<?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-5534191180287676521</id><updated>2011-07-30T08:59:13.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WATT FAMILY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-3881154469619521310</id><published>2009-07-16T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:25:12.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does a bear .... in the wood?  YES, THEY ALSO LIVE THERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SmAl8ovwx2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/iEXH3Om1N14/s1600-h/yogi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359325280231016290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SmAl8ovwx2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/iEXH3Om1N14/s200/yogi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I've got a serious concern for people lately, and here's why. I watched "The Grizzly Man" the other day on Animal Planet, and after laughing so hard I nearly puked, (no honey, those weren't sympathy pukes), I came to a realization that some people really are mentally retarded. If you haven't seen The Grizzly Man, I strongly recommend it. It's a story of Timothy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Treadwell's&lt;/span&gt; attempt to live with the grizzly bears in Alaska. If you can't predict the ending of the documentary from reading my previous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt;, you may want to stop reading here. I realize the show is a couple years old, but SPOILER ALERT!! HE GETS EATEN BY A GRIZZLY BEAR!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right folks, the Grizzly Man became one with a grizzly, or at least the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bear's&lt;/span&gt; teeth, and later on, his other end too. I realize I'm being harsh, but come on. What did he expect? Did he think they'd let him ride on their back, share a fresh killed salmon, and maybe cuddle in a cave? The saddest part is he dragged his girlfriend along and she ended up suffering the same fate. Don't get me wrong, the footage this guy had was unbelievable. He got very close, too close apparently, to some phenomenal creatures, and shot some great footage of fights, feeding, and other activities. His problem was that he forgot to take the most important piece of camping equipment with him, common sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy watching wildlife quite a bit. One of my main reasons for hunting is for the chance to get out and see the animals in their natural world/habitat. I've followed elk, seen bears, yes in Utah, and seen numerous other animals and it's incredible. I highly recommend it, but only for people who don't ride the short bus to work every day. Have some common sense. Bears live in the woods, our camps are in the woods, so guess whats bound to happen. Don't be the guy that ends up a statistic of some freak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;, but instead be the guy that is prepared and knows how to deal with small situations before they become freak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;occurrences&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-3881154469619521310?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/3881154469619521310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=3881154469619521310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/3881154469619521310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/3881154469619521310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-bear-in-wood-yes-they-also-live.html' title='Does a bear .... in the wood?  YES, THEY ALSO LIVE THERE!'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SmAl8ovwx2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/iEXH3Om1N14/s72-c/yogi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-4906968197956869591</id><published>2009-07-16T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:34:03.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Watt's" in a name?</title><content type='html'>IT'S A GIRL!  After much debating on whether or not to find out the gender of our soon to arrive little one, we found out it's a little girl.  Britt has been saying from day 1 that she thought it was a girl, and sure enough, mom was right.  She is very healthy and is growing extremely fast, we couldn't ask for more.  From what I'd always heard, women were only sick for the first few weeks, than instead of being sick, they had cravings for sick things, like pickle juice, pigs feet, etc.  Well, apparently Britt is making up all the sick time all you other gals skipped over.  She has had a rough go of things, puking spontaneously with no warning, enduring long stretches of heart burn, and seeing herself literally grow out of her wardrob.  Either way, she's a trooper and is hanging in there, I couldn't be more proud.  On top of enduring all of this, she graduated from Weber State, and passed her boards!  She is now an RN.  Congratulations sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to explain the clever title of this post.  We are still working names for our little one.  So far, the names I like have been used by her cousins and the many kids they have, so I'm SOL on those.  Feel free to send over any suggestions as we have 'till November to make a final decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-4906968197956869591?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4906968197956869591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=4906968197956869591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/4906968197956869591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/4906968197956869591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2009/07/watts-in-name.html' title='&quot;Watt&apos;s&quot; in a name?'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-8644967675183056443</id><published>2009-06-02T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:38:57.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not going to win any awards...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I get that we haven't posted anything in quite a while, and I'm sorry..sort of.  We've been super busy in the Watt household with me putting in the yard and working around the house, Britt cleaning, puking, preparing for the Nclex, puking some more, and Brylie...well whatever it is she does, she does it at 100 mph so I can't imagine she has much free time either.  We are also preparing for the arrival of the newest member of our family.  Thats right!  For those of you who haven't heard, Britt is pregnant!  Now despite some of the comments made, "Rocky can't keep his hands off her", "Britt isn't a very good goalie", "Oops!", "They know what causes that", etc, this was actually planned.  Britt was having a bit of a hard time leaving cheer and was seriously debating going back.  We decided to give the whole prego thing a try for a month, and well....yahtzee!  Apparently it was meant to be.  While few things scare me in life, I must say that being a dad is somewhat nerve racking.  Oh, and that new Juggalo gang, they scare me too, have you seen anything scarier than a bunch of scrawny little boys wearing their sisters pants?  Moving along, we are very excited, and while November seems so very far away, I'm sure it will be here long before we are ready.  Thank you to everyone who has expressed sorrow for my "life coming to an end".  Don't you guys worry, I can throw the little one, boy or girl, into the kangaroo pouch and still cast a fly line with no problem.  That or just leave them at home with Britt =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-8644967675183056443?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8644967675183056443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=8644967675183056443' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/8644967675183056443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/8644967675183056443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-going-to-win-any-awards.html' title='Not going to win any awards...'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-5639148641387239306</id><published>2009-03-10T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:45:19.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts in Our House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SbdPhAgiiBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MXHNp7jt7JU/s1600-h/DSCI1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311801713997547538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SbdPhAgiiBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MXHNp7jt7JU/s200/DSCI1568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lately Britt and I have noticed a few things going missing from our kitchen. A couple weeks ago, the cheese I had been cutting up disappeared, a few days later, a whole package of hot dog buns. For a minute, I was thinking Brylie was sneaking off with stuff to make her own "gwill cheese sammiches", but she assured me she was not to blame. As Britt and I sat pointing fingers at ghosts, gremlins, and possibly Chucky, I noticed our new friend Zoe is almost as tall as the counter and has easy access and a great nose for sniffing out food. Last Sunday Britt and I decided to test out our new theory by leaving some more hot dog buns on the counter. Sure enough, we got home, no hot dog buns, but at least this time she left the wrapper on the floor. As soon as I picked up the wrapper, she bolted for her kennel and piled into the very back of it to try and hide. I think Ghosts would have been more fun, but props to Zoe for fooling us for so long. She really is a fun dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SbdPhUdxPuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dUJqMjkSw1g/s1600-h/DSCI1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311801719354638050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SbdPhUdxPuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dUJqMjkSw1g/s200/DSCI1642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS--Thats not us lynching Zoe for theft, but rather Brylie putting her princess veil on her then tying balloons to it.  Zoe would probably have preferred a noose, but she's a great dog and plays very well with Bry.&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/5534191180287676521-5639148641387239306?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5639148641387239306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=5639148641387239306' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/5639148641387239306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/5639148641387239306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/ghosts-in-our-house.html' title='Ghosts in Our House'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SbdPhAgiiBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MXHNp7jt7JU/s72-c/DSCI1568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-4697256734593145050</id><published>2009-03-01T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:29:08.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Going On 15...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/Sat1QDDNJ3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/S-tioPZD_sM/s1600-h/DSCI1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308465504343369586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/Sat1QDDNJ3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/S-tioPZD_sM/s200/DSCI1609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Brylie boo had her 4th birthday this past week. First off, I've got to say that this kid cleaned up like nobody I've ever seen at a birthday party. 16 people and twice that in presents, she couldn't have asked for more. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/Sat1QW5VtjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iQ6ZEXL_nF4/s1600-h/DSCI1621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308465509670696498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/Sat1QW5VtjI/AAAAAAAAAIw/iQ6ZEXL_nF4/s200/DSCI1621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Britt and I got her a bike, some clothes, and a couple more barbies (adding to the other 10,000 barbies in our house).&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/Sat1Q_RWBgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/w3wricPF4Fs/s1600-h/DSCI1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308465520508798466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/Sat1Q_RWBgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/w3wricPF4Fs/s200/DSCI1633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rest of the family that came pretty much chipped in and bought her Toys R Us. We all had a lot of fun and she had a great birthday! Thanks to all family and friends that came over. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/Sat1QNpZQQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eTEqBlljc4w/s1600-h/DSCI1613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308465507187900674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/Sat1QNpZQQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eTEqBlljc4w/s200/DSCI1613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-4697256734593145050?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4697256734593145050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=4697256734593145050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/4697256734593145050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/4697256734593145050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-going-on-15.html' title='4 Going On 15...'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/Sat1QDDNJ3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/S-tioPZD_sM/s72-c/DSCI1609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-4860822333721876351</id><published>2009-01-17T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:08:27.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You aren't a man if you don't look once...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SXSzazZXcBI/AAAAAAAAAII/I8FoM_DSxu4/s1600-h/zoe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293052735121747986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SXSzazZXcBI/AAAAAAAAAII/I8FoM_DSxu4/s200/zoe3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SXK5afMENTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mWrtSTkckbQ/s1600-h/DSCI1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know how it goes. You marry the girl of your dreams, settle down, start a family, buy a home, put in the backyard, bla bla bla. The next thing you know, you're looking at websites with pictures of females in very sensual poses thinking of the saying "you aren't a man if you don't look once". You find you're self wondering what it would be like to succumb to temptation and go meet that girl. Well my friends, I gave in to temptation and decided to act on my feelings of want and desire....so meet the newest female in the Watt household (Gizmo and I are now outnumbered 3 to 1.5). Her name is Zoe. Britt isn't her biggest fan, but now she has somebody to compete with and has stopped wearing those "hot" flannel pj's to bed (yes!). Here are some pictures of our new lady friend, enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SXK4I8OcDdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/35OZk40EXQ4/s1600-h/DSCI1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292494975858904530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SXK4I8OcDdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/35OZk40EXQ4/s200/DSCI1558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SXK4oNEElGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c7B-CRkX048/s1600-h/DSCI1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292495512954770530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SXK4oNEElGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/c7B-CRkX048/s200/DSCI1560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SXK4I8OcDdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/35OZk40EXQ4/s1600-h/DSCI1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She does have some downsides. Like any female, she always wants constant attention, she leaves little black hairs all over, she squats to pee, she chases balls, and she hogs the bed. She can catch a frisbee out of mid-air though, which makes up for all bad stuff. Gizmo isn't her biggest fan, he stuck his head in the snow when he met her. Brylie still hasn't decided if we bought her a dog or if Zoe is really a pony (she tries to ride her like a horse). Either way, she's a great dog and we're really gla&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SXK5H_pO-GI/AAAAAAAAAHo/viGiAaXK-5g/s1600-h/DSCI1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292496059108358242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SXK5H_pO-GI/AAAAAAAAAHo/viGiAaXK-5g/s200/DSCI1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d to have her. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SXSzSj0RRrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Uklz5TNW0Jo/s1600-h/zoe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293052593500669618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SXSzSj0RRrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Uklz5TNW0Jo/s200/zoe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5534191180287676521-4860822333721876351?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4860822333721876351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=4860822333721876351' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/4860822333721876351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/4860822333721876351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-arent-man-if-you-dont-look-once.html' title='You aren&apos;t a man if you don&apos;t look once...'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SXSzazZXcBI/AAAAAAAAAII/I8FoM_DSxu4/s72-c/zoe3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-612050817553526449</id><published>2008-12-17T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:23:33.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up on the house top......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280991792935124434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnaDkemvdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ONY1VyUH6lQ/s200/DSCI1515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess it has been two weeks since we have posted anything.... Where does the time go! We have been very busy getting ready for Santa to come to our house. Brylie walks around the house singing Jingle Bells, sings here comes Santa in the car, pretty much sings everywhere so that Santa will hear her and bring lots of presents. She has been trying extra hard to be a good girl (we tell her Santa's Elf's are watching and we have even gone as far as calling Santa) and she is doing a good job.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnbbGZGQwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nft2d_G7qFE/s1600-h/DSCI1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280993296687448834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnbbGZGQwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nft2d_G7qFE/s200/DSCI1511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gizmo is even trying to be good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnaCuMQVYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TB7ulsNXrxs/s1600-h/DSCI1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280991778362643842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnaCuMQVYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TB7ulsNXrxs/s200/DSCI1519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brylie decorated our first Watt family Christmas tree, didn't she do a good job! Rocky HATES our star because it makes our tree tip and he has to fix it and I guess that is not an easy thing to do, so if you come to our house there is a pretty good chance our tree will be tipping. We also took Brylie to the Layton lights. She loved walking around looking at all the animals. She is getting to the stage where she likes to make funny faces when taking pictures so that explanes her face. She is still in dance and tumbling and loves it. Rocky and I just finished one more semester of school and I only have ONE more left until I am an RN (YAHOOOOOOOO). Basically that is all we have been doing, sorry for the late &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnba9CNPHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/T7_jdscMX20/s1600-h/DSCI1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280993294175517810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnba9CNPHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/T7_jdscMX20/s200/DSCI1513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blog. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnaC7rfDtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3gQNig_QjZg/s1600-h/DSCI1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280991781983293138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnaC7rfDtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3gQNig_QjZg/s200/DSCI1505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hope everyone is having a happy Holiday Season! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnaCRpNYFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V1aXzOdNzPc/s1600-h/DSCI1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280991770699456594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnaCRpNYFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V1aXzOdNzPc/s200/DSCI1518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnaDe6o0yI/AAAAAAAAAGo/O1HXSNiCZG0/s1600-h/DSCI1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280991791442088738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnaDe6o0yI/AAAAAAAAAGo/O1HXSNiCZG0/s200/DSCI1507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnaC7rfDtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3gQNig_QjZg/s1600-h/DSCI1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-612050817553526449?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/612050817553526449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=612050817553526449' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/612050817553526449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/612050817553526449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/12/up-on-house-top.html' title='Up on the house top......'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SUnaDkemvdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ONY1VyUH6lQ/s72-c/DSCI1515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-6539555159959160906</id><published>2008-11-23T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:37:08.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proverbial Man Card...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SSpTTjOgxbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8ua9LTIwUAw/s1600-h/johnwayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272117909129315762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SSpTTjOgxbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8ua9LTIwUAw/s200/johnwayne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been looking and looking for what my next post would be about. I must have been looking too hard, because the perfect subject has been all around, and I've missed it. Everybody's seen what the latest generation of "men" are wearing lately. I'm talking about the sickly looking kids who have borrowed their sisters pants and their dad's old wallet chains and who waddle instead of walk because their pants are around their thighs. I'm not quite sure how their parents let them out of the house, but I'm pretty sure these are the same parents who give their kids trophy's even if they lose. The fairy's in the girl jeans have apparently never been taught the old "Man Law", but from the looks of their clothes, they wish they were girls anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I got that out, I'd like to talk about Man Cards. Everybody's heard of the proverbial "Man Card". It's what all men brag about having, synonmous with "wearing the pants, signing the checks, what I say goes, etc". Truth be told, if you're married, there's a pretty good chance you turned it in by saying "I Do". While you may still be in denial, chances at some point after the honeymoon (the point of no return), you've had to buy tampons, pick up bra's, wash dishes, or some other blatent violation of the Man Law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are 3 basic rules any man should know, and if not you're following them, maybe Santa will bring you some nice new hair ribbons to go along with your girl jeans:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. MEN DO NOT WEAR PINK. If you have a shirt that you call salmon, light red, reddish, or any other word for PINK, you're in direct violation. Even if you try to hide it under a black golf sweater jacket (you know who you are), pink is pink. I'm pretty sure when ask any man what he thinks about when you say "pink", the first word that comes to mind is another one that starts with a P and is synonomous with cat. No matter what any girl tells you, pink is not black. Get rid of it. (the only exception to this rule are neck ties)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. MEN DO NOT READ ROMANCE NOVELS. Yes, this includes the new Twilight Series. If you're a guy and you've read the Twilight Series, repent, and go rent Rocky 1-5, or any other Stallone film series to recoup your lost testosterone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. MEN DO NOT WAX THEIR EYEBROWS OR GET FACIALS. Now I'm ok with a little "man scaping" here and there. Trimming or shaving body hair is ok in my book. Lord knows Britt would never have looked at me twice if I looked like Sasquatch in a rubber band when I wore my speedo on our honeymoon ;). However, the line is drawn at going to beauty salons and getting your eyebrows professionally waxed and shaped, or getting your face exfoliated or whatever they call it. Man up, get some tweezer and pull the unibrow out. Waxing is for girls, keep it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot more rules that go along with the Man Law, but in the interest of time, I've posted the 3 that seem to be getting ignored lately. If you're one of the violaters, get your act together, or pick up some Lee jeans at your local Hot Topic store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-6539555159959160906?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6539555159959160906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=6539555159959160906' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/6539555159959160906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/6539555159959160906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/11/proverbial-man-card.html' title='The Proverbial Man Card...'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SSpTTjOgxbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8ua9LTIwUAw/s72-c/johnwayne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-5613356197409292329</id><published>2008-11-23T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:17:14.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R First Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a month or so of searching, we finally found a christmas tree we liked. I wanted a real one, but Britt thinks they stink (yeah, she's nutz) yata yata yata, we have a fake tree in our front room =). We went to a few stores to look at some, but didn't really see anything we liked. I decided to watch KSL for one and yahtzee! Britt, Bry, and myself put the tree up tonight. There aren't any ornaments yet, so don't judge us! We'll post some more pics once we find ornaments we like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SSpGCeO0IhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1dMEzUCScK0/s1600-h/110308+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272103322079470098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SSpGCeO0IhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1dMEzUCScK0/s200/110308+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SSpGEdSde0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Fr-KLZoXo70/s1600-h/110308+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272103356186065730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SSpGEdSde0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Fr-KLZoXo70/s200/110308+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SSpGEIWELYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/djicmm7AE0Y/s1600-h/110308+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272103350564040066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SSpGEIWELYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/djicmm7AE0Y/s200/110308+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SSpGEdSde0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Fr-KLZoXo70/s1600-h/110308+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of you who think it's too early to be getting ready for christmas, we've got two words for ya.......Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS...Check out my wife's new bangs! Hot huh? Picture courtesy of the Munchkin. =)&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/5534191180287676521-5613356197409292329?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5613356197409292329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=5613356197409292329' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/5613356197409292329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/5613356197409292329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/11/r-first-christmas-tree.html' title='R First Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SSpGCeO0IhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1dMEzUCScK0/s72-c/110308+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-4725616093005920438</id><published>2008-11-15T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:21:16.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.celebrityrolemodel.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/reese-witherspoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://www.celebrityrolemodel.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/reese-witherspoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... it seems that everyone lately is saying on their blogs "vote for this" and "vote for that" so I am going to do my own little vote. Rocky says I should say vote if the music is lame or not but we all know it is (Rocky picked). Just kidding honey, love you! But seriously here is what I am thinking. I am getting my muchly needed hair done on Wednesday (YAHOO) and four long months but I need a change. I am in a rut and getting board so I am thinking.... Bangs.... like Reese Witherspoon bangs. So I need your opinion on if I should do it or not. I might get extensions too so keep that in mind when you are voting. Thanks for the imput and I will post pics on Thursday or Friday or Saturday or whenever so you can see the results! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-4725616093005920438?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4725616093005920438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=4725616093005920438' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/4725616093005920438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/4725616093005920438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-your-vote.html' title='I need your vote!'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-9131345943586887783</id><published>2008-11-04T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:09:03.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...And then there was Bry</title><content type='html'>Brylie has been just as busy as her mom and Rocky lately. We put her in dance and tumbling and she is loving every minute of it! At any given moment you can hear sounds of high school musical, tinkerbell, and other delightful songs that she has engraved in her mind from watching those shows over and over. ( I once restarted Shrek 4 times in 1 day =). She is loving preschool and is starting to become more and more like her mom. Last week while getting her ready for school, she felt that her clothes "weren't pretty" so decided to change them......4 times. It was a real treat. Here are some pics of the latest pics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SRD9x2MYOPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LRg0kph9lX4/s1600-h/110308+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264986997198960882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SRD9x2MYOPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LRg0kph9lX4/s200/110308+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SRD_W_gK8BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iD5uMPhMXg8/s1600-h/110308+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264988734864683026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SRD_W_gK8BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iD5uMPhMXg8/s200/110308+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SRD_iIQ3KkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZNuklp_-ZVM/s1600-h/110308+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264988926194952770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SRD_iIQ3KkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZNuklp_-ZVM/s200/110308+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SRD8HO1fV8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/BQ9ISVznlMo/s1600-h/110308+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-9131345943586887783?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/9131345943586887783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=9131345943586887783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/9131345943586887783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/9131345943586887783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-then-there-was-bry.html' title='...And then there was Bry'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SRD9x2MYOPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LRg0kph9lX4/s72-c/110308+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-6809533241743415823</id><published>2008-09-08T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:35:18.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is getting BIG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SMX6OMKqkMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BXC5VR4WYNU/s1600-h/DSCI1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243872462833881282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SMX6OMKqkMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BXC5VR4WYNU/s200/DSCI1458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SMX6NiCclMI/AAAAAAAAADY/8NLahyN5wcs/s1600-h/DSCI1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243872451525121218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SMX6NiCclMI/AAAAAAAAADY/8NLahyN5wcs/s200/DSCI1456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby started preschool.... Isn't she sooo dang cute. Rocky has to get her ready because I am at school by the time she has to be there. Isn't he doing a GREAT job! She loves loves loves school. She told me that it is better then her old school (it was just a day&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SMX6N3gYeqI/AAAAAAAAADg/MheATaW-nTo/s1600-h/DSCI1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243872457287826082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SMX6N3gYeqI/AAAAAAAAADg/MheATaW-nTo/s200/DSCI1457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; care) and she has only been there 2 days. She loves wearing her school clothes. She will come home from school and change her clothes so that she can keep her special clothes nice for school. She is having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is growing up so fast. She is becoming a really nice helper. She helps me fold clothes and do dishes. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SMX6Oqwtn6I/AAAAAAAAADw/8mxnl7Bo80Q/s1600-h/DSCI1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243872471046528930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SMX6Oqwtn6I/AAAAAAAAADw/8mxnl7Bo80Q/s200/DSCI1454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They don't stay little very long. Next thing I know she will be wearing a little cheer skirt! We are also looking into getting her into dance and tumbling, she is way excited for that! She has already taught herself how to do a cartwheel, it is the cutest thing to see her try, it brings a tear to my eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rocky and I also started school.... not so fun. We are both full time and we fight for the computer but we will figure it out! For me, school is going to be time-consuming but worth it. I should have my RN by the end of this year!!!!! It's about time, I know I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-6809533241743415823?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6809533241743415823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=6809533241743415823' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/6809533241743415823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/6809533241743415823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-baby-is-getting-big.html' title='My baby is getting BIG!!'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SMX6OMKqkMI/AAAAAAAAADo/BXC5VR4WYNU/s72-c/DSCI1458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-2840108647958462215</id><published>2008-08-28T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:09:10.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Case and Point.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SLchNMwVgzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WaSC941Rn6c/s1600-h/Jericho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239693202114839346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SLchNMwVgzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WaSC941Rn6c/s200/Jericho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warning: Rocky wrote this, read at your own risk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gather 'round everybody and let me tell you a little story about a boy named Jericho Scott. Jericho is your typical 9 year old boy, loves to play with his friends, and play sports, especially baseball. Now when you're 9, you're coordination and motor skills are not necessarily at their peak, making sports sometimes awkward, but fun nonetheless. Jericho however is special. He has a great arm and a great pitching ability. He can throw a perfect strike at 40 mph! For a 9 year old, that is incredible. Now you can imagine that this kind of pitching ability can make hitting tough for the teams that face this young Nolan Ryan. Tough, not impossible! However, the league feels differently. Due to his extreme talent, the league administration has told Jericho and his coach that HE IS NO LONGER ALLOWED TO PITCH BECAUSE HE IS TOO GOOD!! Yeah, you read correctly, he is so good at pitching that they won't let him pitch. This is a PERFECT example of the WUSSIFICATION of AMERICA. We don't want the other kids to feel bad, so we punish the good kid. This is outright embarassing and disgraceful. This is exactly the mentality that has this country going down the road we're headed, and nobody is trying to stop it. Why not let him pitch and bring the other kids UP to his level, rather than punish him for being damn good. Can you imagine the confidence boost a kid would get once they did get a hit off of Jericho? America used to dominate all aspects of athletics, but once again, the "coddle the fat kid" mentality has crept its way back in to plain sight and nobody cares. Absolutely disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-2840108647958462215?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2840108647958462215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=2840108647958462215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/2840108647958462215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/2840108647958462215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/08/case-and-point.html' title='Case and Point.'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SLchNMwVgzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WaSC941Rn6c/s72-c/Jericho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-8385299594154535775</id><published>2008-08-22T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:17:25.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SK7wwCHe_vI/AAAAAAAAADI/A84Q6_3S-tI/s1600-h/DSCI1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237388124671114994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SK7wwCHe_vI/AAAAAAAAADI/A84Q6_3S-tI/s200/DSCI1453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I feel guilty, let me tell you why. Yesterday I was cooking dinner (yes I was actually cooking, I only do it once a week) and I was watching my poor husband working out in the yard and I thought “I really do have it good!” The reason why I thought this was because I was in a nice air conditioned house watching TV while my husband was out working in the desert (or our backyard) getting stung by bees and ran down by black widows. I then decided that my husband still treats me like a princess and I am very lucky!&lt;br /&gt;For an update on our family we finally are home from all our vacations and ready to start school. Brylie starts school on Sept. 2nd and she is soooo excited. We went school shopping for her and she was so fun. She picked out a Princess backpack and her favorite outfit is her Hannah Montana shirt and pants. She asks me every day if she gets to go to school tomorrow and &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SK7wvp8x0KI/AAAAAAAAADA/oeOp_nUaJYA/s1600-h/DSCI1451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237388118183760034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SK7wvp8x0KI/AAAAAAAAADA/oeOp_nUaJYA/s200/DSCI1451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gets mad when I tell her not yet. I start school on Monday….again….. but I am almost done so I am excited. Rocky is also starting school, working on the yard as mentioned earlier, and being a new father. He gets really tired but is doing a great job. I think that is all that is going on at the Watt house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-8385299594154535775?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/8385299594154535775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=8385299594154535775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/8385299594154535775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/8385299594154535775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/08/guilty.html' title='Guilty.......'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SK7wwCHe_vI/AAAAAAAAADI/A84Q6_3S-tI/s72-c/DSCI1453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-7214287527677755287</id><published>2008-08-22T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:59:16.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heights!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SK7v56-4Z7I/AAAAAAAAACw/S_9MyBjbJzc/s1600-h/DSCI1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237387195043047346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SK7v56-4Z7I/AAAAAAAAACw/S_9MyBjbJzc/s200/DSCI1441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brylie reminds me of myself more and more every day. She started to get freckles like her mama, she loves it outside especially at Bearlake and she HATES heights. We went to Raspberry days at Bearlake and all of the little girls we were with wanted to do the little ride were you jump on the tramp attached to bungee cords. I knew Brylie wouldn’t like it but she had to do it so I let her. She was doing ok just jumping on the tramp but as soon as the cords went up and she got higher so started freaking out and saying “Let me down, let me down!” She was terrified. So we got her down and she told me she did not like going that high. We went to the fair the next day and she did not even ask to do that ride. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SK7wTuGsxCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/h9eX8rqChW8/s1600-h/DSCI1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237387638262776866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SK7wTuGsxCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/h9eX8rqChW8/s200/DSCI1443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-7214287527677755287?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7214287527677755287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=7214287527677755287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/7214287527677755287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/7214287527677755287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/08/heights.html' title='Heights!!!!!'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SK7v56-4Z7I/AAAAAAAAACw/S_9MyBjbJzc/s72-c/DSCI1441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-205344748544376060</id><published>2008-08-05T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:59:40.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sooo sooo sorry!!!</title><content type='html'>I just want to tell everyone I am so sorry about our blog. I (Brittany) have been out of town and have had no internet access so Rocky took over and i am so sorry. But I will admit, I have been laughing reading what my dear sweet loving husband has been writing. The reason why our blog sucks and has no pics is because I am the one with the camera. Pictures should be available in one week (I am going to Bear lake for that week). Because I will be gone and Rocky will be home I have no control of what he will be writing so agian, I am sorry for anything he says! Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-205344748544376060?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/205344748544376060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=205344748544376060' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/205344748544376060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/205344748544376060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-sooo-sooo-sorry.html' title='I am sooo sooo sorry!!!'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-1692571989214714156</id><published>2008-07-29T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:59:30.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New House!!</title><content type='html'>We've finally gotten moved in and actually spent the night last night in our new house! It was a lot of fun, although we also found out the neighbors have a really annoying dog that barks and whines all night! I had a lab that used to do that and ticked off my neighbors, so I guess it's coming back to haunt me. I'll get some pictures of the new place posted. You'll be able to see before and after pictures as we're doing a lot of work...especially on the yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-1692571989214714156?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1692571989214714156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=1692571989214714156' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/1692571989214714156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/1692571989214714156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-house.html' title='New House!!'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-1620128220976628195</id><published>2008-07-25T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:00:05.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Management</title><content type='html'>The Watt Family Blog is now under new management. Stay tuned as the Rockshow himself is now at the helm. Upcoming features may include fishing reports, fantasy sports trackers, bad golf advice, a return of the term "buddies", and a "Where in the world is Matt Glenn?" forum. (Important to note that these features are subject to review by "the one wearing the pants", also known as Brittany. Although as I am typing this, neither of us has pants on... yahtzee!...she'll kill me for publishing that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to leave a little editorial piece for you to read/ponder as well. I apologize ahead of time for this rant, but it's been driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may have heard about the softball player who was carried around the bases after hitting a home run, but blowing her knee out after MISSING FIRST BASE and having to retreat back to touch it. I read a column by Bob Lonsberry the next day that talked about this event and how this is an example of the "wussification of America". I have to say that I whole-heartedly agree with him. This girl had never hit a home run in her softball career, and to be honest...she still hasn't. She may have hit the ball over the fence, but that act alone does not constitute a homerun. She could not complete the journey around the bases, and rules state if the runner cannot make it all the way around, a pinch runner can be called in, counting the hit as a single instead of a home run. Instead of following the rules of the game, THE OPPOSING TEAM carried the girl around the bases, thus eliminating themselves (she was the game winning run) from contention. Is this truly good sportsmanship? Negating the rules to create a "feel good" ending? I think it's this exact attitude that is killing America. Another example of this is how little league baseball has stopped having all-star teams so that kids that don't make the team "don't feel bad". Are you kidding me? What about the kids that have worked hard to excel? Should they not get credit for their hard work? This whole system is stupid. If you play a game, you have a winner and a loser, period. Yes, losing sucks, but it's part of the game so deal with it. If you can't deal with losing, don't play. This whole "coddle the fat kid" attitude is ridiculous, and it's only going to get worse if we don't straighten up. A little competition has never hurt anyone, but trying to hide from it has. If you don't know how to compete for things in life, you're doomed to failure. Stop the wussification of America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-1620128220976628195?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1620128220976628195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=1620128220976628195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/1620128220976628195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/1620128220976628195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-management.html' title='New Management'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-2373197506573574963</id><published>2008-07-01T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:06:44.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McCall Idaho</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218277439890890818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SGsLrxghoEI/AAAAAAAAABo/rnh7BCuwZHM/s200/DSCI1369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the Watt Family Vacation we went to McCall Idaho. The place was amazing but the drive was horrible. It was the longest drive Brylie has ever been&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SGsIcZrLATI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FqIPGcDRT5g/s1600-h/DSCI1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218273877260173618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SGsIcZrLATI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FqIPGcDRT5g/s200/DSCI1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on but she did really well, we were so proud of her. The cabin we stayed in was very very nice ( I wouldn't mind if it was our house). While there, the older Watts went river rafting. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SGsI6tXm7hI/AAAAAAAAABA/gBMDsZN_yCA/s1600-h/DSCI1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218274397942902290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SGsI6tXm7hI/AAAAAAAAABA/gBMDsZN_yCA/s200/DSCI1372.JPG" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We say older because Brylie couldn't go on it so we went swimming instead! We also went on a hike. It was Brylie's first attempt at a hike and she did really well. If you ask her she says "I went on a hike and saw bear poop but I never want to go on another hike!" We had fun but we are glad to be home! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SGsMItHr-FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O86oD2PCKuY/s1600-h/DSCI1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218277936929175634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SGsMItHr-FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/O86oD2PCKuY/s200/DSCI1380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-2373197506573574963?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2373197506573574963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=2373197506573574963' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/2373197506573574963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/2373197506573574963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/07/mccall-idaho.html' title='McCall Idaho'/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SGsLrxghoEI/AAAAAAAAABo/rnh7BCuwZHM/s72-c/DSCI1369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534191180287676521.post-4208523315433481707</id><published>2008-06-16T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:00:31.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SGrFAYK-vmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lERSLT8-jG4/s1600-h/DSCI1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218199728541318754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SGrFAYK-vmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lERSLT8-jG4/s320/DSCI1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we are not really sure how to do this... so here it goes...Oh and in advance I am apologizing for any misspelled words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are married and are currently living at my parents house until we can close on our house which will hopefully be on Thursday, so everyone cross your fingers! We love being a little family even though it doesn't really feel like it right now cause we are crammed in one room. Poor Rocky is living out of a suitcase, it is actually pretty sad but we will get through it. We went to Hawaii for our Honeymoon and had a blast! My favorite thing was the beach and how soft the sand was. Rocky's favorite was the snorkeling, he loved all the little creatures. So that is basically all for our offically first blog......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534191180287676521-4208523315433481707?l=saywatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4208523315433481707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534191180287676521&amp;postID=4208523315433481707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/4208523315433481707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534191180287676521/posts/default/4208523315433481707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saywatt.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-we-are-not-really-sure-how-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Watt Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13547702248771561343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SQ_DHtFrBnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/P-r6M3av2lE/S220/DSCI1305.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSULwl3UOnI/SGrFAYK-vmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lERSLT8-jG4/s72-c/DSCI1199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
