tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42194933178535861432024-02-07T16:35:55.276-08:00Tayler Anne StrattonTayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-17375427476209967692011-06-03T15:13:00.000-07:002011-06-04T19:04:52.227-07:00Don't judge me.Yes, I did it. I made a married blog.... go ahead... judge me if you want. Contradicting to this post title I know.... but in all seriousness..... I just got all confused with trying to make this blog look brand new so I started a new one.<br /><br />Here it is folks <a href="http://mitchandtaylermyers.blogspot.com/">http://mitchandtaylermyers.blogspot.com/</a><br /><div><br /></div><div>We are......moving on to bigger and better things!</div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-11968488808974745652011-05-13T12:10:00.000-07:002011-05-13T12:52:09.903-07:00Magical.Due to the last post I wrote about last weekend that got erased..........(I almost started throwing things....).... this one might be rather short.<br /><br />I will go as far to say that I have the BEST friends and family. Every day I'm reminded how blessed and lucky I am to be surrounded by such incredible people.<br /><br />With that said........this weekend at home was magical. Magical literally being the understatement of the century. My whole family combined with Mitch's whole family in one house for a three day weekend? Wild. We were literally soaking in our family from morning until night for a whole weekend..... people sleeping on every square inch of the floor in the house......pretty much on top of each other...... just kidding. But seriously, it was something like that.<br /><br />Our lives were changed when we took our huge house full to Grimaldi's Pizza and experienced heaven....or the closest thing to it on this earth. We went hiking and danced in the SUN (YES, I said SUN... it's been a foreign concept to those of us up north whom the sun has found obsolete) and rode the tandem bike till our legs were about to fall off. We took a break from Pat's traditional Acai berry breakfast smoothies and temporarily made the switch to Mitch's moms orange julius..... and oh boy it was a hit (of course... they're to die for). We all sat around the kitchen in our pajamas till 11 AM and ate from nice china (classy reindeer cups for the orange julius) and had good quality conversation. When you combine the two families, you get grade A humor. Wouldn't trade it for anything.<br /><br />Anyways. Bridal Shower #2 was the cherry, sprinkles, peanuts, and hot fudge on top of a perfect weekend. It was SO beautiful, I am soooo very grateful for all who's hard work and love went into that thing....it was amazing. And the FOOD!!! Don't even get me started. I'm not even embarrassed to admit that not even one ounce of guilt came over me as I went to town on the four tables of scrumpt deliciousness. I'm going to be forever searching for a recipe to even SLIGHTLY imitate the orange dreamsicle cupcake and raspberry swirl bread. To die for. I need to get acquainted with whoever made all of that food....because they are holding back secrets that could possibly bring peace to this chaotic world.<br /><br />Here are some pics from the beautiful day. The boys were out golfing. We told them to take pictures but.....they weren't interested. The only thing they were interested in was making it to the shower after it ended to eat left overs. 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDMxi9vb_2G4mk4WbJTtA36mdFcWzfMxag7ussxhGAzolzDxzeAxw2W9hmHF9y06-anxkmXwtfzI-dRk726idxmQRYtED4Cxxs8NArzE7Sw7cBPj7OOn4Q8jzDrk7pLSqObF7vSg4Ki6rH/s400/230209_927069927463_19207354_45871389_7247687_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606281737994482978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOh6zaZ9JEQH3Yp1g9K7fc_rMEC_PseW6gGuh2kybbrsFyPoPr_Rqb2E0ktIMBZZD8vSvK2_qj-ID6X15x06EM_mE-FF2Y4DNI8_avCykejbVwAZHzjMEAQhq9RxpQY4Gg-53TUSBwGO1m/s1600/223523_927069598123_19207354_45871378_3867320_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOh6zaZ9JEQH3Yp1g9K7fc_rMEC_PseW6gGuh2kybbrsFyPoPr_Rqb2E0ktIMBZZD8vSvK2_qj-ID6X15x06EM_mE-FF2Y4DNI8_avCykejbVwAZHzjMEAQhq9RxpQY4Gg-53TUSBwGO1m/s400/223523_927069598123_19207354_45871378_3867320_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606281721940608306" border="0" /></a>And yes....... that is an apple cinnamon sugar cider slice of scrumpt heaven that you are currently drooling over in the last picture. Or maybe that's just me....<br /><br />I am so so so so grateful for everybody who has been involved in this wedding process. It has been a blind journey for sure, but I have loved every second of the celebrations and the stressful days too. I know that in 15 days, and when all of this is over, I'll be wishing I would have written every day of my engagement down....so much has gone on and so much has changed, when someone finally catches up with time and finds out where it goes, let me know.Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-11753835433776829602011-05-03T18:45:00.000-07:002011-05-03T18:55:41.873-07:00Stop it right now.<div>This is just not okay. For those of you that know me, know that I would die for anything cranberry. It's the cranberry and turkey sandwiches that are pretty much on my daily dietary menu but, anything cranberry.....I seriously go weak at the knees. Another two of my favorites are anything pumpkin and pancakes of course. Like nothing beats a good stack of pancakes on an early morning, or after church before you go into your sunday hibernation. So when you put cranberries, pumpkin and pancakes together.....its seriously a dangerous combination. Sounds like a heart attack right? It even LOOKS like a heart attack but I start salivating every time I even look at the picture. This chick is brilliant.</div><div>So hear ya go, hope you all aren't working on your LGN like me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb9dEjv1JEvnm-0D35m1EKLPlad5I4wh5yISn7xPqsaDvDXbhdq8txvlF3otkdJ5dvLTjQMjjIcTxEjrk-XoSQdx2u3cm3Bis7C94wJcj4EE4rH6bwb-MFqDxuDP1Tf5V8kA_WbmLFept6/s400/Pumpkin6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602672304490852850" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(80, 63, 54); line-height: 20px; "><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 23px; ">Pumpkin-Cranberry Pancakes</span> adapted from<a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AIb90jY-9ISe-cw1VS2SBts0o2YIkCNYo0fqQkAXNvQ/edit?authkey=CPyx_NIJ#" style="color: rgb(75, 99, 136); text-decoration: none; ">HERE</a></p><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AIb90jY-9ISe-cw1VS2SBts0o2YIkCNYo0fqQkAXNvQ/edit?authkey=CPyx_NIJ#" style="color: rgb(75, 99, 136); text-decoration: none; ">Printer Friendly Version</a></div><ul><li style="text-align: left;">1 and 1/2 cup flour</li><li style="text-align: left;">3 and 1/2 teaspoons baking powder</li><li style="text-align: left;">1 teaspoon salt</li><li style="text-align: left;">1 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice</li><li style="text-align: left;">2 eggs, beaten</li><li style="text-align: left;">1 and 1/2 cups milk</li><li style="text-align: left;">1 teaspoon vanilla</li><li style="text-align: left;">1/4 cup butter, melted</li><li style="text-align: left;">1 cup pumpkin puree</li><li style="text-align: left;">2 Tablespoons brown sugar</li><li style="text-align: left;">1 Tablespoon granulated sugar</li><li style="text-align: left;">1/4-1/2 cup dried cranberries (as much or as little as you like)</li><li style="text-align: left;">1/2 cup chopped pecans, toasted (optional)</li><li style="text-align: left;">cinnamon syrup (optional)</li></ul><p style="text-align: left;">In a small pan toast the pecans over medium heat until they release a nutty aroma. Remove from the heat and set aside.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Sift the dry ingredients together in a large bowl. In a smaller bowl whisk together the eggs, milk, vanilla and butter. Pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and stir until just combined.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Add in the pumpkin puree and the sugars, stirring until combined.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Heat a skillet or griddle over medium heat. Using a 1/4 cup measuring cup to scoop the batter into the pan. Sprinkle the upside of the pancake batter with dried cranberries, cook until the underside is golden brown. Carefully flip the pancake and cook til golden.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Serve with butter, warm cinnamon syrup and toasted nuts.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Makes about 15 pancakes.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 23px; ">Cinnamon Syrup</span> from Monica H</p><p style="text-align: left;">(serves 3-4)</p><ul><li style="text-align: left;">1/2 cup pancake or maple syrup</li><li style="text-align: left;">1 tsp. ground cinnamon</li><li style="text-align: left;">1 tbsp. butter</li></ul><p style="text-align: left;">In a small bowl or measuring cup, heat syrup in the microwave. Add cinnamon, stir til fully combined. Add butter and allow to melt. Stir. Serve. Syrup will thicken as it cools.</p></span></div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-13006117090993908912011-05-03T17:41:00.000-07:002011-05-03T18:20:02.647-07:00Don't be mad mom.<div style="text-align: left;">25 days. Till the best day ever. These days I'm literally finding the most random activities to keep me busy. April was a busy month. School, work, two bridal showers, and a fun pre-wedding photo shoot with Faun. Love her. But now that May has come, I'm literally doing nothing except waiting for May 28th to roll around. I guess this would be the perfect time to exercise my bad procrastination habits and turn them into something other than this repulsive burden...... and yes..... the ridiculous amount of boxes, gift wrap and candles covering the counter and the laundry all over the floor and the kitchen table permit me to use 'repulsive burden' as a proper description of my procrastination habit. I'm not ashamed though... sometimes Modern Family and my sweet Jack seem more appealing than organizing and cleaning our new home. I love our new home. It's not a home.... more like a cute little apartment but boy do I love it. It's a little boring these days and the nights are lonely but... Mitch says I shouldn't think about getting used to that.......HELLO! Because I'm getting married in 25 days! I love change, and I'm about to get a whole lot more of that in my life. I'm prepared though. Real prepared.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpAbofIjOjvvfzcwSuVjKbqgW9HgXIHKVRWehx4YRGcR-IXZPjk_aYKVUbuq6vZEgI4aM9uW6qcR61rBcH-L9uZcG3eaPQys9sJU4SrY14FQ33U0BoL4IkmgMQLGHquNPJ247hsnBC2uO/s400/blog18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602662201201092370" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Good thing my mom doesn't have a blog, because she'd be real mad at me for posting this picture, but we just got a batch of these cute pictures back and I had to share one. I was way too excited. This barely reveals anything. Just look at all that happiness in my eyes. You can totally tell how excited I am to get married in 25 days. I'm just enthralled out of my mind. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Last weekend was magical. I will post more about it and pictures soon! :)</div></div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-3910614721199887382011-04-12T10:40:00.000-07:002011-04-12T11:34:47.311-07:00deadly anticipation.<div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoy4FDZQtQqdA4WDd_QnM1gFqgdL1i5akEloi14Oy4aUBOY3eFrHLyoKM1oG2U82t5vYqlrStUnd6qBhdgxNhXX8M_qG-9UgFYwfB8nsR_h-_RMifQ0x20ZlQWxI8jOOu3HWUP-r3Xhg6F/s1600/DSC_0321.JPG" style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I</span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoy4FDZQtQqdA4WDd_QnM1gFqgdL1i5akEloi14Oy4aUBOY3eFrHLyoKM1oG2U82t5vYqlrStUnd6qBhdgxNhXX8M_qG-9UgFYwfB8nsR_h-_RMifQ0x20ZlQWxI8jOOu3HWUP-r3Xhg6F/s1600/DSC_0321.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">'ve recently discovered what an impatient person I am... or have become. Let's be real here... being engaged is the most exhilarating, stressful thing in the world. I can't even do a countdown because we still have more than FORTY days to go, and counting only makes it go by slower. So I'm trying this 'one day at a time' thing and let me tell you.... its like mental, emotional and physical torture!! Okay fine.. I'm pushing the dramatic line a little far but in my defense, planning a wedding is STRESSFUL! For the last few months, thoughts of flowers and cake frosting flavors have been flooding my mind during math and history class... but truth be told, fourteen times a day I think about how lucky I am to be SO close to the day that I get to be married and sealed to my best friend for time and all eternity. The weeks get busier and busier but I get more and more excited everyday, despite all the craziness and planning that remains. I'm reminded everyday of the wonderful people I'm surrounded by, it makes it hard not to wake up wide awake with a smile on my face. I just can't even wait.</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYJgk82psQ5bHsz3aJb5MrUvGPqhzeoCboJktHVvYbPFAVhsWaZcCwcACl3Rto6FrYzAr1O5YqhXFJYx1Cv0_jjPlc2WGXyRalQBoQDJ1A_4Ev2oUGDripaNkh7g9KVQS2YVWrq80uJ6H/s400/DSC_0332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594764730603853922" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoy4FDZQtQqdA4WDd_QnM1gFqgdL1i5akEloi14Oy4aUBOY3eFrHLyoKM1oG2U82t5vYqlrStUnd6qBhdgxNhXX8M_qG-9UgFYwfB8nsR_h-_RMifQ0x20ZlQWxI8jOOu3HWUP-r3Xhg6F/s400/DSC_0321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594764174279883362" /></div><div><br /></div></div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-8267736899497470812011-04-10T23:19:00.000-07:002011-04-10T23:30:25.337-07:00Resurrection.I'm serious about this. My blog is coming back to life and I'm going to keep up. It's the New Years resolution I never had this year... so what if I'm four months late. I'm certain that I've lost all sense of competency that goes along with blogging, but I'm making it a goal to expand my blog knowledge and become one of those over-excessive blogging wives [to be] (maybe then I'll make it to posting a few times a month?). I've had SO many wonderful things happen since my blog experienced a long, painful, excruciating death, so it's time to catch up. Round two. Bring it on.Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-24970955734334097562010-08-08T16:38:00.000-07:002010-08-08T17:09:50.691-07:0020 and one month.. Happy birthday Lo!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTpZs7wnWSDxz_oPKRpAbJhsfidXTJo9c0BF-3oGAPNmn9pTay2KnYM3aXN2Q4JhFnaKh4IC3AB15FTysTKxDCSa1dmq9RY93Vjg1bPtnipyXr2dxxhJnnKsoZF4nOWKVc-kBz7p5UtFj/s1600/IMG_0251.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTpZs7wnWSDxz_oPKRpAbJhsfidXTJo9c0BF-3oGAPNmn9pTay2KnYM3aXN2Q4JhFnaKh4IC3AB15FTysTKxDCSa1dmq9RY93Vjg1bPtnipyXr2dxxhJnnKsoZF4nOWKVc-kBz7p5UtFj/s400/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503194402772527618" /></a><br />There's nothing I love more than celebrating birthdays with my girls. I'm super late with this post, but better late than never right? My Lauren turned TWENTY on July 11th... I don't know why but the number 20 strikes me hard... I feel like its significant enough that when my best friends turn two decades old, I need to post something about it... because naturally everybody is so worked up about turning 21 that turning 20 is just another inevitable day of growth and learning...... but a lot of wonderful things happen in your 20's...... so it should be one huge recognized celebration. 20 means you've survived 7300 days in this insane world and you have 7300 more days until you are 40 and your life is entirely changed and you begin another huge celebration of life. So cheers to 20 years of life, and one of the greatest friends a girl could ask for. I'm so grateful for this girl, it'd be impossible for her to ever fully comprehend how much she means to me and how much I love, adore, and look up to her. I've had the opportunity through the years to watch her grow and transform into such an incredible person, and there isn't a day that goes by that I'm with this girl and don't learn something new. Heavenly father truly blessed me with such an amazing friend to grow up with. I love you lo.Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-68654441144593304742010-07-10T11:50:00.000-07:002010-07-10T12:33:39.760-07:004th of July. Happiness. Sparklers.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMOZ1zaYA5mACGT20LnrktIZoHBH0GeblYjXqrbKuUUCvHf0MGTQjLhk_RItxpC5HFQA5ZfPFxIKcqV-dKMABwITvAIQWBU7EwVdrIfIsQs7ZR23YI9-dCY-WG5mzrWNxQI8625Jt5BvN/s400/35755_436286298523_573218523_5841925_7203196_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492354018037558418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div><br /></div><div>The fourth of July is probably the greatest holiday ever. We celebrate America's freedom by blowing things up... it's great. I spent the weekend in a bite size town in Idaho with good company, boating on the Snake River and watching a ridiculous amount of fireworks. Nothing could have made it better. We watched the small town parade in summer clothes and sandals on a beautiful day while waving American flags with smiles.. it was something to be proud of. I love this place, this country, these people.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWQ1j4gJquAIYgM8HcnudiLpQafbil4mzcu-TLGswm8H6QXNSrG48OmxcNIf7BC3TqJG0dy4iEac6FYQLDHoxDEfZmPzvBJ2nAYrY1g8Z1mJRacS-VlIh82ojIfcgS0lrbm94-p6n8IvF3/s1600/33413_436286533523_573218523_5841936_4156723_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWQ1j4gJquAIYgM8HcnudiLpQafbil4mzcu-TLGswm8H6QXNSrG48OmxcNIf7BC3TqJG0dy4iEac6FYQLDHoxDEfZmPzvBJ2nAYrY1g8Z1mJRacS-VlIh82ojIfcgS0lrbm94-p6n8IvF3/s400/33413_436286533523_573218523_5841936_4156723_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492354762461727026" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWW3eozznE0Vg3wbMhq776dJXAKCTO6aIpWV0iF_6dR-JT1D9w55QzQ8c4DFQpbcOYvg1NcgUfV-F1IFG6NAZUh3kLDMOF2rg7choZFFbIzBtLkUFYXrflJVntrnFj2VKzf98_UOkAjzQ/s400/34527_436286448523_573218523_5841932_1203293_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492354751882258386" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We came back from Idaho on Sunday and pretty much went straight to Richfield where we celebrated the fourth of July a second time on Monday. We took a small plane ride over the town, drank our body weight in orange julius', and enjoyed every single, solitary moment of the 4th celebration. We literally just spent the weekend floating around with nothing on our schedules but appreciating life and new memories. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXB5UXZgv8dQgpUXsK6QiLnn9xp0ccGu5fKw8vITiXANOP1Pi6mAzQHORgrIU7ReIeYgQkQ7XrwK9EHl47mXGjCGOjLV5mhrD-KNuGQ-rPOY9la3Sohks6xt4QiTl3CZXLjjkn8JtuE0Cs/s1600/34458_436286708523_573218523_5841946_7261826_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXB5UXZgv8dQgpUXsK6QiLnn9xp0ccGu5fKw8vITiXANOP1Pi6mAzQHORgrIU7ReIeYgQkQ7XrwK9EHl47mXGjCGOjLV5mhrD-KNuGQ-rPOY9la3Sohks6xt4QiTl3CZXLjjkn8JtuE0Cs/s400/34458_436286708523_573218523_5841946_7261826_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492361616764278050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOk8KcAOlV5eXJqGMUNf8hrY8-fYUqlUigh_qB-MOhtFaoEgwIoubMEAiaNvzPs5sk1ftQ9IvPwpI2oTaVdUHgykLCF63-REcx4v3emzKXaVdD28DyM4XfPY9IHt07h2quDhR5QFVymdzP/s1600/0705001551a.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOk8KcAOlV5eXJqGMUNf8hrY8-fYUqlUigh_qB-MOhtFaoEgwIoubMEAiaNvzPs5sk1ftQ9IvPwpI2oTaVdUHgykLCF63-REcx4v3emzKXaVdD28DyM4XfPY9IHt07h2quDhR5QFVymdzP/s400/0705001551a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492362148832349986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div></div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-82716140328408123022010-06-13T18:08:00.000-07:002010-06-20T18:14:53.050-07:007 Things I love about June.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnKpWEV_zG_ra1XqZbmbBPqQxC69UXqdl1UziZxQvxQfYUMhWYA5LDiN0BcbPkXqQkUhiY2B8mzRDQgrOUoZbJEJg0BBTLTp28DhgRDlKV02pMGKle1FQ36YGJRHt51CC1yji0sbVOhwK/s400/watermelondmblgit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482480894714059314" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Summers first fresh cut watermelon.</span> </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOMtf2q784pM-xep6cSSjg2DLWUHOJI0AO24lI0a9hYhLNGkceGXMfOIcIlL2HMUc__o6TFToGguYGCXCy2vsTfEsgWdvau7TixASKZSVI8m-y-cq8f1y4J0gvYaZxXvFcePAqcACrRds/s1600/057.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOMtf2q784pM-xep6cSSjg2DLWUHOJI0AO24lI0a9hYhLNGkceGXMfOIcIlL2HMUc__o6TFToGguYGCXCy2vsTfEsgWdvau7TixASKZSVI8m-y-cq8f1y4J0gvYaZxXvFcePAqcACrRds/s1600/057.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOMtf2q784pM-xep6cSSjg2DLWUHOJI0AO24lI0a9hYhLNGkceGXMfOIcIlL2HMUc__o6TFToGguYGCXCy2vsTfEsgWdvau7TixASKZSVI8m-y-cq8f1y4J0gvYaZxXvFcePAqcACrRds/s400/057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482482985065386194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The Father's Day Celebration. PARTY.</span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9b2OOweg8OYyV8kesCW3iARFdk1HWHEAhFqdiqRnEYD-VVF0aL-ruloGrg90QzosYal-kbLcz5AG-2wx96FMoqSagD7L0LrHtjXbPCJQHPjfCWUpUyRkkR1L9HIDx2rsgPGZAUFVPLke1/s1600/FEAVER_WHITE-PATENT_zoom.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9b2OOweg8OYyV8kesCW3iARFdk1HWHEAhFqdiqRnEYD-VVF0aL-ruloGrg90QzosYal-kbLcz5AG-2wx96FMoqSagD7L0LrHtjXbPCJQHPjfCWUpUyRkkR1L9HIDx2rsgPGZAUFVPLke1/s400/FEAVER_WHITE-PATENT_zoom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482482149758080962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">These shoes. White wedges save every and any summer outfit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3csglMrNU_4FbgJDyH1F-BoDXBT0wm3YLHZzHdGSCEKPRwMKS6jjMXw-5s4NFJKauhx3r8UO5j4NSwyBa7sNiDLWXxzPOXC9Cy3U5JR5YRSMuNOi_LWew1tbPofCxgEBYp1TRVEerrHs/s1600/nordstrom-sale.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC3csglMrNU_4FbgJDyH1F-BoDXBT0wm3YLHZzHdGSCEKPRwMKS6jjMXw-5s4NFJKauhx3r8UO5j4NSwyBa7sNiDLWXxzPOXC9Cy3U5JR5YRSMuNOi_LWew1tbPofCxgEBYp1TRVEerrHs/s400/nordstrom-sale.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482482002276089858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Who doesn't love Nordstrom's half-yearly sale? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0iH4__k-1YRtDe4W2qmcaNg6_LBRKF-HsY7AeagPgM-T4MwX0zm5eEokA61Ls76Q8IbXkwgIAwtwEdRpCLxCoD2H-3dh3tJuUVTlTM3qriwlNhyavw7sFy30aTUGY_F8ovEj565m1cnx/s1600/32535_1483144521768_1328495548_1339170_3392305_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0iH4__k-1YRtDe4W2qmcaNg6_LBRKF-HsY7AeagPgM-T4MwX0zm5eEokA61Ls76Q8IbXkwgIAwtwEdRpCLxCoD2H-3dh3tJuUVTlTM3qriwlNhyavw7sFy30aTUGY_F8ovEj565m1cnx/s400/32535_1483144521768_1328495548_1339170_3392305_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482481789219240818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Best friends and sunny afternoon picnic photoshoots.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycD1L6QaEr_GO746IeurUlUDQkS6I-6avSRMmI9zJ7DWU8TX8lo_ha6Y_4Gg2JeVgSNgW6OPrCKlNUrk3mb7jbZDlhaA2UvRXSqZObCQYHFuYcb9IRqyjMRqtNxeCmxuNB1OCewxi4II_/s1600/eat_pray_love.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycD1L6QaEr_GO746IeurUlUDQkS6I-6avSRMmI9zJ7DWU8TX8lo_ha6Y_4Gg2JeVgSNgW6OPrCKlNUrk3mb7jbZDlhaA2UvRXSqZObCQYHFuYcb9IRqyjMRqtNxeCmxuNB1OCewxi4II_/s400/eat_pray_love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482481527172198434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">This book. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfak_hOanKq0bqyqSYhz9P_hE-hyGy5qOYrCrMSWXXSpUxsUIUVxk9A0-_OQml4Dd6d0R-rgKheEEbe1Rl5joJwR5whHz2kYtOPaTkaGtwKRPuLieQUj7LopvMKwQcX5yn2116VXm3XtuG/s1600/Picture+9.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfak_hOanKq0bqyqSYhz9P_hE-hyGy5qOYrCrMSWXXSpUxsUIUVxk9A0-_OQml4Dd6d0R-rgKheEEbe1Rl5joJwR5whHz2kYtOPaTkaGtwKRPuLieQUj7LopvMKwQcX5yn2116VXm3XtuG/s400/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482481315640427794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Weddings and a eternal perspective.</span></div></div></div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-83686570573192365042010-06-13T00:06:00.000-07:002010-06-13T00:20:36.840-07:00My beautiful cousin Summer got married last weekend... and it was incredible. It was a long, hectic weekend full of fun and laughter and we're all so blessed to have a new addition to the family who fits in perfectly. I don't have very many pictures yet but I have this video that I'm kind of obsessed with.... It's a sneak peak into one of the greatest weekends ever. <div><div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(100, 95, 94); white-space: pre-wrap; "><object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12378536&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12378536&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/12378536">Summer+Brad SDE @ Four Seasons</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user1043956">Digs Studio- Jason Roberts</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#645F5E;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div>Summer I love you so much and I'm so happy for you and Brad. I have the best family on the planet.</div></div></div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-84775350431264258922010-06-01T12:15:00.000-07:002010-06-01T12:24:15.300-07:00Sunny day.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJu6UGQ7P8r4auc8hY_3TEdkE2tIA4TSMeTHWuKmxObTjH51OtLFMa82YI7ue0QtdP_JfnyCTLRNrSH1INioo_a4K5YNqgBGSrLE1F_iACgKEGgr7gxLCcnUiQ0JXrCqT7Of7Fuewl9U5z/s1600/id-maine-momma-5-10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477886513275465202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJu6UGQ7P8r4auc8hY_3TEdkE2tIA4TSMeTHWuKmxObTjH51OtLFMa82YI7ue0QtdP_JfnyCTLRNrSH1INioo_a4K5YNqgBGSrLE1F_iACgKEGgr7gxLCcnUiQ0JXrCqT7Of7Fuewl9U5z/s400/id-maine-momma-5-10.jpg" /></a><br />It's getting closer and closer to summer, yet another overcast... gloomy day. Better reason for a Tuesday inspirational reminder that we truly create the "sunshine" in our lives, rainy day or not.Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-68533382396974384252010-05-20T11:21:00.000-07:002010-05-20T12:51:45.488-07:00Spring decorating.Spring decorating is the new spring cleaning. We can push back the deep cleaning for fall.... just this once.<br /><br />A while ago, garlands a lot like these were hanging in Anthropologie... and I LOVED them. These aren't really the exact ones but they are definitely similar.<br /><br />You can make them out of coffee filters, sewing pattern paper, tissue paper, and string.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473432740293167554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLcgG1qKv8Vb0W64uuJMZc0CIvfB0eOjWSXD197n2IWkbPL9N4ZwFc5z_fFUwVSZIYzMmdZpIMilcj23UKVwQf5QEdikXicObZna28ElpMVXfn3IS7AvnPKh6CoxyBiw0ofW-6uoPnptnE/s400/blog2.bmp" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473433100726078322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmV-KviuJ7dk4XT5j6UiYbnvVuzBKRA8n5j9u7qrpWCq4F8WdR5DgI5Qf4lyPoZH0OHd9LUUUs9bA0q-naMWu95FWlkepMFMd9J41fTShBm9_stWvHlmeqQ8jVAexxro6ZVBUH8zVlPDHg/s400/blog.bmp" />Obviously you don't have to use the white, brown and pink but its the cutest! It's just easy and briliant.<br /><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473433321464856706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-r5tuni7d1ZsvV8-IDIYUx1_YYXiz8WRoqxvtSv18DGYaZbJsQbPC7JRvczRTZaFV08uLpxZG8m31bklCN-WhxdZcIwONNH8_dKle1hCTWmBNh2HvsQ96-2bFuFt-Y8qVeWENkeToHlu7/s400/blog3.bmp" /></div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473434256390343714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgapZXU5NME9Wk0gnI3LkQTBJfc5aqNo-UoTIZMxcEGttOl0-u7X6xx_AZ56T14hs214AkLulsfuA56_S4vuc-JUTmPdXyAejkfvTmhccvf34j_cTtcQg9LxikIAjL6fusnMlGE6soSr7Hg/s400/blog4.bmp" /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>You can use any kind of printed paper in between the tissue paper and coffee filters, but I love love love the music pattern.</div><br />I might be crazy but I've been feeling creative since schools been out and my apartment needs a little vintage decor!Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-80122545276107372712010-05-14T18:40:00.000-07:002010-05-15T00:10:17.675-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHHHLIVIA!<div style="text-align: left;">Just some fun facts for you...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>1. One out of TWENTY people have an extra rib.</div><div>2. Each year, there is about TWENTY billion coconuts produced world wide. </div><div>3. The average iceberg weighs about TWENTY million tons.</div><div>4. The longest U.S. highway is Route TWENTY, which is over 3,365 miles.</div><div>5. In a pack of skittles, there is an equal TWENTY percent distribution of each flavor.</div><div>6. Americans eat approximately TWENTY pounds of pasta per person each year.</div><div>7. Koalas can sleep up to TWENTY hours a day.</div><div>8. In China, September TWENTIETH is "Love Your Teeth Day".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>...but most importantly...</div><div><br /></div><div>One of my most favorite people in this entire world turns TWENTY tomorrow!!!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJ-6n2sBzYNaUGZ3yd8Wci8GvC93K9Hd4b-6wA5a9BReM3GPhZVl42dLLfo_nMMyROuhpI7j9USqmencInJB5HpDfa-j6f15CvClHcWrJ55VatOyW8-ldOW4xfeKHLYAoLXfe1_nI5PG8/s400/IMG_1296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471318604454153618" /></div><div><br /></div><div>It would've been extremely deceiving to celebrate Alivia's birthday without some cupcake madness so that's exactly what we did. It was like a week long attack. Seriously.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Being up at school and away from my family gets pretty hard, and there's a select few that are constantly relieving me from the stressful reality of school and this girl is definitely one of them. She brings so much light and happiness to my life, she is basically one bright beam of optimism (...just don't try to boot her car or take away her dryer full of clothes...). I love her so much and I'm so grateful to have her with me while battling the real world in p town everyday. </div><div><br /></div><div>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIV! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjed7FQ_xhnpkYpm9x8hL-lc4oKO41am7F6NfK1_4TCJky0_faQDU7reLQJiAw9dEXXtZfSdKfDnoRsvxyHydm7n18Ef0UQWiYAlgJTU7WoqqmhKawcq0XGgdcYlAA-4k9TANpNPVlB_rOE/s400/Picture+163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471318276869817426" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-13384644110052689212010-04-20T22:21:00.000-07:002010-04-20T23:44:23.375-07:00I live for...<div style="text-align: left;">A few weeks ago we had a lesson in church about noticing and enjoying the happiness and joy... in the little things we'd normally walk past without any recognition.. and it was something about that day, at that time, and that lesson.. that really stuck out to me. That day.. I found this.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNNvMom_0bcHGySybSfVVfY2MSJSnDbYFtkyi9aFK8MJkx2AMWRLPb-GxvcENCKiBsL8xszW6cPohK7IdKM-Xbs1ZEAKJBfM-c0P8eFZf23e8e-UmuabwIeNLmknrQi8n_QC20HpSZOwq/s400/IMG00013-20100411-1742.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462460161762500738" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The first ounce of color escaping from winter... to spring. Needless to say, I was really...really giddy that day. After I decided to be spontaneous and take a picture of this random yellow flower in the middle of dead plants that winter had obviously murdered, I was determined to spend the next few weeks paying attention to the little things.. that naturally put a smile on my face.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1. MY MOM. What an angel. She's my best friend and the greatest example to me.. I don't know what I would do without our 39 phone calls every single day. She's wonderful, in so many ways.. and I love her. A lot. We laugh a lot.. and cry a lot.. and whine a lot.. but she's real pretty and we all really like her. A lot.</div><div style="text-align: left;">2. Yellow. Yellow flowers, the lovely yellow sun, yellow houses, yellow dresses, yellow shoes, yellow pictures.. and my favorite song Yellow, by Coldplay.</div><div style="text-align: left;">3. Happy People. Whether its winter time when everyone gathers in big coats and scarfs, or summertime when people are running around outside in shorts with frisbees..... No matter what it is, there's smiling involved, its comforting.</div><div style="text-align: left;">4. The Best of Stevie Nicks. Easily the best purchase I have ever made on I tunes. Today, I had the AC on, the sunroof open and Stevie singing some 'Edge of Seventeen' in the car, and it was pretty.. perfect.. to say the least.</div><div style="text-align: left;">5. Fluffer Nutter Sandwiches. A sugar masterpiece.. and possibly the most unhealthy snack to have ever been eaten, but it easily cures rough times in the day. You can't go wrong with a peanut butter and marshmallow spread sandwich after a biology test brutally beats and tears you apart. Comfort food. Yum.</div><div style="text-align: left;">6. Laughter. You can share it with everybody. Even strangers. It's everywhere. In everyone.</div><div style="text-align: left;">7. Testimonies. Every single testimony I hear, I learn something from. They're always brilliant and delicate but strong... and great. </div><div style="text-align: left;">8. Sales. My retail therapy sessions would be disastrous if it wasn't for sales. I learned that this week. The hard way. Don't buy glittery things that aren't on sale. Glitter=weakness.</div><div style="text-align: left;">9. Family. I've learned that there are lots of different kinds of family. My roommates and my best friends, my ward and my real family. I love em' all.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just some things I noticed this week. I've learned to appreciate a lot more since I've been up at college. I'm pretty caught up in everything these days.</div><div style="text-align: center;">LOVE LOVE LOVE.</div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-69693315589803777542010-04-19T18:39:00.000-07:002010-04-19T18:55:38.037-07:00beautiful girls.<div style="text-align: center;">I am the luckiest girl ever. I got the chance to go home this weekend and spend FOUR DAYS with these beautiful cousins of mine!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP38KxaURK5QXm08zc1fTrPeiwneue4Dxce9kBtI0M5bNdviwdQ0o64sQZGK78AyFvxsTyPYIpNhYUAGpT_GOEHBs4GzvC1YRfnVx_Xo6XDHZMPU31opHVT6hXyBNrS7rgbEc2H_HufvD_/s400/IMG_1196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462029768868432978" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was looking forward to this weekend for weeks, and it's past... but I'm so grateful that I got to escape from homework and school for a few days and have an eventful few days full of swimming, movies, root beer floats and fun. These girls bring so much sunshine and fun to where ever they go and I am so happy that I got to spend time with them.. thanks Kamille for letting us borrow them!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaYenn4WrOGiEw9N8xuT65ElvJtiicDr1mjBNj-Dwiyp2iQMOQOoPoqhtBJWD18G4L7Ow2nf4jkdwXV5bLnyW1sehsgABUgZsTzgPZUKo_9TyYtDsDYD0hqdG2Rsgjr5k7_HEZMm2k0him/s400/IMG_1197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462030909107208050" /></div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-38206726309340949852010-03-23T23:10:00.000-07:002010-03-24T00:12:01.819-07:00the PERFECT chocolate chip cookie<div style="text-align: left;">For the past week... I have been depriving myself of good food, and by good food I mean cake, cookies, cupcakes..... all of the delicious fattening delights that surround us daily.. everywhere we go. It seems everywhere I turn, I'm faced with love. Meaning sweet, mouthwatering, deserts. I've been going strong on this health kick for about a week and a half now. I know what your thinking... a week and a half? pathetic.... but it turns out trying to make the PERFECT chocolate chip cookie 7 days a week, doesn't give you very much energy, and when your a college student, you thrive on every ounce of energy available. The PERFECT chocolate chip cookie takes meticulous planning and serious strategy... A strategy that I won't be attempting for a while. Okay fine. Until Easter. Then I will indulge myself into all of the colorful cadbury eggs, starburst jellybeans, and hollow chocolate bunnies in my sight. After everyone is passed out from outrageous amounts of food and laughter, I will then, with my mommas help, make the PERFECT chocolate chip cookie. And these of course....</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRTcwNtmZDq8b58iR8cvzvGPIWD3-uOVuyUSju40-lE-PoVKJ4TIL6nabl2RDhQ6gXiCR-RiKqVgOi5k-BCy6BhUrTUqHSeqTxP7lGCSqwROEkWuFUYUyCpi3nas3gpOQF1sONAd2kR3QR/s400/451404898_3c8ee15741.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452087363621935218" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Millions of them... like literally enough to fill an entire elementary school. I think that will suffice... Bless Christy's heart for listening to me complain 21/7 about the torture I'm purposely putting myself through to avoid the freshman 15...or 10... better yet, 5.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I just want Easter to come already, so I can run around in bright clothes with my siblings, screaming, singing and reminiscing about all the blessings that we've had in this past year.<br />I love holidays. I love yellow. The sun is yellow, and it shines on Easter. Can't wait. So as far as today goes...... the perfect chocolate chip cookies is just gonna have to wait!</div></div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-73016439279512907112010-03-07T23:53:00.000-08:002010-03-08T00:50:11.041-08:00'shining sunday'<div style="text-align: left;">Sundays are my favorite. Ever. They are the best days of the week. I love my ward. Some of the greatest people I've ever met live in the village, and the best part is, I get to see all of their smiling faces on Sunday mornings at church. There isn't a Sunday that I don't want to be up at 8 AM getting ready, listening to the 'shining sunday' playlist and counting my blessings. Every Sunday I fall in love all over again with every aspect of the happiness that comes along with feeling the spirit. It's been 9 months now since I've been baptized. That's a long time.</div><div>I'm excited.<div>Every Sunday after wrapping up breakfast parties after church (somehow we all manage to eat around the counter.. with three stools...... and six girls), we indulge ourselves in four hour naps. Literally. Then we wake up and have another feast with enough food to feed Florida. Everybody laughs and it usually turns into something like a middle school dance party... meaning 8 people dancing and spinning in the kitchen... but I could have possibly been the only middle schooler who did that. We eat enough calories for 3 people each, and its perfectly fine, because its Sunday and we're all about food. I'm all about battling obesity these days. It's really the only logical way to live... But in all honesty every Sunday just ends up perfect.. and I don't think I could survive ending long, stressful college weeks any other way.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I'm grateful I get to see this girl in 10 days! Can't wait! I secretly jump up and down every night thinking about it.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwBQPBTarDEWKNblYu11WQiBORqy3KfdF60CBrMXOe0WKNzu2ip5yvDRxajnF0KLgQafsoie-LfqAHpkjkCJad-OrBIui44MZNQ_ylFgSD6BeGBtU7uOPczMsprHtjUWmkgZumEkGsKpx/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446180432873788994" /></div></div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-86006602950667670272010-02-23T19:03:00.000-08:002010-02-23T19:56:33.325-08:00patience is a virtue.<div style="text-align: center;">I'm constantly learning valuable lessons about myself.... this months? 30 degree weather isn't healthy for this vegas girl. I've been patient with winter for a few good months now, but I desperately miss all my summer dresses taking up all the space in my closet for three months straight. I want to be laying on the beach listening to my paradise playlist or in NYC's serendipity with my girls in shorts and a t-shirt. Basically... I'm just ready to get my tan on. This winter white skin isn't going to suffice for much longer. At this point, I'm willing to sacrifice our every Saturday snowboarding trips for lemonade and poolside barbecues... which says a lot about my frustration with the cold weather and these dead trees. Me and chrissie actually made the executive decision today, to open up a flower shop and drop out of school. That's real responsible. I'm dusting off my flip flops early I think.. maybe it'll make these next few months go by faster.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIc8G0z5eVC_-gqOhD7Mfj_YYced134DKlGNIlZLBF6oHkZwArx1mFrq5A0XxjQEspxYuOZ6tZIN7YpQFw_T1rfN39qHitqYoxvjEohNEFhlsTUKRdEKnrEMVuNCsn35g5t-GzSGv1tMVu/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441653409146019602" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to be here. Now. Please.</div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-75915685128283807172010-02-13T20:28:00.000-08:002010-02-13T21:49:49.188-08:00best day ever.<div>I'm pretty much infatuated with the phrase 'best day ever'. I actually have to try and sound convincing when I say it these days.. because I literally take full advantage of saying it at every single opportunity possible. But in all honesty.... when is it not the best day ever? Some days I end up face to face with a test I'm completely unprepared for, or I'm constantly slipping on ice at school and falling flat on my face in front of 36 strangers.. but there are so many things that easily make up the best day ever that would fix anything... like the perfect chocolate chip cookie, a drive in the 1987 convertible with my sister on a beautiful saturday night, laughing uncontrollably with friends at things that weren't even technically funny, or the perfect parking spot at the mall on black Friday. Today...... was the best day ever.... for this reason:</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7o8u7avXlUvnNvOGvaWmQJGcLPXIiKGnZo4SwD7zLP0fEZIWiuU1dnbwWqbI5pBMzkIJkG0WEQlhwL8_DLBxGSY_6L-cFfnZfT12lU-cJ4u2V2rNMxR_bqncrlHSOEte_BoftlOwL-yGd/s320/IMG00010-20100213-0936.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437969543480001378" /></div><div><br /></div><div>My family, dressed in their UVU gear, on a typical Saturday afternoon watching baseball. This screams best day ever. Being home makes me love Valentines day, and everything along with it. I'm so grateful for my family and friends, I LOVE every single one of them, they truly do make everyday the best day ever.</div>Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4219493317853586143.post-68360026490266540572010-02-11T21:44:00.000-08:002010-02-11T22:32:27.734-08:00Premature Blogger.I've clearly managed to find another form of procrastination to add to my unhealthy motivation in college. Why stop at twitter and facebook? Let's get all of the informal update sites in here. Things keep getting busier and busier, the days continue to get more chaotic and crazy... all the more reason to start a blog! I'm showing my 2010 spontaneous side and giving this whole blog business a try.Tayler Strattonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15844110549234987443noreply@blogger.com2