIA/s1600-h/hr-1358+vint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298785260497971666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkRHskOqdI/AAAAAAAAA1w/E2lKv-tHKIA/s320/hr-1358+vint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkRmfvD-VI/AAAAAAAAA14/mlAq3hN2Oyk/s1600-h/hr-1374+hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298785789629692242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkRmfvD-VI/AAAAAAAAA14/mlAq3hN2Oyk/s320/hr-1374+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298787347559914770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkTBLeknRI/AAAAAAAAA2g/yKri-bzmTFQ/s320/hr-1424+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkR4_hkPnI/AAAAAAAAA2A/cl58YX94osE/s1600-h/hr-1376+hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298786107400666738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkR4_hkPnI/AAAAAAAAA2A/cl58YX94osE/s320/hr-1376+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298789469677858514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkU8s-6rtI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/0bdFJmzSqG8/s320/hr-1454+hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298787036260573570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkSvDzBoYI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/VyJzsBxCIQ8/s320/hr-1418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkV2054LgI/AAAAAAAAA34/BfyHw1vHjuo/s1600-h/hr-1467+vint+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298790468236619266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkV2054LgI/AAAAAAAAA34/BfyHw1vHjuo/s320/hr-1467+vint+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkVJfvN3vI/AAAAAAAAA3g/YTEAVp531ks/s1600-h/hr-1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298789689460645618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkVJfvN3vI/AAAAAAAAA3g/YTEAVp531ks/s320/hr-1457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkT3UTkB-I/AAAAAAAAA24/WdEj372ooO8/s1600-h/hr-1438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298788277642594274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkT3UTkB-I/AAAAAAAAA24/WdEj372ooO8/s320/hr-1438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkTdjXqRcI/AAAAAAAAA2w/LzjHq3veMDg/s1600-h/hr-1429+bww2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298787835009713602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkTdjXqRcI/AAAAAAAAA2w/LzjHq3veMDg/s320/hr-1429+bww2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS!Are you still alive? There are a lot eh? I have no idea how I'm going to decide! What do you think? Any favorites? We have the most amazing photographer ever!! Her name is Terra Cooper and you can find more of her work (even though we are the coolest clients ever!!) at www.magnifiquephotography.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited to start our lives together! We hope you will check back often to hear about our adventures, and because we love you OH SO MUCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370133599757831849-8355264126439117872?l=goodrichlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8355264126439117872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370133599757831849&amp;postID=8355264126439117872&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/8355264126439117872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370133599757831849/posts/default/8355264126439117872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goodrichlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/engagements.html' title='Engagements!!'/><author><name>Hannah Goodrich</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODejQl5fn9g/TryrYbTbyhI/AAAAAAAABv8/rOLR6InKWkE/s220/223094_155368501207408_131074190303506_315680_6157221_n%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OLvVqxBmBK0/SYkLMOmiOzI/AAAAAAAAAzo/1txgsZ37oAU/s72-c/hr-1186+bww2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
