<?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-4526992495044677423</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:21:02.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rasmuffin's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therasmussens.us/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526992495044677423/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therasmussens.us/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01245799146423338262</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/_qL-87sc7HxQ/S4RjjQ_T2jI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FHniBHO89CY/S220/IMG_0320.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526992495044677423.post-5804536969686666866</id><published>2009-11-14T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:54:18.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A REAL Halloween !</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I feel a little guilty because we didn’t really have a traditional Halloween per say.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; For instance we didn’t go trunk/trick or treating.&amp;#160; We&amp;#160; didn’t stay home watching scary movies passing out candy. We didn’t go to any&amp;#160; Halloween parties.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; In fact we ditched Cohen with Grandma and Grandpa Warner for most of the day.&amp;#160; While David and I went to the REAL Salt Lake Game.&amp;#160; It was the first round of the playoffs.&amp;#160; So David had to go.&amp;#160; We were playing Columbus Crew, one of the better teams in the MLS this season.&amp;#160; It was perfect weather for a game and there was quite the crowd of goblins and ghouls.&amp;#160; They had a little kid costume parade at the beginning of the game.&amp;#160; It was so adorable.&amp;#160; It totally made me miss Cohen and almost cry, but I sucked it up and enjoyed some much needed time with my Wolverine husband. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XclkZYSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YQ0hCmRWtd8/s1600-h/0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="025" border="0" alt="025" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XdOEoAzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kNf7ifUNHEQ/025_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Can you see the resemblance between Hugh Jackman and Dave?&amp;#160; Well me either but he still was a sexy beast.&amp;#160; :)&amp;#160;&amp;#160; The funny part was at the Real game during the kid parade the announcer mentioned that he could see Wolverine.&amp;#160; David’s arms flew up in the air and he was screaming because he thought he was talking about him.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; In reality he was of course talking about the little midget wolverine in the kid parade.&amp;#160; LOL!!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The game itself was crazy exciting.&amp;#160; I wish I understood the game enough to go into detail.&amp;#160; All I know is we won and when we scored that winning goal.&amp;#160; David turned and lifted me off the ground screaming with excitement.&amp;#160; I’ve never seen David so thrilled and excited.&amp;#160; I swear there were almost tears in his eyes.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the game we went and rescued my parents from Cohen and just came home and chilled.&amp;#160; We of course took some pictures of Cohen in his adorable little elephant costume.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XdTM87HI/AAAAAAAAACA/pbCtKx5egfk/s1600-h/0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="030" border="0" alt="030" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XdwgdTTI/AAAAAAAAACE/GTaLz-oToXc/030_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XeLd-9eI/AAAAAAAAACI/sUQvO-aUp1o/s1600-h/0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="006" border="0" alt="006" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XeolTduI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y4UhZHhWM-4/006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-Xe1ZjgfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AZTxlWh9EUs/s1600-h/0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="009" border="0" alt="009" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XfUgmGxI/AAAAAAAAACU/IytZZUzNOtU/009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XfvTGUEI/AAAAAAAAACY/jKDnwn8QdaI/s1600-h/0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="003" border="0" alt="003" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XgNDTr0I/AAAAAAAAACc/5QxphBVJabU/003_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XgWVge-I/AAAAAAAAACg/RzxdJwOMo0c/s1600-h/0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="015" border="0" alt="015" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-Xg3_ahdI/AAAAAAAAACk/etTc8TxRG-g/015_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XhIpwAII/AAAAAAAAACo/qgxX5RXcI2k/s1600-h/0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="012" border="0" alt="012" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XhtjpJwI/AAAAAAAAACs/N0o92sRymS8/012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So instead of Cohen getting a bucket full of treats he got this awesome Real Jersey.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XiEHDJXI/AAAAAAAAACw/wtiwDWsSZIg/s1600-h/0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="036" border="0" alt="036" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XiXkTUgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oiI0BqCEevk/036_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Which he looks totally adorable in.&amp;#160; Next year I don’t think we will be able to get away without the whole trick or treating thing.&amp;#160; So I'm sure we’ll end up with a much more traditional Halloween.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526992495044677423-5804536969686666866?l=www.therasmussens.us' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therasmussens.us/feeds/5804536969686666866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therasmussens.us/2009/11/real-halloween.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526992495044677423/posts/default/5804536969686666866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526992495044677423/posts/default/5804536969686666866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therasmussens.us/2009/11/real-halloween.html' title='A REAL Halloween !'/><author><name>Reesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643038613713527039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_goeDORYtH7s/Sv-XdOEoAzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kNf7ifUNHEQ/s72-c/025_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526992495044677423.post-8971795559779515871</id><published>2009-10-29T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:48:32.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To blog or not to blog..........</title><content type='html'>So I've had this internal battle going on for quite sometime.  Do I really want to blog? (Hence the lack of blogging for the last 9 that's right 9 months) I'll admit my first blogging attempt was due to social pressure and the desire to fit in.  Plus my husband really really wants me to keep up a blog and I'm willing to do anything for him if it makes him happy. (well almost anything)  But now I feel like I should give up entirely since hello I've let NINE months pass without a blogging peep.  In fact i'm sure even if I did start blogging at this point no one would ever read it because they know that I suck at keeping it current. &lt;br /&gt;I always thought once I have kids i'll blog but uh NOPE! hasn't happened yet.  Why Why Why?  I'd like to use the excuse that I don't have time because i'm still working a little and being a mom and trying to keep a house clean but at the sametime I hate that excuse because you never just HAVE time.  You have to learn to MAKE time.  Plus there are plenty of people out there who have more on their plate then I do that can manage it. &lt;br /&gt;So I guess really I should be asking myself if i'm willing to make the time to blog.  Am I willing to sacrifice an hour or two of sleep.   Anyway this whole blogging thing has just got me frazzled because I want to do it but I don't.  &lt;br /&gt;So let me just quickly do a Pros and Cons list and see if I can resolve my dilema.&lt;br /&gt;PROS&lt;br /&gt;1. I really really want to have some sort of record of my family life. &lt;br /&gt;2. I want my kids to be able to look back and feel loved.  ( I guess that kinda fits under the 1st reason)&lt;br /&gt;3. It's fun&lt;br /&gt;4. It's a good way of keeping friends and relatives updated on whats going on in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONS&lt;br /&gt;1.  Making the time for it ( Man i'm a lazy sack)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Not doing it for the right reasons.  i.e. only doing it because I feel guilty for not.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have a tendency to be negative and could possibly have some nasty posts from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;Crap I can't think of anymore cons and my pros list is longer.  So I guess that means I shall start blogging but maybe this time take it a little more seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526992495044677423-8971795559779515871?l=www.therasmussens.us' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therasmussens.us/feeds/8971795559779515871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therasmussens.us/2009/10/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526992495044677423/posts/default/8971795559779515871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526992495044677423/posts/default/8971795559779515871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therasmussens.us/2009/10/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To blog or not to blog..........'/><author><name>Reesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643038613713527039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526992495044677423.post-1484505609941848027</id><published>2009-01-23T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:31:26.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>So i'm pretty sure my husband chose the name of our blog the Rasmuffins because every single one of us sports a lovely muffin top. (you know that lovely little bulge over your pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Cohen our 4 month old son has quite the muffin top his just happens to be adorable because chubbiness is more acceptable when you're a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make sure everyone who might be reading this is on the same page. David and I were married on August 10,2006. Which wasn't much of a surprise to our families and friends since we had been dating since junior high. We moved into our first home in November 2007 which is in a quaint little community in West Valley City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 26th 2008 we welcomed Cohen David Rasmussen into the world. We love enjoying life together and being a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Cohen was born i've had the opportunity to work from home while enjoying being a mother all at the sametime.   David is working at the U of U and going to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that that boring post is over.  Stay tuned for the upcoming post The Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526992495044677423-1484505609941848027?l=www.therasmussens.us' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.therasmussens.us/feeds/1484505609941848027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.therasmussens.us/2009/01/beginning.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526992495044677423/posts/default/1484505609941848027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526992495044677423/posts/default/1484505609941848027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.therasmussens.us/2009/01/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Reesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15643038613713527039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
