<?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-1867580995277052583</id><updated>2011-11-01T05:20:03.750-07:00</updated><category term='Motorcycle'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='Corn Maze'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='U of U'/><category term='Avery'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Bet'/><category term='Andee'/><category term='Runners World'/><category term='Zimmer'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Math'/><category term='Tonsils'/><category term='Cry'/><category term='Clean'/><category term='Computer'/><category term='Homework'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Travel'/><category 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term='Beach'/><category term='Engagement'/><category term='Disneyland'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='Pumpkins'/><category term='Charlie'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Asians'/><category term='health'/><category term='Hiking'/><title type='text'>Bree freakin' Ann</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-8413150345527885866</id><published>2011-09-11T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T17:01:56.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweatingisfatcrying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Introducing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweat is Fat Crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweatingisfatcrying.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.sweatingisfatcrying.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(notice the extra ing in the blog address.. sweatisfatcrying.blogspot.com was actually taken..even thought its not even an active blog) :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and a couple of friends I work with have decided to create this blog to keep us motivated to work out and be healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Follow it, read it, love it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; get motivated with us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-8413150345527885866?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/8413150345527885866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=8413150345527885866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/8413150345527885866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/8413150345527885866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2011/09/introducing.html' title='Introducing'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-1248628754586173557</id><published>2011-08-17T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T17:11:37.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly'/><title type='text'>Ugly Babies</title><content type='html'>  Because of the fact that Blake and I have been married for almost 3 years, I'm the ripe old age of 23 and we're from Utah, everyone wonders why we don't have 4 kids yet.  We've even been told we're "selfish" when we said we wanted to wait (true story and by more than one person). &lt;br /&gt;I guess it is true in a sense. I am selfish about my time with my husband. Especially since he's been living in another state for the last 7 months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, we have other reasons for waiting to have kids. Some very legitamate and responsible and some not so much.  One of the least legit and responsible reasons why having babies freaks me out is this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if its ugly?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all seen ugly babies. Several of us have even lied and said it was cute when really it wasn't.  If you're like me and have a hard time lying about things that maybe you should lie about, you might you might have said "oh...its so...sweet" because that is about the only compliment you can muster for such a face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you might gasp at my harsh words..but we've all thought and worried about it before.&lt;br /&gt; &amp; you won't be calling me harsh and selfish when my baby comes out lookin like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbiCs_KIaRw/TkxR1-7EWVI/AAAAAAAAAyk/F9xtpo3tj28/s1600/ugly_baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbiCs_KIaRw/TkxR1-7EWVI/AAAAAAAAAyk/F9xtpo3tj28/s320/ugly_baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641974421054052690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that one reminds me of the last slide on &lt;a href="http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage_1175.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDdfSP11gdU/TkxXZ3-Q7JI/AAAAAAAAAy8/0CzTmWBt8zg/s1600/ugly%2Bbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDdfSP11gdU/TkxXZ3-Q7JI/AAAAAAAAAy8/0CzTmWBt8zg/s320/ugly%2Bbaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641980535221841042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_D0W4yJkZO4/TkxYZGbBpdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RRwIMSM2khs/s1600/ugly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_D0W4yJkZO4/TkxYZGbBpdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RRwIMSM2khs/s320/ugly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641981621432329682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those last two even won awards for being ugly babies. When I do have a child someday, if it's ugly, I'm definitely entering it in as many ugly baby contests as I can find.  I wonder what the prizes are...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-1248628754586173557?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/1248628754586173557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=1248628754586173557' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/1248628754586173557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/1248628754586173557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2011/08/ugly-babies.html' title='Ugly Babies'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbiCs_KIaRw/TkxR1-7EWVI/AAAAAAAAAyk/F9xtpo3tj28/s72-c/ugly_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-7577607156339641214</id><published>2011-08-01T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:29:43.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Why Hello Texas</title><content type='html'>Ten ways to tell you've left Utah and arrived in Texas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  You learn the true meaning of swoobs and swass..which also translates to no longer being able to wear the same bra two days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Everything is FLAT, zero mountains. I can no longer tell north from south, west or east.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Everything really is bigger.&lt;br /&gt;4.  You start sweating in places you didn't know could produce sweat.  &lt;br /&gt;5.  You realize how much clothes you have that require layers.&lt;br /&gt;6.  It's not weird to wear a cowboy hat to the grocery store (or anywhere). &lt;br /&gt;7.  Saying "y'all" isn't necessarilly plural, adding an S as in "y'alls" clarifies any question for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQXuFncYleM/TjdArBj4DCI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hSeN4iLRrJ0/s1600/heat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQXuFncYleM/TjdArBj4DCI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hSeN4iLRrJ0/s320/heat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636044566574926882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that says that tomorrow will be 109 degrees. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not leaving my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-7577607156339641214?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/7577607156339641214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=7577607156339641214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7577607156339641214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7577607156339641214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-hello-texas.html' title='Why Hello Texas'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQXuFncYleM/TjdArBj4DCI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hSeN4iLRrJ0/s72-c/heat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-5434543891611516447</id><published>2011-01-07T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T12:23:35.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U of U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tonsils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zimmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Catching up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sooo behind on blogging! I have lot's of things that I've missed. Lot's of things happend the month of December...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my tonsils removed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know a few people whos kids had their tonsils removed, it took them maybe 2-3 days to be back to normal. Seems like no big thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, for an adult it's a completely different story. It was absolutely miserable. haha... I couldn't talk, I couldn't eat, I couldn't drink, basically I could almost not swallow anything! I definitely don't suggest doing this unless you HAVE to! I was miserable until a couple days before Christmas. Glad it's over with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During that time was mine and Blakes 2nd anniversary! The day of our anniversary I slept till 1230. haha (pain killers knock me out) Blake woke me up with fresh flowers and a kiss telling me happy anniversary. He then suprised me with these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559908442680427922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TSjDRV2phZI/AAAAAAAAAxY/06IepUnUIEg/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wedding bands to my ring! I was sooooo excited! When we got engaged I didn't want the wedding bands. I liked it better without for some reason. But the last couple years I've been wishing I'd gotten the bands as well, so Blake suprised me :) I am in love with them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also during that same week of our anniverary, Blake finished school! He took his last final on 12/15/10. I am so proud of him! He graduated with honors from the University of Utah and now has a BS in Finance. Blake is the hardest worker I have ever met. Since we've been married he is constantly doing more than most people would even consider. He was always working full time and going to school full time, sometimes more. Not only does he take on these things but he masters and perfects them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559905818170230546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TSjA4kyqBxI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/AHU2M_q9y3I/s320/photo.GIF" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some more good news! The last semester of school Blake began applying for different jobs. He was offered some wonderful opportunities and we have felt extremely blessed to have the options we have had. In the end, he accepted an offer with Zimmer as a Medical Sales Rep! Blake is really excited about this opportunity. It's something he's always wanted to do and I know he will excel. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To start this job, Blake will move to Indiana for 6 months. Yeah LONG time! I am staying here for now. He has some traveling the first month so I figure why quit my job, go and just be alone the majority of the time with nothing to do? So for now we are just playing it by ear! There is a chance he'll be back in Utah for a month in March and for the month of May, so we'll see what happens! I'll keep ya updated :) He left this morning..I am going to miss him a lot. I'll just keep reminding myself its not forever...it's not a mission..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a beautiful Christmas. I was finally coming off the pain killers and feeling better from getting my tonsils removed and we spent lots of time with family! We have been using blakes brother Isaacs car as a second car while he's been on his mission, and Isaac was close to coming home, so for Christmas I got a new car! I got an Acura MDX and I LOVE it. I'm so excited that I have a car that does well in the snow I can't even stand it. haha (remember &lt;a href="http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/01/angels.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?! ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; the last of the good news, Blakes brother Isaac got home! He served a mission in Monterey, Mexico and still has a slight mexican accent! It's been so cool to hear all his mission stories and about the people of Mexico. &amp;amp; yes Ladies, he's single!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559905556736684002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TSjApW4Cr-I/AAAAAAAAAxI/Uwwnr7fdztQ/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Welcome home Isaac!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's all for now! Hope everyone had a good holiday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-5434543891611516447?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/5434543891611516447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=5434543891611516447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5434543891611516447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5434543891611516447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2011/01/catching-up.html' title='Catching up..'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TSjDRV2phZI/AAAAAAAAAxY/06IepUnUIEg/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-1788436280629527062</id><published>2010-11-14T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:32:02.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half Marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Dedicated to Emilee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is dedicated to my lil sis Emilee because I told her I'd update my blog for her and then never did. Sorry Em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I haven't posted anything since AUGUST! Toooo long. Thats because right after my last post, school started for Blake and I got a new position at work thats been occupying most of my free time as well. Basically both of us are just really tired all the time. haha But Blake will be graduating in the fall! Unless he decides to do a double bachelors in accounting and finance then he'll be graduating the summer of next year instead...so far I think he's leaning toward graduating in the fall..but that might just be wishful thinking on my part! I guess we'll see what happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I ran my first half marathon! I finished it. Haha so thats good. My good friend Paloma ran it with me, here's some pictures: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539565882563252658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TOB90gAOUbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/qq0g4tqwBCg/s320/mhm.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539565776565015890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TOB9uVIRlVI/AAAAAAAAAws/teDDw-tID90/s320/mhm2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a good experience! HARD haha but good. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I ran acrossed this morphing website, and morphed Blakes and my picture to see what our future kids will look like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539567029439966226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TOB-3Qc8LBI/AAAAAAAAAw8/CYrB2WDSXXo/s320/bb.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;EMILEE I kinda think it looks like you! haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love BreeAnn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-1788436280629527062?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/1788436280629527062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=1788436280629527062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/1788436280629527062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/1788436280629527062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/11/dedicated-to-emilee.html' title='Dedicated to Emilee'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TOB90gAOUbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/qq0g4tqwBCg/s72-c/mhm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-5646741294802530720</id><published>2010-08-07T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:46:52.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skydiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/02/psychology-skydiving.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/05/follow-up-of-sky-diving-and-psychology.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well..check out this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7b4a2608f0a61fb8" 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TF3w0KbVlNI/AAAAAAAAAvU/INaphdyvNCc/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502819098659493074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TF32VdvO59I/AAAAAAAAAwM/PQIk-tGaDpI/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502825168337037266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TF3viczTbRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/M2y4D_1gHNw/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502817694842580242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It was my birthday on the 5th, so Blake surprised me with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;skydiving&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The pictures and video are just of me because when you pay for a video you are paying for a videographer to jump with you. I wish I had pics of everyone else but I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;:( Blake and I both went, along with Jared (blakes bro), Mark (Blakes uncle) and Colby (Blakes good friend). Colby and Jared both hired a videographer as well so they have pics of themselves too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Blake was freaked out! But he ended up having a blast, and we both want to go again someday. :) It was a blast!! I loooved it.&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/1867580995277052583-5646741294802530720?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/5646741294802530720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=5646741294802530720' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5646741294802530720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5646741294802530720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TF3vO1N3chI/AAAAAAAAAu8/9_YdJXsv8u0/s72-c/IMG_0181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-2134425130390813291</id><published>2010-08-03T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:13:44.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half Marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt Laura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Runners World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5K'/><title type='text'>A Runners World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I tell people how much I love running, they tell me I'm crazy and that they can't understand how people LOVE running. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me running is the best way for me to relieve any stress, or just clear my mind. I think most people learn to love running when they are older and have lots of things to stress about. But I learned the relief of running when I was 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my Aunt Laura: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501227276026020770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TFhJD5A4g6I/AAAAAAAAAuM/VKH3ZCoYCkw/s320/0803101026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was one of those reallllly cool Aunts that are closer to being your sister than your Aunt. She was 6 when I was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was the Aunt that was always babysitting &amp;amp; playing house or dress up with me and my sisters , one of those Aunts who would show up to see me at my house just to take me to the store and buy me some oreos, or the one who would take me and my sisters to Lagoon just us, just for fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was also the perfect role model. Like, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She graduated high school when she was 15 and was then accepted to go to school at Dixie University, She was only a few hours away from getting her pilots license at 17, She was crowned Miss Teen Dixie at 17, she also learned fluent sign language and used it to do tons of volunteer work with handicapped children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The list could go on and on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she was 17 (I was 12) she came to Salt Lake to compete in the Miss Teen Utah pageant. 2 days before the the pageant she got a headache that she just couldn't get rid of. She took medicine, but just couldn't get it to go away. My grandma could tell something was wrong and took her to the ER that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They did some tests, and after doing a spinal tap they found that she had Bacterial Spinal Menengitis. Soon after that she went into acoma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First the doctors told us she would be fine, and awake by the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next morning, she was still not awake..so they did a cat scan (sp?) and found that she had zero brain activity and would be a vegetable for the rest of her life. We knew thats not what she would want so we took her off life support and she died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 12 years old I didn't know how to deal with something as big as death, and especially not death of someone that I'd loved so much. After my dad called and told me she wasn't going to make it, I didn't know what to do with all the feelings that I felt. I jumped up and ran out the front door without even stopping to grab shoes. I ran and ran barefoot down the street, until I couldn't run anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I finally stopped to cry I was shocked at how far and and how long I'd run! I'd never ran that far before without stopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And somehow I actually felt &lt;em&gt;good..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was like running had pushed away some of those feelings I couldn't deal with all at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since then I would casually run in the evenings just for fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few months ago I decided I wanted to get serious about running. No more 1 mile here maybe 2 miles there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I signed up for my first 5K back on May 1st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(That makes me a serious runner right!?) ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looooved running a 5K! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(despite the fact that it POURED rain and hailed pretty much the entire time. I was soaked!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I decided to signed up for a half marathon on October 17th. It's called the "The Other Half" and it's in Moab. It's going to be SO awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, if you like running you should do it too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately my biggest addiction is Runners World magazine. It's awesome. Helps me get prepped for the big race, plus it keeps me motivated. If you're a runner, or want to become a runner, I highly suggest it. It's only $1 a magazine if you subscribe! (That or pay $4 everytime at the grocery store)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501227097043208674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TFhI5eQDieI/AAAAAAAAAuE/4w5hh4vPvv4/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Wish me luck in training! Currently I only have 2 blisters on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me the next Runners World Magazine is the "Shoe Buyers Guide" edition!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-2134425130390813291?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/2134425130390813291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=2134425130390813291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/2134425130390813291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/2134425130390813291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/08/runners-world.html' title='A Runners World'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TFhJD5A4g6I/AAAAAAAAAuM/VKH3ZCoYCkw/s72-c/0803101026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-4631996945105151802</id><published>2010-06-18T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T06:40:48.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Moab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We took another trip to MOAB this year~ Only this time we went with some friends..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a few pictures of the event :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The DRIVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtu-ODCExI/AAAAAAAAAt8/g0EQzAhVOGU/s1600/28391_10150199596430355_861265354_12723645_1240666_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484098986455470866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtu-ODCExI/AAAAAAAAAt8/g0EQzAhVOGU/s320/28391_10150199596430355_861265354_12723645_1240666_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtu9jFUiDI/AAAAAAAAAt0/sSBRMVJ7bGw/s1600/31144_403440358307_512058307_4230834_2580523_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484098974922344498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtu9jFUiDI/AAAAAAAAAt0/sSBRMVJ7bGw/s320/31144_403440358307_512058307_4230834_2580523_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to our campsite it was RAINING. So we got to set up our tent in rain. It was awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtu9SJ5pfI/AAAAAAAAAts/30MsUtwv_c8/s1600/31144_403440393307_512058307_4230838_1071781_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484098970378151410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtu9SJ5pfI/AAAAAAAAAts/30MsUtwv_c8/s320/31144_403440393307_512058307_4230838_1071781_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtuzIjBmZI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZWcGNPX7RJk/s1600/31144_403440423307_512058307_4230840_408702_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484098796000483730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtuzIjBmZI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ZWcGNPX7RJk/s320/31144_403440423307_512058307_4230840_408702_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hansons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtuyy8kLnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ro-w6P506PA/s1600/31144_403440458307_512058307_4230843_1739400_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484098790202027634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtuyy8kLnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ro-w6P506PA/s320/31144_403440458307_512058307_4230843_1739400_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Densleys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBturZcK6dI/AAAAAAAAAtU/qUP8DDXHG5k/s1600/31144_403440448307_512058307_4230842_7429081_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484098663096183250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBturZcK6dI/AAAAAAAAAtU/qUP8DDXHG5k/s320/31144_403440448307_512058307_4230842_7429081_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Printys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBturAfi6-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/8mCDNQb0FfI/s1600/31144_403440433307_512058307_4230841_4323086_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484098656399453154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBturAfi6-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/8mCDNQb0FfI/s320/31144_403440433307_512058307_4230841_4323086_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Paloma brought a huuuge tent so instead of us all bringing our own we all just stayed in that one.  It was wayyy fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtuXdMelAI/AAAAAAAAAss/WCdnWdB70Bg/s1600/28391_10150199597555355_861265354_12723661_1486183_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484098320506721282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtuXdMelAI/AAAAAAAAAss/WCdnWdB70Bg/s320/28391_10150199597555355_861265354_12723661_1486183_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtuWWYgquI/AAAAAAAAAsc/04lGU9NdibA/s1600/28391_10150199601525355_861265354_12723775_1376712_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484098301498272482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtuWWYgquI/AAAAAAAAAsc/04lGU9NdibA/s320/28391_10150199601525355_861265354_12723775_1376712_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtrWe0tpxI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ozgorReWBIY/s1600/31144_403440483307_512058307_4230845_1466770_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484095005229164306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtrWe0tpxI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ozgorReWBIY/s320/31144_403440483307_512058307_4230845_1466770_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first moring- Our campsite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtrV7QXfLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/CaFa3d5_4qA/s1600/31144_403440518307_512058307_4230847_3195592_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484094995681475762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtrV7QXfLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/CaFa3d5_4qA/s320/31144_403440518307_512058307_4230847_3195592_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hike to the Arch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtrViLUF1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/lcZnNN3mDyo/s1600/28391_10150199611440355_861265354_12724012_5693559_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484094988949395282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtrViLUF1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/lcZnNN3mDyo/s320/28391_10150199611440355_861265354_12724012_5693559_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtrL9SJyuI/AAAAAAAAAr8/z3aIvt1W1pM/s1600/28391_10150199604715355_861265354_12723816_6690771_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484094824427145954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtrL9SJyuI/AAAAAAAAAr8/z3aIvt1W1pM/s320/28391_10150199604715355_861265354_12723816_6690771_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtrLYv4kTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/kZyz40A09xg/s1600/28391_10150199607315355_861265354_12723906_6552112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484094814619734322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtrLYv4kTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/kZyz40A09xg/s320/28391_10150199607315355_861265354_12723906_6552112_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtrK3tGqWI/AAAAAAAAArs/V7CzoHs5xDU/s1600/28391_10150199604665355_861265354_12723813_2234484_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484094805749705058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtrK3tGqWI/AAAAAAAAArs/V7CzoHs5xDU/s320/28391_10150199604665355_861265354_12723813_2234484_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtqQwQ9UTI/AAAAAAAAArk/jwyIqZMg7Z4/s1600/28391_10150199607415355_861265354_12723917_5093411_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484093807320191282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtqQwQ9UTI/AAAAAAAAArk/jwyIqZMg7Z4/s320/28391_10150199607415355_861265354_12723917_5093411_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtqQqCAUcI/AAAAAAAAArc/ggnXRt3dWo4/s1600/28391_10150199607390355_861265354_12723915_149833_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484093805646860738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtqQqCAUcI/AAAAAAAAArc/ggnXRt3dWo4/s320/28391_10150199607390355_861265354_12723915_149833_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Break for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtqJ5X1YsI/AAAAAAAAArU/JovE-X7rnoY/s1600/31144_403442638307_512058307_4230876_4756701_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484093689505866434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtqJ5X1YsI/AAAAAAAAArU/JovE-X7rnoY/s320/31144_403442638307_512058307_4230876_4756701_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtqJhibWSI/AAAAAAAAArM/K-7_zndQFxo/s1600/28391_10150199619470355_861265354_12724184_3997191_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484093683107846434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtqJhibWSI/AAAAAAAAArM/K-7_zndQFxo/s320/28391_10150199619470355_861265354_12724184_3997191_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpnTzB6yI/AAAAAAAAAqk/jPxAgRi7mmQ/s1600/31144_403442683307_512058307_4230881_1308440_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484093095303834402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpnTzB6yI/AAAAAAAAAqk/jPxAgRi7mmQ/s320/31144_403442683307_512058307_4230881_1308440_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sitting around the campfire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpmzEBgYI/AAAAAAAAAqc/aClAXkuxWoo/s1600/28391_10150199623105355_861265354_12724255_5909211_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484093086516740482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpmzEBgYI/AAAAAAAAAqc/aClAXkuxWoo/s320/28391_10150199623105355_861265354_12724255_5909211_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpmhkYDoI/AAAAAAAAAqU/CsMD2pmGPx8/s1600/28391_10150199619590355_861265354_12724188_7647656_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484093081820597890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpmhkYDoI/AAAAAAAAAqU/CsMD2pmGPx8/s320/28391_10150199619590355_861265354_12724188_7647656_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hikin' the Fiery Furnace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpmAzagJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/YVOO8RGclnI/s1600/28391_10150199633955355_861265354_12724487_5250014_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484093073025302674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpmAzagJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/YVOO8RGclnI/s320/28391_10150199633955355_861265354_12724487_5250014_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpZw81-mI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ljpupBoVW4E/s1600/31144_403442713307_512058307_4230883_5573400_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484092862611454562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpZw81-mI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ljpupBoVW4E/s320/31144_403442713307_512058307_4230883_5573400_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpZZB70KI/AAAAAAAAAp8/fFMWK6LC1sg/s1600/28391_10150199632945355_861265354_12724468_6758445_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484092856190357666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpZZB70KI/AAAAAAAAAp8/fFMWK6LC1sg/s320/28391_10150199632945355_861265354_12724468_6758445_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpZNYTn-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/Ugo8gilib14/s1600/28391_10150199625080355_861265354_12724313_6032296_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484092853062967266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpZNYTn-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/Ugo8gilib14/s320/28391_10150199625080355_861265354_12724313_6032296_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpY6uGWDI/AAAAAAAAAps/r4nN8M2m0AI/s1600/31144_403442723307_512058307_4230884_3787351_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484092848054097970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtpY6uGWDI/AAAAAAAAAps/r4nN8M2m0AI/s320/31144_403442723307_512058307_4230884_3787351_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Headin home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtoyh0BLcI/AAAAAAAAApk/QsxiPt4GEQU/s1600/28391_10150199634005355_861265354_12724490_1813917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484092188533009858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtoyh0BLcI/AAAAAAAAApk/QsxiPt4GEQU/s320/28391_10150199634005355_861265354_12724490_1813917_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel soooo lucky to have such good, FUN friends! We love them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-4631996945105151802?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/4631996945105151802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=4631996945105151802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4631996945105151802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4631996945105151802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/06/moab.html' title='Moab'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBtu-ODCExI/AAAAAAAAAt8/g0EQzAhVOGU/s72-c/28391_10150199596430355_861265354_12723645_1240666_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-5989682701884094155</id><published>2010-06-13T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:42:23.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clumsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horseback Riding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Injuries'/><title type='text'>Getting back on that horse...again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom's always said that I was a cowgirl at heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to agree with her even though I don't necessarily appear to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I guess that's why I'm married to a cowboy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I guess thats why some of my best friends since middle school were cowgirls (They got me to join FFA- Future Farmers of America- in high school even though all I did was tag along for the field trips..awesome right!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I guess thats why I for some reason started listening to Country music on my own and converted the rest of my family to start listening to it at the age of 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;...now if only I were more like a cowgirl physically..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As in a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; less &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;clumsy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exhibit A.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Culprit: Meg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;When: Summer of 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Where: Dimple Dale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBU66ujMNsI/AAAAAAAAAlE/_ecED-yEu7c/s1600/_ATP5103j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBU66ujMNsI/AAAAAAAAAlE/_ecED-yEu7c/s320/_ATP5103j.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482352901995902658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Meg.  She is Blakes horse.  He loves her more than almost &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Isn't she pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About the third time Blake took me horseback riding while we were dating, I rode Meg.  We went to Dimple Dale (sp?)  with his dad and brothers.  At one point we got to a spot where there was a log in the middle of the trail.  Blake turned to me and said "Meg will jump over those you know. Go ahead!" I thought.. "Hey, why not?!" and went for it without thinking twice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only we'd noticed the other two logs.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She went over the first and it kicked me outta my stirrups, but I was still on the horse ok.  All of a sudden she jumped over two more logs which I was NOT expecting.  When a horse JUMPS over something you don't realize how much of a kick it adds to their back end till ya do it. I went flying for the second log, but I was still holdin on! I was just hangin off the right side of her. I probably still woulda been ok if not for that third log and then the tree...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she jumped over the third long it happened to have a tree to the right side of it.  The tree wiped me out and I was on the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was ok. FREAKED out, cut up and bruised, but ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hand was all cut up from the tree (people kept asking me if I got in a knife fight or something) and I had a big bruise my thigh from hitting the horn on the saddle.  It was awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of those battle wounds fresh, just the scars:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBU6dVxGnFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/s6JBlomob5o/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBU6dVxGnFI/AAAAAAAAAk8/s6JBlomob5o/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482352397127162962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you see the scars on my hand and the top of my wrist?  I actually kinda like that scar, I hope it never fades away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exhibit B.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Culprit: Scarlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When: Memorial Day 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Where:&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Dimple Dale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBU6SxyCZ-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/1k8aCglwUr4/s1600/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBU6SxyCZ-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/1k8aCglwUr4/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482352215668713442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Scarlet.  She is Bret's (Blakes brother) horse. She is really sweet tempered. I love riding her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past Memorial Day was this first ride of the summer.  You could feel how excited and anxious the horses were to get out and go for a ride.  Towards the end of the ride, Jared (Blakes other brother) decided to take off running on the horse.  If you ride horses you know that because horses are pack animals, where one horse goes they all want to go. What one horse does they all want to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Jared took off on his horse, our horses took off.  Because she was so excited to be out running she started kicking up her back legs.  Well because 1. I'm a new, inexperienced rider and 2. My stirrup on one side was longer than the other (which I hadn't realized till Blake was fixing it later) my feet fell out of the stirrups again and kicked me forward onto the saddle horn again.  Unlike Exhibit A, I was able to stop her before I actually fell off.  But I could sure feel it for the rest of the ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBU4K1B0acI/AAAAAAAAAks/PO8WVhbcv8A/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBU4K1B0acI/AAAAAAAAAks/PO8WVhbcv8A/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482349880078002626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; here was my battle wound! I didn't look very good in my running shorts for a little while.  The last of that bruise is just beginning to fade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exhibit C.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Culprit: Stormy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When: This last Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Where: Blakes parents backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBU35F5uK1I/AAAAAAAAAkk/nMgVmBv46eQ/s1600/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBU35F5uK1I/AAAAAAAAAkk/nMgVmBv46eQ/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482349575369796434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Stormy. She is the by far the most even tempered horse.  "Drives like a Cadillac" as we like to say.  She is Blakes dads horse and is the one that they have visitors ride the most because she's so chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately this is the least exciting story, which embarrassingly enough has the most tragic ending.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Thursday Blake and I were at his parents house.  They are thinking of breeding one of their horses, and we wanted to see the stud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afterwards, we were in the corral just petting the horses.  Blake was actually on his phone with a friend from school and I was standing in the middle of all the horses petting them.  I was turned to Scarlet trying to get her to let me pet her when I think Meg snapped at Stormy and bit her backend. Stormy was behind me and whipped her butt around and ran into me. This caught me off guard and knocked me into Rucio (the donkey) and scared him as well as Scarlet who I had been reaching towards at the same time Stormy had hit me.  As I fell I saw all the horses that were surrounding me take off. Because I was watching them try to avoid stepping on me, my first instinct was to cover my head. With my right arm over my head I put my left arm down to catch myself.  Of course this all happened really fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So as Blake saw this he quickly told the person he was talking to "My wife just got knocked down I gotta go" (THAT makes me sound cool). When Blake came over I knew my wrist hurt but I wasn't sure if the tears were coming from pain or from just being freaked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went inside and I realized how much my arm hurt.  We ended up deciding to go to the ER and sure enough, it was broken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBUwvKMkNDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/iGoz0G22BbQ/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBUwvKMkNDI/AAAAAAAAAkU/iGoz0G22BbQ/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482341708142490674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBUwaOIxikI/AAAAAAAAAkM/S3_dZELYxbg/s1600/2010-06-10+22.12.37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBUwaOIxikI/AAAAAAAAAkM/S3_dZELYxbg/s320/2010-06-10+22.12.37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482341348423076418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBUwAzH6ZUI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ZMH7wyx9ACQ/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBUwAzH6ZUI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ZMH7wyx9ACQ/s1600/photo.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBUwAzH6ZUI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ZMH7wyx9ACQ/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482340911674975554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm going to the Orthopedic Surgeon tomorrow to find out if I damaged any ligaments and to get a hard cast. Great way to start off the summer huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Please don't blame the horses. This is from a combination of my inexperience with being around horses + me being abnormally clumsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S. How long do I have to be around horses till I can consider myself "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" with being around horses?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE END&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1867580995277052583-5989682701884094155?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/5989682701884094155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=5989682701884094155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5989682701884094155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5989682701884094155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='Getting back on that horse...again.'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/TBU66ujMNsI/AAAAAAAAAlE/_ecED-yEu7c/s72-c/_ATP5103j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-4898376705484533034</id><published>2010-05-03T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:01:51.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie'/><title type='text'>Oh Charlie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the other day we gave Charlie a bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since he has so much dang fur it is a pretty big process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brush&lt;/span&gt; him allllll out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Put him in the bath&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rinse&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;soap&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rinse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wrap him in a towel&lt;/span&gt; so he doesn't get water everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blow dry his hair&lt;/span&gt;. This seriously takes FOREVER. His hair is so long and thick that it ends up taking me WAY longer to blow dry his hair than it does to do my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brush him out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cut&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; so that his doesn't get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dingleberries&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, it's a long process. It took us about 3 hours. When we were done he was so fluffy and cute that it was worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467111527131221458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S98U98oZjdI/AAAAAAAAAjs/W0hYkUN_zKY/s320/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least I thought it was worth it until he I let him outside to go to the bathroom and he decided to roll around in puddles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467111487455812994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S98U7o1C3YI/AAAAAAAAAjk/gNzU-js06hQ/s320/photo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-4898376705484533034?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/4898376705484533034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=4898376705484533034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4898376705484533034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4898376705484533034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-charlie.html' title='Oh Charlie.'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S98U98oZjdI/AAAAAAAAAjs/W0hYkUN_zKY/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-1560929564506587207</id><published>2010-04-27T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:58:19.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scuba Diving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabo San Lucas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Vacation- Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the last one I swear. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday, March 25: Mazatlan, Mexico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Mazatlan we didn't sign up for any excursions. We decided we'd use this day as our day on the beach. When we got off the boat they had cart/train things that took us to some shops. From here there were tons taxi's with Mexicans in our faces telling us why their trashed taxi with stained ripped up seats is better than the other trashed taxi with stained ripped up seats. As we were walking towards the taxis, we saw a couple who were on their honeymoon who both spoke spanish, so I ask them if they wanted to share a taxi. Brilliant I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the taxi on our way to the beach there the husband of the couple decided to tells us he only has a 50. : Since MY husband is much more prepared than him, we had enough small dollar bills where we just gave him 45 back and paid the driver, since we weren't planning on spending much here -we were just going to the beach- we'd only brough like $60 bucks (in small bills since uh helllo we're in Mexico..they can't give you that much American cash back!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Since we'd had to give our small bills to the couple, we now had 5 ones and a $50. Aweeesome. We weren't too worried because we were just going to the beach... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we got to the beach, we found a guy renting out boogie boards which we realllly wanted to do. He wanted $15 (psh yeah right) so we talked him down to $7.. buuut like I said, we only had 5 ones and a 50.. which of course this guy didn't have change for...awesome! So the guy told us we could go to a money exchange just across the street and get smaller bills there. So we rand over to the money exhange, as soon as we told her we wanted cash back for a $50 she started shaking her head and yelling at us in spanish &amp;amp; she just walked away. We took that as a no and just looked at each other and started laughing. After a second we started ringing the bell till she came back and asked her where else we could go. She pointed down the street and we figured out she was directing us to another money exchange.  So, we started walking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walked forever until we finally found another money exchange. Luckily they had enough to exchange with us! So that was annoying. But it was fine, kinda funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We then walked all the way back to the beach and rented the boogie boards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man, we had a BLAST! Like I said before, the waves in Mexico are wayyy bigger than I'm used to. We seriously surfed in the waves alllll day!! We had so much fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464888034095835714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9cutnmQqkI/AAAAAAAAAjU/TffN31uv5oI/s320/photo7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blake boogie boarding :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464887980295622018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9cuqfLSjYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/zVgTCMdO204/s320/photo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just like this picture. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464887854619608162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9cujK_yxGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/mp2F18NJc4s/s320/photo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464887812870408386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9cugveAiMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ydSILlrFdsg/s320/photo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the end of the day we were exhausted and hungry. We decided not to eat in mexico (didn't want to take the chance of getting sick) so we just took a pulmanilla (sp?) back to the ship and ate lunch there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday, March 26: Cabo San Lucas, Mexico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was by far the most beautiful of the places that we stopped. Unfortunately we were there for the shortest amount of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Cabo they don't dock the ship at land, instead they have little boats come pick everyone up. When those boats brought us to the dock, the streets were LINED with mexicans trying to get you to go on an excursion with them. They all get in your face and try to get you to go snorkeling with them, or whale watching with them, or whatever it is. It's actually really annoying. We walked around for a bit and looked at the shops. The people in the shops here would NOT budge on their prices, and everything was such cheap quality we didn't buy anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok so so far it sounds like I've only talked about the crappy things in Cabo when really it was way fun, I for sure want to go back to JUST there someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464887591214697778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9cuT1vKzTI/AAAAAAAAAik/Y_6DJf4gViY/s320/photo4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random picture at one of the shops in Cabo that were right off the boat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465162077808356722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9gn9D-z7XI/AAAAAAAAAjc/VRywkcod3V8/s320/cabo-san-lucas-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I didn't take this ^ picture, I found it on Google, but this is a national part in Cabo. It was absolutely BREATH TAKING, and even more beautiful to see in real life than it is in the picture. &amp;amp; Its all natural! It was very cool.&lt;br /&gt;In Cabo instead of doing an excursion through the cruise line, we decided to find a vendor IN Mexico. The reason we did that was because Blake REALLY wanted to go scuba diving again and I wanted to be able to go with him. The cruise line wouldn't let me do it since I'm not certified.. But we were in MEXICO &amp;amp; they don't require you to be certified! haha I was sooo excited. Scuba diving is something I've ALWAYS wanted to do. So, we found the least annoying mexican trying to sell things and asked him where we should go scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;When I first got in the water with all my gear on I was really nervous. I couldn't get myself to go down at first, thinking about going to the bottom of the ocean was freakin me out. I kept imagining that I would get down there and feel like I couldn't breath and having a panic attack down there. So we just floated on top and acted like we were snorkeling. After doing that for a little bit I started to get more comfortable breathing with the equipment and we went down! It was amazing. Scuba Diving is like being in a completely different world. I will DEFINITELY be getting scuba certified this summer so I can do it again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After scuba diving, we went back to that beach in the picture above. We didn't take any pictures (of course) but we did get some video so at least I have that..haha&lt;br /&gt;The waves here were somehow even BIGGER than the ones in Puerte Vallarta and Mazatlan. At one point I was just chillin on the beach and all of a sudden a HUUUGE wave came and completely covered me! haha Blake thought that was pretty funny. After that I was COVERED in sand. So, I went to go rinse off in the water, when ANOTHER huge wave came and knocked me over (I'm not that cordinated) and rammed right into some coral which sliced my foot open.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;It was probably 1:00 by now and we had to be back on the boat by 3, so we just decided to go back since my foot was bleeding everywhere! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464886472524105746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9ctSuSjCBI/AAAAAAAAAic/z1BNBItao_I/s320/photo6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Takin the little boat back to our ship-you can see the national park I mention behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464886398360026978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9ctOaAc_2I/AAAAAAAAAiU/iEg8Bj5WQ9U/s320/photo5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And here's our ship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wow, this is a really long post. I'll end with that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-1560929564506587207?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/1560929564506587207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=1560929564506587207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/1560929564506587207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/1560929564506587207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/04/vacation-chapter-3.html' title='The Vacation- Chapter 3'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9cutnmQqkI/AAAAAAAAAjU/TffN31uv5oI/s72-c/photo7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-7008102164371219371</id><published>2010-04-13T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:41:17.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>That Vacation- Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright so I know it's not "tomorrow" but here's Chapter 2! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday, March 23: Day at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I booked our cabin I did the "Spa" upgrade. It wasn't that much more and everyone likes getting pampered right!? (At least I do !) I'm way glad we did. It was WAY cheaper to do it that way then to purchase it on the ship! It gave us unlimited access to their private salted hot tub, lemon grass steam room, regular steam room, sauna rooms which had these beds that were heated, and their "relaxation room". I liked the private hot tub the best just because, if you've been on a cruise you'll know there are TONS of people. The public hot tubs seem to always be PACKED. I love hot tubs, but I'm not really down with cramming into steamy hot water while rubbing up against some drunk fat person that I don't know. So having a private one was really nice!! As for Blake, he loooved the lemon grass steam room, he gets pretty dry skin and he loved soaking up the moisture! The aromatherapy made it just that much better! We spent a good amount of time here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This day, we also spent some good "quality" ;) time in our cabin, watched some movies (we brought movies like Pirates of the Carribean, The Little Mermaid, Master &amp;amp; Commander..ocean movies haha) took some good long naps, and some other things that I probably shouldn't mention on here, it was great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463348974184714850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9G28ipGUmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/XFoyozyaMn8/s320/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This baby is what got us in and out of the spa whenever we want :)&lt;br /&gt;(This is the only picture I have for this day) :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday, March 24: Puerto Vallarta, Mexico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We arrived in Puerto Vallarta at 9:00 AM. We woke up about 9 and went down to the desk of "excursions".&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I've ALWAYS wanted to swim with dolphins. It's always been one of those things I have to do before I die. So we signed up for it!!! It was pretty pricey but I think totally worth it. Dolphins are amazing animals. It was sooo fun.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, one thing I was sooo upset about. When you go there they have people taking pictures of you while you're in the water, my thinking was well it might be a little expensive, but this is a once in a lifetime thing! So in my head I planned on buying those photos, since Blake and I were BOTH in the water at the same time, we couldn't really get pictures. So after we are done, we go out to look at the photos..they wanted&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; $250.00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for those photos! or $100 for ten. :&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that since they charge so much for the actual excursion they wouldn't go THAT extreme, but they did. I was so mad I refused to by a single picture. Can you believe that!? I was SO disappointed. So if you ever do that excursion bring someone along who doesn't get in the water so they can take pictures of you. :) But it really was SO fun. The place we went for this excursion didn't only have dolphins, they also have sea lions and parrots. (They probably have more animals but those were all we saw) and they let hold and feed the birds. So we got some good pictures of that at least. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I actually think I went a little crazy taking pictures after the dolphin thing..haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463341918098870354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9Gwh0rI0FI/AAAAAAAAAiE/RCjsjBctn4E/s320/24529_1373178003980_1067679354_1128053_6386977_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463327094273108082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9GjC9nqaHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/gLPU7QnW3ps/s320/24529_1373177923978_1067679354_1128051_6790124_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463324098010411922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9GgUjq985I/AAAAAAAAAh0/bL7qXFn76nc/s320/24529_1373177963979_1067679354_1128052_2509617_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463321775620634434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9GeNYGGN0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/mazBHFNf47I/s320/24529_1373177843976_1067679354_1128049_4671841_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463319439512993762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9GcFZaof-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/38u-c2GdGjs/s320/24529_1373179604020_1067679354_1128057_7905752_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463319135520776290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9Gbzs9PYGI/AAAAAAAAAhM/pjyNZ0kokmE/s320/24529_1373179524018_1067679354_1128056_2108275_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, have you ever seen the Harry Potter movie when Harry gets on the "magic" bus?  Where its speeding crazy around everyone and like gets skinnier to to through building and stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Thats exactly what bus rides are like in Mexico.  haha Seriously they have almost no regard for stop signs, they are clearly not worried about hitting other cars (which is why they have the big cage things attached to the front of the vehicle to protect it) and drive as fast and jerky as if the were driving a small sports car.  It's absolutely insane! Haha but way fun. So we had to take a couple pictures on the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463318755775382994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9GbdmS4hdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/i6PA4gDsD_U/s320/24529_1373181164059_1067679354_1128061_5579040_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463318476892823058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9GbNXYGXhI/AAAAAAAAAg8/JBRJ87wFJsM/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since we stayed in Puerte Vallarta longer than we did at the other stops, we got to do more.  After the excursion we went to the beach.  I didn't feel like getting in the water, but Blake did! The waves are wayyy bigger than waves in California and Florida (which is where most my "beach experiences" are from) so that makes it even more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463317968801219202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9GavylnwoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/fpSfIe13ehQ/s320/24529_1373181204060_1067679354_1128062_6642896_n.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463315921525406386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9GY4n5B-rI/AAAAAAAAAgs/FIVPEM38Ews/s320/24529_1373182284087_1067679354_1128065_5674401_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry I'm not done quite yet...I'll finish up the rest later! &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/1867580995277052583-7008102164371219371?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/7008102164371219371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=7008102164371219371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7008102164371219371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7008102164371219371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-vacation-chapter-2.html' title='That Vacation- Chapter 2'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S9G28ipGUmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/XFoyozyaMn8/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-4053458930148083316</id><published>2010-04-10T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:28:26.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dress up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>That Vacation -Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As mentioned in my last post Blake and I were in desperate need of a vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We ended up deciding to go on a Mexican Cruise!! You don't need a passport to get in and out of Mexico and we knew it would be warm. PLUS, I'd never been on a cruise before....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I booked the cruise the Wednesday before we left, (we shipped out on Sunday) because we're crrrazy like that and we had a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm realllllly disappointed I didn't take more pictures. I always get so caught up in what we're doing and having fun that I forget to take pictues :( I'm going to make it a goal to start taking more and blogging about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ok, so this post is really long... sorry it's probably boring pointless information to most of you, but one thing I love about blogging is its like a journal/scrapbook that I can type up real easily, so I want to write down everything that way we don't forget it. Maybe I'll break it up into a few different posts so it's not so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ALlllright... DAY 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sunday March 21st 1 AM: Leave to Cali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yes. We pulled an allll nighter. I must say, I was realllly impressed Blake was able to stay awake so well! It is normally realllly hard for him to not get his sleep. But he just turned on his book on tape, broke out an energy drink and drove for about 6 hours! I fell asleep just after 1 and slept for about an hour. I did that for about 3 hours, I'd fall asleep and then like clock work wake up in an hour to see how Blakes doing and if he was ready to trade but he didn't, he just let me sleep! Sweet guy. He drove for probably 5 or 6 hours until we traded and I gave him a chance to get some sleep. He slept for a good two hours, then when he woke up it was light outside and so he couldn't fall back asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Once Blake woke up he just couldn't resist pointing out all the things I should do different while driving, so I (graciously of course) moved over and was happy to let him show me how to drive the right way. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We decided before we left that instead of going straight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to Long Beach (where we were to sail out) we would make a detour through Redlands. Redlands was Blakes first area on his mission and one of his favorites. We got here around 9 and drove by the apartment he lived in and took some pictures which we sent to Ben Printy. (who along with his wife, we make sure to hang out with at least one day of our weekend every week) Ben was Blakes first companion and they served together here for a good little while. (I'm can't remember exactly how long) after Blake had been in the mission for about a year they were companions again and were district leaders together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S8IkQ-4VbJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FS_aF0fq5BY/s320/Return_to_Redlands+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458965572502252690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blakes first home in the mission field!  Redlands, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then we stopped by the Olive Market just down the street and took a little walk. The weather was beautiful and everything was sooo green! I loved the houses in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; that area, they are all so vintage looking! After a little while we decided we were hungry and decided it was time for some breakfast at ihop. We actually had a lot of fun in Redlands! Sooner than we would have liked, we had to leave and head to Long Beach to board our ship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I just need to say freakin' GOOD thing for GPS! Finding the right port for our boat would have been 1000 times more difficult without it! Eventually we made our way to the ship and waited for what seemed like forever to board. Once we did we walked around a little bit got some lunch, found out what was on the schedule that night all that good stuff. At this point it was 5 PM and we were SO tired! We went back to our cabin and seriously passed out. We'd intended to wake up in about 2 hours to make it to dinner which was at 8:15, but nope! Either our alarm just didn't go off, or we were so out of it we turned it off in our sleep, so when I woke up and looked at my clock and it was 3 AM!!! We basically missed that whole day on the ocean. Haha Thats ok it was worth it we needed that sleep! It was really weird because when we fell asleep we were still at the dock and everyone was still boarding. When we woke up it was pitch black outside and there was nothin' but ocean surrounding us. That was a crazy feeling, but it was cool cause we were pretty much the only ones awake so we got to explore the boats all by ourselves :) Since we'd missed dinner by 7 hours we were pretty hungry, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; we went down to the grill and got some pizza and brought it back to our cabin to eat while we watched a movie. The pizza was actually really gross but it was fun anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ok, so I just realized that this day STARTED Saturday night and ended Monday morning. I guess it's time to start day 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;DAY 2: Monday, March 22:  Day at Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So after we ate pizza and watch a movie we decided to go back to sleep. Haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The next day we explored the boat.  I'm not really into laying out ALL DAY like a lot of people.  1. I don't want to risk getting burned. 2. It's boring. haha  We laid out for like maybe a half hour before I started getting fidgety.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Our ship was fully equipped with a mini golf course, water slide, 3 pools, 4 hot tubs, food galore, basketball court, ping pong, spa-steam rooms, saunas all that jazz (that's all I can remember right now..haha) the point is we kept ourselves busy!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What sticks out to me the most on this day was dinner, because it was "formal night" we got all dressed up for dinner and had lobster.  Then we went to a musical show.  It was really fun!  I always love getting dressed up!  Again, I wish I'd taken more pictures rather than just a few face photos that we took ourselves!  But oh well!  Here's what I've got..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S8Ij7bTydSI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/hW-SpzIA1qY/s1600/DSCN3877.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S8Ij7bTydSI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/hW-SpzIA1qY/s320/DSCN3877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458965202176472354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S8IjxYVnsXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/zQCoL4oRDaQ/s1600/DSCN3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S8IjxYVnsXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/zQCoL4oRDaQ/s320/DSCN3880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458965029580157298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All Dressed up for Formal night :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm aware that we are still very much WHITE in these photos..it was day one...back offf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sn't my husband sooooooo handsome????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S8IjlFbsNAI/AAAAAAAAAgA/bvTPpEtwiyM/s1600/DSCN3875.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S8IjlFbsNAI/AAAAAAAAAgA/bvTPpEtwiyM/s1600/DSCN3875.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S8IjlFbsNAI/AAAAAAAAAgA/bvTPpEtwiyM/s400/DSCN3875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458964818346914818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's all for now ladies and gentleman!  Stay tuned for "chapter 2" tomorrow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1867580995277052583-4053458930148083316?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/4053458930148083316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=4053458930148083316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4053458930148083316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4053458930148083316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-vacation-chapter-1.html' title='That Vacation -Chapter 1'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S8IkQ-4VbJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FS_aF0fq5BY/s72-c/Return_to_Redlands+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-4012304943790078203</id><published>2010-03-04T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:31:54.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>The time has come..</title><content type='html'>..for us to take a VACATION.&lt;br /&gt;We've delayed it far too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The last vacation we went on just the two of us was almost exactly a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We need to just &lt;em&gt;hang out.&lt;/em&gt; An hour of seeing each other a day just isn't enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If Blake gets the internship he's hoping for this summer, we won't get to go on one single summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Because I'm sick and tired of being cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, I want to make this vacation count.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear about the coolest (warm) vacation you've ever been on.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the dream vacation spot that few know about .&lt;br /&gt;I want to live it up and be warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am reaching out to the world of blogger to find any and all of those vacation spots that we all dream about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-4012304943790078203?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/4012304943790078203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=4012304943790078203' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4012304943790078203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4012304943790078203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-has-come.html' title='The time has come..'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-2634048280552361537</id><published>2010-02-16T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:31:12.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie'/><title type='text'>I love LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S3r1NCUBrHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AeP9kN_xIsI/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438929104311266418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S3r1NCUBrHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AeP9kN_xIsI/s400/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Charlie looks weird in this picture ^ so I decided to add another one so everyone knows how cute he really is!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438929059545110418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S3r1Kbi8V5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/rkVL1n4XMA8/s400/photo1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In light of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VALENTINES DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I decided to dedicate a post to LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOOOOVE the following things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My amazing, sweet, HOTT husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wonderful parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wonderful In-Laws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My "cool" brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little puppy Charlie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My amazing friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dr. Pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Chocolate Cottage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chocolate in general&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singing at the top of my lungs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The smell of babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuddling with Blake and sleeping in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making dinner that Blake thinks is delicious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing Phase 10 with Blake, Ben &amp;amp; Paloma till 3 in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, I love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-2634048280552361537?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/2634048280552361537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=2634048280552361537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/2634048280552361537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/2634048280552361537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-love.html' title='I love LOVE!'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S3r1NCUBrHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AeP9kN_xIsI/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-3104283990515764752</id><published>2010-01-09T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:49:49.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Sleeeeep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone who knows Blake knows he is an extremely deep sleeper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He can sleep literally anytime, anywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; through &lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This last weekend, Blake and I planned on going to St. George Saturday morning through Sunday evening. Friday night, Blake fell asleep while we were watching a movie. Since I wasn't tired, I got him to go to bed and showered. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I finally got tired and went to bed, I realized he hadn't set an alarm to wake up so we could leave early enough for St. George. I wasn't really sure how long the drive would take and we needed to be there no later than 12:30. So I decided to see if Blake was conscious at all and ask him...he wasn't. Haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was our conversation (if you can really call it a conversation!):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BreeAnn&lt;/strong&gt;: Sweetheart, what time do you think we should leave in the morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blake&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(groggy and slurring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Whatever you think Charlie&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BreeAnn&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Cracking up that he just called me Charlie-our puppies name&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Umm..well how long do you think the drive will be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blake&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;This time clear as can be&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Ten and a half minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BreeAnn&lt;/strong&gt;: Hahaha Honey! How long do you think it'll take to get to St George??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blake&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Sounding like he's trying to be nice even though he's irritated that I didn't think of this advise myself&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Well honey, get a ruler, Measure and start from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahahaha I laughed out loud by myself for like 10 minutes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ended up calling my mom to find out how long driving to St. George takes and so I could have someone to laugh with me. haha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love when he sleep talks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-3104283990515764752?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/3104283990515764752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=3104283990515764752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/3104283990515764752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/3104283990515764752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/01/most-nights-for-me-go-like-this.html' title='Sleeeeep'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-7008405645563955791</id><published>2010-01-07T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:30:23.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never really had a problem driving in the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact, last year in the dead of winter, I drove from Salt Lake to Provo EVERYDAY for work in Blakes Lexus, which is rear wheel drive and horrible in the snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year, about a week before Christmas, I drove to the University of Utah's bookstore to buy a watch for Blake for Christmas that he wanted. Driving there wasn't too bad a little bit of snow, but it was also rainy, so the rain was keeping the roads wet rather than icy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On my way back I got stuck in stop and go traffic due to an accident not too far ahead of me. After waiting for about a half hour, they clear the accident over enough that I could drive past them. I was keeping my speed to about 45 because the roads were a little more slippery due the snow that had built up while no one was driving on the road since we were all stopped behind the accident, but even then they still weren't too bad, I actually felt like I was being overly cautious. About 2 minutes past the accident, I hit some snow/ice. My car all of a sudden swerved to the right where a truck was driving next to me. My first instinct was that I didn't want to hit anyone else so..I swerved the opposite direction and hit the break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah yeah, I know that is the worst thing to do when your car is out of control. But, that's what I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My car swerved to the left and I now had NO control over my car. Right then I full on expected to feel the crash of my car crushing into a car on my left. But, somehow there were no cars anywhere near me. Or anywhere on the highway at all for the matter, except far behind me. Then my car started to spin. It was terrifing. I didn't know what to do, I just tried frantially to gain some control, some friction with the road, but nothing. Finally, my car stopped spinning, which you'd think would have given me relief. But it didn't because I didn't stop in the right direction. I was now driving backwards looking at the cars that should be behind me through my front windsheild. This was terrifying because I could actually see all the chaos going on and I had no way to stop it. I felt like I was in a movie or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then out of now where it spun me back to my right and I was just waiting to slam into the barrier on the side of the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But..it didn't. My car just stopped on the side of the road, facing the right direction and everything, as if I'd meant to stop there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; then the cars that should have been there all along were back on the highway like nothing had happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sat there for a minute just wanting to cry, but I was frozen and I couldn't even do that. I didn't know what to do next. All I could think about is how I should not be sitting there right then without even a scratch on my car or anyone else's car for that matter. And there is no doubt in my head that that was NOT due to my own "driving skills". So I said a pray thanking Heavenly Father for keeping me safe because there is NO way I would have be where I was at that moment without his help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I called Blake and told him that I hate his precious care and demanded that we sale it...and then I cried. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I know this is long, but I am almost finished)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I drove home I felt like I'd never driven on the snow in life. I now had zero confidence in my car. I drove white knuckled all the way home, dreading getting to the hill right before my house. You see everytime it snows bad Blake and I always see cars from our window get stuck on this hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I finally got to the hill, I tried not to slow down, I felt the tires spinning but I was making it ..then of course right before I got to the top where I turn into the neightborhood I hesitated (I know SO stupid) and I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt;. I was all of a sudden imagining all these terrible things that were going to happen, like my car rolling backwards down the hill or something..so I just kept trying frantically to keep going and my tires were just spinning. Just as I was beginning to really panic I looked in my rearview mirror to see a truck stop and park behind me. At first I was embaressed and I did NOT want him to stop. Then I looked to my left, and another truck that was going the opposite direction also stopped and parked, then I looked to my right and saw a guy was running out his back door.. All of three of these ANGELS appeared at once and to pushed me the rest of the way into my neighborhood! Before I could even stop to thank them profusely they ran back to their cars and were gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just yelled out my window "THANK YOU SO MUCH"! I don't even know if they heard me...they probably didn't even think much of it. But as soon as I got to my driveway, I just stopped and cried. I felt so relieved and greatful to be home safe and that they were willing to stop what they were doing to help someone they don't even know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love where I live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-7008405645563955791?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/7008405645563955791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=7008405645563955791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7008405645563955791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7008405645563955791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/01/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-804793649612304161</id><published>2010-01-07T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:12:30.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Oh, I love the holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I realize this post should have been done before the last one, but I'm really bad at this whole blogging thing..so it wasn't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year just before Christmas my whole family rides &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trax&lt;/span&gt; down to Salt Lake City. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We go to dinner, see the lights at Temple Square and get the last of our Christmas shopping done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really bad at taking pictures, so I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stole&lt;/span&gt; the pictures my little sister took...here's just a few of our trip. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YR4HYSHXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/UL_su0hEZIk/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424042456965586290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YR4HYSHXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/UL_su0hEZIk/s400/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YRqftyI7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/PC-hHx0pNbI/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YNqF_ZJAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/FLTrEuyE3bI/s1600-h/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424037818028073986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YNqF_ZJAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/FLTrEuyE3bI/s400/photo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YNnvypcII/AAAAAAAAAcs/cnOOfmjMSrU/s1600-h/photo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424037777709297794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YNnvypcII/AAAAAAAAAcs/cnOOfmjMSrU/s400/photo5.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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YNf6FTnpI/AAAAAAAAAck/q0fXgdVYyaE/s1600-h/photo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424037643032960658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YNf6FTnpI/AAAAAAAAAck/q0fXgdVYyaE/s400/photo4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YNa9HnEGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fANujXLkfQE/s1600-h/photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424037557948584034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YNa9HnEGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fANujXLkfQE/s400/photo3.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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YNU7czDtI/AAAAAAAAAcU/lVJeyIk91DA/s1600-h/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424037454421364434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YNU7czDtI/AAAAAAAAAcU/lVJeyIk91DA/s400/photo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really fun Christmas tradition that I'm going to definitely carry on with my kids someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&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/1867580995277052583-804793649612304161?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/804793649612304161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=804793649612304161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/804793649612304161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/804793649612304161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-i-love-holidays.html' title='Oh, I love the holidays.'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/S0YR4HYSHXI/AAAAAAAAAdE/UL_su0hEZIk/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-5677191167578119764</id><published>2009-12-28T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:36:45.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie'/><title type='text'>Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Szj6PmCHwEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_tAz7REUGZU/s1600-h/photo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Charlie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345695643477650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SzjvsSSlppI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qRn9LKaSmPI/s400/photo.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie was one of the awesome Christmas present I got his year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420357297354817602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Szj6PmCHwEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/_tAz7REUGZU/s400/photo5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie doesn't like to sleep alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345804277670098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Szjvym-_4NI/AAAAAAAAAbk/sw6uS5GjyHg/s400/photo1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;In fact, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie hates sleeping alone so much, that he was up at 3 AM last night and whined and barked till 6:30 before Blake and I gave in and let him sleep with us in our bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420349726117571554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SzjzW4-fq-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/v6s0ty7juQo/s400/photo2.jpg" /&gt; Charlie was a naughty puppy last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420354547308548658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Szj3vhT_0jI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZLKsGwu4kYs/s400/photo4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we love him anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420350347372911874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Szjz7DVT3QI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Co8gmtHkJWM/s400/photo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Charlie isn't really a naughty puppy, last night is the first time since the 23rd (the day we got him) that he didn't sleep well through the night. :)&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/1867580995277052583-5677191167578119764?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/5677191167578119764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=5677191167578119764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5677191167578119764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5677191167578119764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-present.html' title='Christmas Present'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SzjvsSSlppI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qRn9LKaSmPI/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-6783509444197531593</id><published>2009-12-14T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:38:23.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>It's Christmaaas Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I know I'm getting really bad at this blogging thing, but here are some pictures of the house, all decorated, with our very first Christmas tree! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SyczM2lJdMI/AAAAAAAAAas/xK-vqV2xmkw/s1600-h/HPIM1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415353372839081154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SyczM2lJdMI/AAAAAAAAAas/xK-vqV2xmkw/s400/HPIM1136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I wanted to take some pictures of the living room with the pretty roses Blake bought me for our ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY! Sunday, December 13th was our first Anniversary. Since it was Sunday, obviously we didn't go out anywhere, so I made dinner and we stayed in and cuddled! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Syc0HYjka-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/hlMfRS_00L0/s1600-h/HPIM1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415354378391677922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Syc0HYjka-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/hlMfRS_00L0/s400/HPIM1141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Syc0uYZvx7I/AAAAAAAAAa8/928nGDincD4/s1600-h/HPIM1144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415355048365377458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Syc0uYZvx7I/AAAAAAAAAa8/928nGDincD4/s400/HPIM1144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Syc1BsgX5rI/AAAAAAAAAbE/dBr6gk58_PQ/s1600-h/HPIM1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415355380179396274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Syc1BsgX5rI/AAAAAAAAAbE/dBr6gk58_PQ/s400/HPIM1146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;On about our third date Blake took me to his work Christmas party 2 years ago, they gave us this little guy &gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Syc1kSz1N4I/AAAAAAAAAbU/HegaMnER60E/s1600-h/HPIM1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415355974577108866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Syc1kSz1N4I/AAAAAAAAAbU/HegaMnER60E/s400/HPIM1149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&amp;amp; This year, they gave us this! &gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Syc1VV4eytI/AAAAAAAAAbM/iSIPeOqDcRM/s1600-h/HPIM1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415355717703879378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Syc1VV4eytI/AAAAAAAAAbM/iSIPeOqDcRM/s400/HPIM1148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Kinda fun.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I thought I'd put up a few pictures of the house! I know I'm doin' it kinda backwards, but I'll post more later :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-6783509444197531593?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/6783509444197531593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=6783509444197531593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/6783509444197531593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/6783509444197531593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmaaas-time.html' title='It&apos;s Christmaaas Time!'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SyczM2lJdMI/AAAAAAAAAas/xK-vqV2xmkw/s72-c/HPIM1136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-4131472384231403909</id><published>2009-11-10T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:19:33.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missionary'/><title type='text'>To teach, &amp; preach &amp; work as missionaries do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is me and one of my oldest and best friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Britney Chugg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402642073131654594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SvoKV1GXncI/AAAAAAAAAY4/YtGi3j_0eco/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this was the oldest picture of us I could find at the moment since my laptop crashed :(  This is us at EFY when we were younger..and yes, I know... not exactly my best picture...haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 441px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402715619699065250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SvpNOzaeAaI/AAAAAAAAAZI/LOTjJPp7JBI/s400/30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Junior Prom 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anywho, I am feeling nostalgic because Britney just left on a mission to FIJI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402643201762066322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SvoLXhk0_5I/AAAAAAAAAZA/muolgVrFi6w/s400/YAY+day+053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(We have way too many pictures that look just like this one. Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Britney and I became best friends when we were in 7th grade.&lt;br /&gt;Since we were ALWAYS together, we were a lot a like. We walked the same, talked the same, our hand writing looked the same, and even though we pretty much look opposite (besides both being just over 5'8 and having long hair) everyone thought we were sisters. In High School, our teachers always got us mixed up and were asked more than once if we were twins. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402717420069516210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SvpO3mUO87I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RjCnlWwSl58/s400/44.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Our first semester of college)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403000998187080690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SvtQyBIFm_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/xeovwSZBPLM/s400/_ATP9339j.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Me and Britney at my wedding, she was one of my maid of honors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's sooo weird to me that she is going to be gone for so long. But she is going to be a great missionary, and I'm sooo excited for her!!!&lt;/span&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/1867580995277052583-4131472384231403909?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/4131472384231403909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=4131472384231403909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4131472384231403909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4131472384231403909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-teach-preach-work-as-missionaries-do.html' title='To teach, &amp; preach &amp; work as missionaries do!'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SvoKV1GXncI/AAAAAAAAAY4/YtGi3j_0eco/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-8570338982194689636</id><published>2009-09-12T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:22:09.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labor Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horseback Riding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been working our butts off for the last 2 months, and decided that Labor Day was the perfect invite to take a break and do what we love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we went up to Blakes grandpa's cabin and rode our most favorite horses everrrrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Catching the horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380642204806515618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sqvhk9D3i6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/DPNP9SVct-c/s400/DSCN4799.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380642425413811538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sqvhxy4vvVI/AAAAAAAAAWw/p_Tbf_sFgpM/s400/DSCN4800.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380642730061207842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SqviDhyWGSI/AAAAAAAAAW4/s_Y1Spqd0F4/s400/DSCN4802+E2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643357930055570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SqvioEx8Z5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/s-EeGv7Jfwo/s400/DSCN4810+E2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380645806627078210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sqvk2m4zwEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zDdpxbWN4zs/s400/DSCN4849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My girl Zurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380646027904731122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SqvlDfNgx_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/aJoc5xi0nwU/s400/DSCN4852+E.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Saddle 'em up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643973619734786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SqvjL6ZzWQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/GFsjI_o8v2Q/s400/DSCN4821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. RIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380643539691608162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sqviyp5RmGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Iosd7WM7egg/s400/DSCN4816+E2.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380644475177216242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SqvjpG2bKPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/fc7FCiLkxsc/s400/DSCN4836+E.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380645094033842882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SqvkNIRV4sI/AAAAAAAAAYI/nbGLHqc42aY/s400/DSCN4834+E.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380644222862330146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sqvjaa53iSI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5B8M_YdRo3Y/s400/DSCN4827+E.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Say goodbye :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380644758863796002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sqvj5nqk1yI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_jQN0seoJoM/s400/DSCN4844+E.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blakes horse Meg always rolls around like this after she goes for a ride. Haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380645427502737682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SqvkgiihaRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/OWrW7Qqc1_0/s400/DSCN4846+E.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380646248925525314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SqvlQWk-dUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/JAQRCu_B0rQ/s400/DSCN4854+E.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380646609257105666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SqvllU6uCQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/puobPh5Z7qw/s400/DSCN4863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-8570338982194689636?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/8570338982194689636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=8570338982194689636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/8570338982194689636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/8570338982194689636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sqvhk9D3i6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/DPNP9SVct-c/s72-c/DSCN4799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-7836906241960256076</id><published>2009-09-08T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:56:34.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humbled'/><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night I woke up at about 2:30 AM with horrible pains going from my left elbow, down my arm, to my hand...it was like a dull constant pain, kinda like...ya know when you hurt your finger and you feel like you need to crack it? But then you keep popping it till it won't pop anymore and it just makes it hurt worse? It was like that, only it was going through my whole arm...and more intense than that...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I know that sounds really weird..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I got up and stumbled to the bathroom to get some ibuprofen. I was expecting to turn on the lights and see my arm swollen and bruised...or maybe cut off or &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;...however, it somehow looked the same as always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I took 3 ibuprofen and I went to lay back down. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; there for a while half awake praying it would stop hurting.  After about an hour, I guess I dozed off for a second, but reawoke at about 3:30 AM feeling horrible and I guess moaning which apparently woke up Blake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, first let me say that Blake is the deepest sleeper you will ever meet. If you were to try to wake him up in the middle of the night he never really wakes up.  Sometimes you can get him so stir, but he will rarely ever &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; wake up. It's usually just him sleep walking/talking, and he never remembers it the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for some reason this time he was wide awake saying "babe what's wrong?!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Maybe I was crying out louder than I realized?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told him my arm was hurting and that it wouldn't stop. The ibuprofen hadn't done anything. (This story is longer than I'd intended, but it's coming to an end soon I promise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I couldn't sleep it hurt so bad. Blake got up and got me some ice (why hadn't I thought of that?) and 1 more ibuprofen. I also insisted on taking 1 B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enadryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to go to sleep so badly so that I wouldn't feel my arm anymore, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the one thing that always knocks me out. (I know I shouldn't take medicine like that, but I was desperate at this point). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't even know when I started crying, but after that we went back to bed and he held me while I cried and tried to sleep. For some reason, just having him up with me helped it not hurt as much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning I woke up with almost no more pain and feeling very grateful to Blake for taking care of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I got to work and found this &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; through my sisters blog. I realize that most of you are probably familiar with this blog already, but I'd never heard of it until today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you &lt;em&gt;haven't&lt;/em&gt; read her blog, I'll tell you a little bit about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you go back to 08/15/08 on her blog, Stephanie (She goes by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) writes one of her regular posts as a 28 year old fun-loving mother of four.  Then, two days later her sister wrote a post telling that Stephanie and her husband were in a private plane accident and had serious injuries. Her sister continues to update Nies blog for those who read her blog.  Finally on 01/16/09 Nie blogs for the first time in 4 months. After having been in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coma&lt;/span&gt; and dealing with severe burns on 85% of her body, she starts updating her blog and sharing her experiences about her recovery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read through her blog in tears and was in awe at what a strong woman, wife, and mother she is. Reading about the constant pain she's been through for the last year made me feel pretty wussy for crying about my arm hurting last night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Along with that however, I read about her sweet family and her husband. They both work so hard together to get through their trials. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It made me think about my own sweet husband who works SO hard everyday and who will wake up in the middle of the night and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anythin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;g he&lt;/span&gt; can to help me feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am feeling SO grateful for all the blessing Blake and I have been given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went for a jog last night...I CAN go for a jog..whenever I want. She wrote right after she was released from the hospital about how she longed to be able to get up and run again. I will never take my jogs for granted again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read this blog and am now feeling very humbled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; very much in love with my sweet husband who takes such good care of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-7836906241960256076?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/7836906241960256076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=7836906241960256076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7836906241960256076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7836906241960256076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-night-i-woke-up-at-about-230-am.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-3517885723214241956</id><published>2009-09-03T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:27:27.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Lots of Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now I am driving from Riverton to Provo ev-er-y daaaaay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I work at a company called Strategic Insurance Agency. We do mostly commercial insurance and I do pretty much all the paperwork for all 7 producers. It's been a very busy, but over all a pretty good job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Howeverrrr, once apon a time (about a week or so ago) it was a day that I was feeling very frustrated with my drive to Provo.. (particularlly with all the &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; drivers out in Utah county..seriously people out there are crazy) That and along with the fact that that same week that my boss had decided that everyone at Strategic would be required to take an hour lunch break. An hour lunch break everyday drops me from 40-42 hours a week to 34-36 hours a week. Which I guess isn't horrible, but we just bought a house and I don't want to start dropping my hours now! I wasn't having the best day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, my day was about to change! (I know this is an intense story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My good friend Mae instant messaged me while I was at work, we chatted for a bit, and she mentioned that her job was hiring and that I should apply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So..I thought what the heck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I applied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I got it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They made me an offer on Monday, and it has actually ended up turning out even better than we thought it would. I feel like it is exactly where I am supposed to be right now and I cannot WAIT to start!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for telling me about it Mae! I'm really excited that we get to work together! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-3517885723214241956?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/3517885723214241956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=3517885723214241956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/3517885723214241956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/3517885723214241956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/09/dealertrack.html' title='Lots of Changes'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-6561586511204653841</id><published>2009-08-25T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:06:46.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Blakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my husband&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373957391016867362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SpQhxlGlNiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/nlGlyT55AaQ/s400/n1067679354_165598_4977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When he's not looking like a model or posing in cowboy get up, he spends his days at work from 7:00 AM to 5:00 PM. From there, he goes to school at the University of Utah from 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM, and ends up getting home around 9:30 PM exauhsted physically and mentally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;School doesn't last forever though.. .... . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..RIGHT???? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blake, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to tell you thank you for working &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; hard &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the time...EVERYDAY. I am so grateful for all that you do.. I love you sweetheart!!! I hope I can be as good of a wife to you as you are a husband to me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-6561586511204653841?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/6561586511204653841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=6561586511204653841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/6561586511204653841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/6561586511204653841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/08/blakers.html' title='Blakers'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SpQhxlGlNiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/nlGlyT55AaQ/s72-c/n1067679354_165598_4977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-5307877525008208849</id><published>2009-08-11T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:31:53.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Hard at work</title><content type='html'>Heyyyy everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've kinda disappeared for a while tryin to get the house all done. We closed officially on my birthday! (Last Wednesday) Right now we are redoing the floors and painting the whole thing...alotta work! I'll put up some pictures when it's all done. I actually really thinks it fun! But I am pretty anxious to see the finished project. :) The goal is to have it all done and be moved in before school starts at the end of the month...we'll see! We finished priming the whole basement last night and we're hoping to finish painting the whole basement this week.. so we're getting there! We'll keep ya updated. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-5307877525008208849?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/5307877525008208849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=5307877525008208849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5307877525008208849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5307877525008208849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/08/hard-at-work.html' title='Hard at work'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-4503597982948311103</id><published>2009-07-21T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:59:58.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Herriman'/><title type='text'>Change of plans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, we have a change of plan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Blake decided against the condo in Daybreak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We found a townhouse in Herriman that we fell in love with...As soon as we saw it, we felt really good about it &amp;amp; everything kind of just fell into place! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we made an offer... and they accepted it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Front:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000545115843954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SmYZl4xOLXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pzCW-LVmXq4/s400/894631.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361000691663461266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SmYZuas5W5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/VnJ_c5yfFI4/s400/894631_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These aren't the best pictures, but you get the gist! We are soooo excited! One of the best parts is that it's already built, so we don't have to wait till October for it to be done! We are going to make a few changes before we move in (flooring and paint) but we should close no later than my birthday (August 5th) and then we'll probably move in a couple weeks after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wahoooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-4503597982948311103?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/4503597982948311103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=4503597982948311103' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4503597982948311103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4503597982948311103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of plans!'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SmYZl4xOLXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pzCW-LVmXq4/s72-c/894631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-887591920093663014</id><published>2009-07-13T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:37:59.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Taggged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been tagged (twice) like...5 months ago...and I am just now deciding to actually do it...here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 Things that make me happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358050399354349618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SlueczYn6DI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1P8EoEfxQbk/s400/n512058307_669307_9143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358047927260575938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SlucM6HieMI/AAAAAAAAAUo/_N-BBIeJFRo/s400/3288_1139236115579_1067679354_416897_7094681_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(best pic I could find representing good conversation) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Holding Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358049610440544386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sludu4c6kII/AAAAAAAAAUw/VDQVCZIGubk/s400/n512058307_948068_9053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Having free time to do fun things (&lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;) with Blake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358044994944336386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SluZiOY3ggI/AAAAAAAAAUg/NM_t_1oaL-M/s400/n746023367_1982131_6506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When I whistle for Zurry to come to me, and she does.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358051171136526274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SlufJuf1V8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/vj8eS9YrxAs/s400/l_209aa84da0ab3138be6d27be15730c1f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dunford Donuts :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358051978635822290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sluf4uqqxNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xo4uLayBAzM/s400/7203001201.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tag-Anyone who feels the urge to repost this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-887591920093663014?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/887591920093663014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=887591920093663014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/887591920093663014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/887591920093663014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/07/taggged.html' title='Taggged'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SlueczYn6DI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1P8EoEfxQbk/s72-c/n512058307_669307_9143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-1753004710038945890</id><published>2009-07-09T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:15:49.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity-Look-Alike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Celebrity look alikes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NzE1Njg5NzIzNyZwdD*xMjQ3MTU2OTE1OTA5JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89YzE3ZTk1YTNhZmNkNDVkZGJlMzZmYjA1YjQ5YWQwOWEmb2Y9MA==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;img height="342" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/Q/storage/site1/files/88/45/62/884562_2384580aa165a4mvyoic03.JPG" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Blake got Josh Holloway.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I can sorta see that...but who is he? He's not really a celebrity if we don't know who he is. Lame! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NzE1NjM1MjI*MyZwdD*xMjQ3MTU2MzcwMTYwJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89YzE3ZTk1YTNhZmNkNDVkZGJlMzZmYjA1YjQ5YWQwOWEmb2Y9MA==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;img height="342" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/S/storage/site1/files/88/39/72/883972_413913088165a4ez6iy603.JPG" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got Heather Graham..I dont' really see it.. we just have our heads turned the same way in these pictures. Haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/videos/Q/28/o6l203_5223682cbe45a4h8ywyu03" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can totally see the resemblance.&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NzA3OTM2Njk3OSZwdD*xMjQ3MDc5NDM4NDg3JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9bW9ycGgmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MiZ*PSZvPWMxN2U5NWEzYWZjZDQ1ZGRiZTM2ZmIwNWI*OWFkMDlhJm9mPTA=.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-1753004710038945890?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/1753004710038945890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=1753004710038945890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/1753004710038945890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/1753004710038945890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage_1175.html' title='Celebrity look alikes...'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-7810024237428127182</id><published>2009-06-22T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:06:06.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Pops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sj_BmNjTvuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uYrDX6CKKp0/s1600-h/_ATP9652j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350207744556383970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sj_BmNjTvuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uYrDX6CKKp0/s400/_ATP9652j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;best dad&lt;/span&gt; in the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the hardest worker you'll ever meet, he is patient (which, TRUST me, is the #1 biggie in a house with 5 girls), he is super laid back about things, (# 2 biggie with lots of girls), positive about life even when things suck (# 3 biggie), he's funny, down to earth, he's fun (my friends growing up said more than once "lets go to your house and hang out with your dad" I'm pretty sure that doesn't happen to many 16 year olds)...the list could go on and on. I'm so grateful that I have him as a dad. He has always been here for us, and most importantly has always had the spirit with him while raising us and taking care of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't want to get too sappy or anything, but I wanted to say that, I know for a fact that there isn't a better dad out there than mine. Sorry everyone, that's just how it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love you Dad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-7810024237428127182?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/7810024237428127182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=7810024237428127182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7810024237428127182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7810024237428127182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Pops'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sj_BmNjTvuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uYrDX6CKKp0/s72-c/_ATP9652j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-6991116373451467312</id><published>2009-06-15T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:36:34.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>ATTENTION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due to direct revelation (via lightning) received atop the not yet dedicated Oquirrh Hill Temple on Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347648457272581042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sjap8Fdl27I/AAAAAAAAATw/gaeZqU0kNFc/s400/12058881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;all &lt;strong&gt;Statue Moroni's&lt;/strong&gt;, from here on out will be made &lt;strong&gt;African American&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347648640092545906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SjaqGuhRI3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/EA1h_fSEk88/s400/1245084382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We feel it will help us appear more "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Politically Correct&lt;/span&gt;",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course to welcome more &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brothas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to the Church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can I get an Amen?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&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/1867580995277052583-6991116373451467312?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/6991116373451467312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=6991116373451467312' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/6991116373451467312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/6991116373451467312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/06/attention.html' title='ATTENTION!'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Sjap8Fdl27I/AAAAAAAAATw/gaeZqU0kNFc/s72-c/12058881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-8613918807315842935</id><published>2009-06-08T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:10:46.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boating'/><title type='text'>Fishin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love fishing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year, I bought a fishing license for my dad for Fathers day, as well as one for myself, hoping he'd take me fishing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, we never went. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've also been bugging Blake to take me FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO! About a week ago, after I'd been whining about spending 30 dollars on a fishing liscense and never using it, (it's going to expire on the 16th) Blake talked to a friend of his that he works with who happens to be a really good fisher! They decided we would go on a fishing/camp trip. We went with him (Trey), his wife Jessica and their 1 year old Allie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345063851764701458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Si17QPo3WRI/AAAAAAAAATg/8B0Lp_rRg-c/s400/4459_90636693307_512058307_1860715_2703356_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were actually packing up right here, but I thought it was a good shot of our campsite. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345062464952360274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Si15_hXCXVI/AAAAAAAAASw/Y5E3BdPDCaI/s400/4459_90636683307_512058307_1860713_3382696_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345062675539917346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Si16Lx3BeiI/AAAAAAAAATA/Omk89HeWjlI/s400/May_2009_318_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345062811102577890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Si16Tq3rhOI/AAAAAAAAATI/FY5mGq4ccW0/s400/4459_90636663307_512058307_1860710_8243317_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345063158437055698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Si16n4yrDNI/AAAAAAAAATY/Szr503sJ1l8/s400/4459_90636678307_512058307_1860712_5662997_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345062917164115362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Si16Z1-uJaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/K2cz9DaAzrk/s400/May_2009_358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345062562203756770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Si16FLpk6OI/AAAAAAAAAS4/W0taU78HzDA/s400/4459_90636668307_512058307_1860711_1232724_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was way fun! We just went over night at Schofield Reservoir. The first night we had smores and stayed up late chatting. The next day we woke up at about 6, and went fishing! My dad let us borrow his boat and it worked out great. We caught fish all day and had a blast! They were just little, but it kept this going and was a perfect fishing trip. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Trey &amp;amp; Jess, you guys were a blast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-8613918807315842935?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/8613918807315842935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=8613918807315842935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/8613918807315842935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/8613918807315842935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/06/fishin.html' title='Fishin&apos;'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/Si17QPo3WRI/AAAAAAAAATg/8B0Lp_rRg-c/s72-c/4459_90636693307_512058307_1860715_2703356_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-3431410726582625453</id><published>2009-06-04T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:30:47.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nails'/><title type='text'>Whats so freakin' hilarious?</title><content type='html'>When I get my nails done I go to the salons run by Asians. The reasons being,- 1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; 80% of salons in Utah are run by Asians. 2. If I were to go to a salon run by Americans the price usually ends up being 35$ rather than 25$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I get my nails done it almost always goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail Person: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hewwo&lt;/span&gt;, What I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt; you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BreeAnn&lt;/span&gt;: Um, I just want to get my nails done..full set...white tip..&lt;br /&gt;Nail Person: Okay, sign in and I be right wit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BreeAnn&lt;/span&gt;: -Signs in-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they make you sign in anyway? Do they REALLY do anything with that information? But what gets to me is when they do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail Person: You want to do pink and white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BreeAnn&lt;/span&gt;: How much more is that?&lt;br /&gt;Nail Person: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;verrry&lt;/span&gt; pretty. Very popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BreeAnn&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;..how much was it again?&lt;br /&gt;Nail Person:  You want to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pictua&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BreeAnn&lt;/span&gt;:...sure...&lt;br /&gt;-shows corny picture of nails-&lt;br /&gt;Nail Person: See &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;verry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;prettty&lt;/span&gt;. So you want Pink and White?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BreeAnn&lt;/span&gt;: How much more does it cost?&lt;br /&gt;Nail Person: 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dolla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;BreeAnn&lt;/span&gt;: That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I just want the white tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after that they seem to always start going off in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; to the other nail person all the way across the salon for the rest of my time their. What's uncomfortable is when they start laughing. Uncontrollably, at whatever it is she said.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have something on my face? Are they making fun of me for getting the "nerdy" kind of nails? What's so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' hilarious!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got my nails done last week, this is exactly what happened. Not cool if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would only be fair for me to get away with NOT tipping them when they do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who's with me!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-3431410726582625453?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/3431410726582625453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=3431410726582625453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/3431410726582625453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/3431410726582625453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-so-funny.html' title='Whats so freakin&apos; hilarious?'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-1223337503550367224</id><published>2009-05-29T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:08:41.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange'/><title type='text'>Pleeease don't bend over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday when I took my lunch break, I decided to stop at good old Maverik and fill up on gas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I pulled up and parked next to a pump, a "large" woman walked out of the store, through the parking lot and to the car acrossed from me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now even though I have attached pictures, they just don't do her justice, so let me describe her to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;About 5 foot 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had what I like to call a "Homer Simpson beer gut". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huge "large woman" boobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maroon, skin tight dress. Which, other than looking like it had to have been painted on, would have been fine, until you realize that it had a slit going up both sides..higher than any slit should ever go. (I wish you could tell how high it went in the pictures, but you can't). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I am not one who makes fun of people like this, really, &amp;amp; I wouldn't have even thought twice of her.. but first, she stared at me as she walked by, which again isn't that weird. But it gave me the creeped out feeling..it was that feeling I get when old men hit me. (You all know what I'm talking about) Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, when she got to her car and started talking, her voice was LOOOW...I'm talking like 2 octaves lower than my husbands voice, low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile, I had started filling up my car, and decided to go in and get a fountain drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I went in I heard the girls at the counter laughing and I wondered if they were laughing at the same thing I was laughing at in my head...so of course I eavesdropped best I could. I didn't hear everything they said...just words like "I didn't know whether to say mam or sir..." and "that just made my day" "It just made your day that you saw a man dressed in drag?"...and my weird feeling about that stranger in the parking lot were understood, and confirmed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, there is a man next to my car wearing a short skirt with slits going up to his hip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, that large womans deep voice, is a mans voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and best of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, a man in drag just checked me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I paid for my drink and went back to my car, I couldn't help it, I took pictures of this man/woman as she...he bent over, without caring who saw right up that skirt of...his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yummy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341321026086604866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SiAvLHc3kEI/AAAAAAAAASY/gVrPrLHuICM/s400/noname1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341321123640843778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SiAvQy3nHgI/AAAAAAAAASg/7o7S_8XGj-8/s400/noname.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S. We're all lucky I got a picture at this angle rather than the angle she was standing just moments before..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-1223337503550367224?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/1223337503550367224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=1223337503550367224' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/1223337503550367224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/1223337503550367224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/05/pleeease-dont-bend-over.html' title='Pleeease don&apos;t bend over.'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SiAvLHc3kEI/AAAAAAAAASY/gVrPrLHuICM/s72-c/noname1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-2566659109290448539</id><published>2009-05-19T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:08:18.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Daybreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what you all have heard about Daybreak Community, but in high school when me and one of my best friends, Britney, went there for the first time we talked mostly about the rumors we'd heard about this new place. There were all these rumors about them controlling everything you do there &amp;amp; after that day we came to call it "The Practically Communist town". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337599169301468722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/ShL2KieiVjI/AAAAAAAAASA/GwKN81_6uAw/s400/n746497462_174919_7646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Me &amp;amp; Britney our first time at Daybreak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blake and I have been in the market to purchase a home/condo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you guessed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're buying a condo in the one and only "Practically Communist Town" Daybreak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337601007831977970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/ShL31jiXj_I/AAAAAAAAASI/L1T8YlbAC3M/s400/11376337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337601135208694114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/ShL38-DWAWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/rzEWXap0QCA/s400/11376343.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't finished being built yet, but this is &lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt; what it will look like. But, our loft area will be different than the one in this picture. Kinda fun huh? We're verrrry excited! Unfortunatly, it won't be done till September.&lt;br /&gt;SO! Until then, Blake and I are moving into his parents basement- since Isaac left on the mission no one is living down there, so it will just be us with his parents upstairs. They are so great for letting us stay there! &amp;amp; contrary to most couples who move into their parents basement, I am WAY excited to move in with them. I have the best Mother &amp;amp; Father in Law in the world and it is going to be so fun living with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's our plan for the summer! We can't wait! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-2566659109290448539?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/2566659109290448539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=2566659109290448539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/2566659109290448539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/2566659109290448539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/05/daybreak.html' title='Daybreak'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/ShL2KieiVjI/AAAAAAAAASA/GwKN81_6uAw/s72-c/n746497462_174919_7646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-7936506943394954067</id><published>2009-05-13T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:07:56.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skydiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychology'/><title type='text'>Follow up of Sky Diving and Psychology :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soooo I got my grades back, and I'm afraid to say I got an A- in my Psychology 1010 class...GRRRR that minus is killin me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT Blake said he might still take me since I got the same grade as him... Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cross your fingers for me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. if you don't know what the heck I'm talking about read this: &lt;a href="http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/02/psychology-skydiving.html"&gt;http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/02/psychology-skydiving.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-7936506943394954067?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/7936506943394954067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=7936506943394954067' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7936506943394954067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7936506943394954067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/05/follow-up-of-sky-diving-and-psychology.html' title='Follow up of Sky Diving and Psychology :)'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-3981951497233040653</id><published>2009-05-06T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:04:02.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Jace David Walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is about a month too late, but my Uncle Danny and Aunt Lissa just had a baby. (A month ago..like I said I'm late) and I haven't even gotten to meet him yet, because they live in Arizona, but I love him already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332844461107634786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SgIRyGK64mI/AAAAAAAAARY/N1BXcuZaIuA/s400/IMG_2887.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Jace &amp;amp; Lissa in the hospital after he was born) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now me and my bros and sisters all had a lot of hair when we were born, but I have NEVER seen a newborn baby with this much hair! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332844591452388114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SgIR5rvh-xI/AAAAAAAAARg/Fw9RV6IID0M/s400/IMG_3092.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(3 days old)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332845222456303266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SgISeaalnqI/AAAAAAAAARo/A1r21QQgbqI/s400/IMG_3098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Jace and their other beautiful baby, Camden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332845719722929714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SgIS7W4MLjI/AAAAAAAAARw/jpkTTKwhCYA/s400/IMG_3110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(25 days old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just thought I'd share the adorableness with you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost makes me want to have kids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, it did for a second... till we had a family party with a bunch of screaming kids. Then I snapped back into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Danny, Lissa, Camden and Jace!&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/1867580995277052583-3981951497233040653?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/3981951497233040653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=3981951497233040653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/3981951497233040653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/3981951497233040653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/05/jace-david-walker.html' title='Jace David Walker'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SgIRyGK64mI/AAAAAAAAARY/N1BXcuZaIuA/s72-c/IMG_2887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-244693354245210052</id><published>2009-04-23T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:02:48.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motorcycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I can't leave this out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327981500910809634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfDK8jukMiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ptD51JTO388/s400/10577088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was Blakes Easter Present.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not REALLY, we just happened to get it the Thursday before Easter, and that's what we told my little brothers. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Pretty rad huh!? It's so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-244693354245210052?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/244693354245210052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=244693354245210052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/244693354245210052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/244693354245210052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-present.html' title='Easter Present'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfDK8jukMiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ptD51JTO388/s72-c/10577088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-8421377556892792685</id><published>2009-04-22T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:03:47.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Better late than never!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, Spring Break was a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm just barely blogging about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But hey, better late then never!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the time Spring Break came around this semester, we were SO ready for a break. (We're ready for another one...like 2 weeks ago...) We decided we wanted this trip to be JUST for the 2 of us. We wanted to find somewhere with blue skys..somewhere away from the world...and be able to not think about anything. So we went to... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOAB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it was &lt;em&gt;exactly &lt;/em&gt;what we needed.&lt;br /&gt;During Spring Break, it was snowing in SLC, but in Moab, it got up to 80 degrees! Yeah baby! Plus, we got to use all the camping stuff we got at the Hanson Camp Wedding Shower.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've got to say, they HOOKED US UP at that shower! We really got &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; we needed for camping. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks Hanson Family&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I wish now that I would have thought to take a pic of our camp all set up, but I didn't think about it till it was too late... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327927038761452162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCZacaTQoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UPAt9KXaJkU/s400/3288_1139229955425_1067679354_416859_4962388_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was at our campsite. Everything was set up just to the left of this picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, we got up there on Thursday at about 5:00 PM. We found our site, set up our tent, then we went to the grocery story in town (which was about 15 minutes away) to get ICE for the cooler. By the time we were done with all of that, it was about 7:30 and we were getting hungry. So we made dinner, (Side note* Blake is really good at making dutch oven!) we had King Ranch. Which, by the way, doesn't use ranch dressing like it sounds like its going to. Haha &amp;amp; it was so good! Then we sat around the campfire, made s'mores and played Skip-Bo (Our new favorite game). We seriously played like 10 games of Skipbo that night. haha It was so relaxing and so fun just being together without any stress. AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next day, I woke up to the sound of a bird chirping outside our tent.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH, normally, I love waking up to that sound (it reminds me of when I was little and would sleep at my grandmas house. She always had pet Canarys)&lt;br /&gt;However, these birds were no Canarys. I think they were crows actually...and it was sitting in the tree next to our tent. It sang like this "tweeet tweet tweeeeeeeeeeet, tweeet tweet tweeeeeeeeeeet, tweeet tweet tweeeeeeeeeeet, tweeet tweet tweeeeeeeeeeet, tweeet tweet tweeeeeeeeeeet" Over and over and over, the same sound, until it woke me up. Then I plugged my ears, hit the side of the tent, and tried to scare it away. But, this bird would not be scared away. It wouldn't leave and it was driving me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. (Meanwhile, Blake is still out cold. he can sleep through seriously anything) Eventually with my ears plugged and my head under the blankets, I fell back a sleep.. not an hour later I woke up again and knew I wouldn't be falling back asleep. So I poked Blake until he woke up and we made eggs and bacon for breakfast! We played some more Skipbo, then, once the sun was totally up, we cleaned up, got dressed and decided to do the hike up to the Delicate Arch. We packed some lunch and were on our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327923557341989154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCWPzHOCSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jLliDClvGpw/s400/3288_1139229995426_1067679354_416860_5004760_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Almost to the arch! You can see it behind us. (in both of these pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327924776066873266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCXWvN397I/AAAAAAAAAOw/z5vJREHnR3w/s400/3288_1139230195431_1067679354_416865_7793799_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327935230374711074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCg3QjGDyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/k7R06g1u-lg/s400/3288_1139230315434_1067679354_416868_2405974_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We made it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327923766603555042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCWb-rEIOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G0qByGNQZN8/s400/3288_1139230395436_1067679354_416870_3210432_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327923847796178082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCWgtI5PKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/izKJKMZjguY/s400/3288_1139230435437_1067679354_416871_1114242_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and Blake decided we wanted to hike up the back (right down there) instead of the way everyone else goes...the only problem, is I'm afraid of heights and froze when we got to a spot (right below that edge) it didn't have a lot of places for me to put my feet. Haha embaressing. This guy tried to come help me, but he was coming so close to the edge on such a deep slant I was yelling at him to go back up so he didn't fall. We took this picture because I overcame myself and finished the hike. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beautiful hike, and SO much fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next morning, I woke up again to the sound of birds..but it was different than the day before...I heard a few squacks every now and then, but mostly them flying around our tent. I woke up slowly and listened to the comotion going on outside of our tent. Once I was more awake, I realized what was going on. I jumped up and went outside. I noticed almost right away that my marshmellows that we'd accidently left out in an open bucket were gone! I looked around and saw a crow fly to the trail by our tent and land right next to my missing bag of marshmellows. I yelled: "HEY! Go away!" And went running over there to scare them away. This time I scared them and they all went flying away. The chirping was gone! I couldn't hear anymore birds...silence. ..except for Blake laughing and making fun of me from inside of our tent.&lt;br /&gt;After that we made scones and decided we wanted to hike the Fiery Furnace. WOW! This hike was SO cool! You had to get a permit to hike this one. Here is the picture of The Fiery Furnace:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327932782050439314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCeov1GcJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/w3LiqpatE1I/s400/archeshike3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We packed another lunch and went to the Fiery Furnace! These are picture of us, &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; of the fiery furnace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327933147484754898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCe-BLbk9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/sadU5gc3PNk/s400/3288_1139230635442_1067679354_416876_193984_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327933217091842210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCfCEfDcKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/S8wr41C4IEE/s400/3288_1139230715444_1067679354_416878_119726_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327933277456206642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCfFlXCizI/AAAAAAAAAPY/5AhPuptWdrg/s400/3288_1139230755445_1067679354_416879_6417541_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327933380655275186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCfLlznXLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bm0t2sxOFhM/s400/3288_1139230795446_1067679354_416880_773656_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327933439810584770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCfPCLVwMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9mWq9MH1deU/s400/3288_1139230835447_1067679354_416881_8126462_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327933502947920882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCfStYdC_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/KWFvdtvFy8g/s400/3288_1139230915449_1067679354_416883_8105225_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327933556917202194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCfV2bu7RI/AAAAAAAAAP4/svxt7MV64Cg/s400/3288_1139230955450_1067679354_416884_7164911_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327933598384714050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCfYQ6W8UI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YB553uEbM8k/s400/3288_1139230995451_1067679354_416885_116545_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ideal Spring Break. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-8421377556892792685?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/8421377556892792685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=8421377556892792685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/8421377556892792685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/8421377556892792685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never!'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SfCZacaTQoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UPAt9KXaJkU/s72-c/3288_1139229955425_1067679354_416859_4962388_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-2423513068318302838</id><published>2009-04-10T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:58:21.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Ahhhh music!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone who looks at my page, probably just clicks the pause button as soon as the music starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in front of a computer all day at work. Good music helps it go by faster, and makes it much more enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear a new song that I like..or when I remember an old song that I love, i write it down as a draft in my phone so that I don't forget it. Then, every now and then when I have a slow day at work, I look it up and add it to my playlist. :D&lt;br /&gt;This post is just to let you know that this playlist rocks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you click pause as soon as you open my page...then you're missing out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-2423513068318302838?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/2423513068318302838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=2423513068318302838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/2423513068318302838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/2423513068318302838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhhh-music.html' title='Ahhhh music!'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-5577342848397079929</id><published>2009-04-06T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:06:47.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Helllo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Everybody&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a while, it's been super busy at our house and I have been slacking on the blogging!&lt;br /&gt;I decided my blog needed a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;makeover&lt;/span&gt;. I was getting bored with the layout I had before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you think&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it's been over a &lt;em&gt;month&lt;/em&gt; now since I posted a blog...last month &lt;strong&gt;FLEW&lt;/strong&gt; by! We had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spring Break last month which was AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;! It was so nice to get a break and just spend some time together. We have lots of pictures, but I haven't been able to upload them yet! I'll try to do that this week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Blake decided he wanted to buzz his hair. At first his mom wasn't too thrilled about that idea, especially with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brets&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blakes&lt;/span&gt; brother) wedding coming up in a few weeks. But, once Blake gets an idea in his head, he's going to do it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; so she caved! I personally think he looks incredibly sexy. But that's nothing new! In the end his mom decided she really liked it as well. :) I'll post some pictures of his new "do" once I get a chance to upload them!&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we're excited for school to get out in a month...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HALLELUJAH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you all know, we're still alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-5577342848397079929?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/5577342848397079929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=5577342848397079929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5577342848397079929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5577342848397079929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-while.html' title='Been a while...'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-5310579717041591468</id><published>2009-03-05T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:55:54.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U of U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><title type='text'>The MAC.</title><content type='html'>So Blakes laptop has a really cool feature.&lt;br /&gt;See the little black spot above the screen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309813832442573522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SbA_jEox8tI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7fdsZ8ugcEg/s400/766px-MacBook_Pro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's a camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On his computer if you open the program called "Photobooth" You can see yourself on the computer screen and take pictures with all different effects. It's cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so Blake and me IM each other all day everyday (We both work in front of computers). :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, he took work off to finish a 200 question "Take-Home Test" that his Business Law teacher had so graciously given. So instead of his work computer, yesterday he was using his laptop to IM me... I guess he got bored with his test, and distracted by his computer...haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sent me an IM that said: "I sent you a picture to your email. :)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;annnnd this is what I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309816967909524194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SbBCZlKWwuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kcQT1mJ3v-g/s400/Photo_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309817282522261266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SbBCr5L4JxI/AAAAAAAAANE/Sl5b-IkjvIg/s400/Photo_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309810614209737602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SbA8nvyR84I/AAAAAAAAAMs/yfsJaeAqfkM/s400/Photo_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last picture he sent was this one ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha he is so funny! (and adorable)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A week or so he got his acceptance letter to the U, but he was waiting to find out if he got accepted to his program... Yesterday he got his acceptance letter to the Upper Division Business Program! &lt;strong&gt;Yay&lt;/strong&gt;! So that was his way of telling me his good news. I think his test must have been really boring...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Way to go baby! I love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-5310579717041591468?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/5310579717041591468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=5310579717041591468' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5310579717041591468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5310579717041591468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/03/university-of-utah.html' title='The MAC.'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SbA_jEox8tI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7fdsZ8ugcEg/s72-c/766px-MacBook_Pro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-9176568871031224392</id><published>2009-02-17T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:06:07.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaitlyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happppy Birthhhday</title><content type='html'>To Kaitlynnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My littlest sister is now 14 years old. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303815760366641794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZrwVU7FooI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TwUAAUYk1As/s400/l_ad9e8bdca147abd3626479f8e6edf266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303815928734464450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZrwfIJGucI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kbqIQRrzMqc/s400/l_ee58b899927849f0210559a8847da5cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you Kailtyn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-9176568871031224392?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/9176568871031224392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=9176568871031224392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/9176568871031224392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/9176568871031224392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/02/happppy-birthhhday.html' title='Happppy Birthhhday'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZrwVU7FooI/AAAAAAAAAMc/TwUAAUYk1As/s72-c/l_ad9e8bdca147abd3626479f8e6edf266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-6909323887361470815</id><published>2009-02-12T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:54:08.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skydiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychology'/><title type='text'>Psychology &amp; Skydiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZRlMpzIEyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MVxsUix-lv8/s1600-h/skydiving-%2520SunsetTandem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301973929375044386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZRlMpzIEyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MVxsUix-lv8/s400/skydiving-%2520SunsetTandem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this semester I am taking &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Psychology 1010.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a super hard class, but it does take some time and effort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first started this class, Blake told me he took this class before his mission and got an &lt;strong&gt;"A-".&lt;/strong&gt; Of course, my response to that was that I would get a &lt;em&gt;straight up&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (withOUT the minus) easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soooo here's the deal.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've alllways wanted to go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;skydiving&lt;/span&gt;. ALWAYS! But it costs a lot, and I &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(for some reason..)&lt;/span&gt; have had a hard time finding other people who will go with me. :) So, if I beat Blakes grade that he got in Psychology, 4 years ago, then &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; has to take &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; skydiving this summer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lose (which I won't)&lt;/span&gt;...then he gets to chose (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;without any imput from me&lt;/span&gt;) where we go for our summer vacation. Fun eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm totally going skydiving this summer! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoop whoop!!!&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/1867580995277052583-6909323887361470815?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/6909323887361470815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=6909323887361470815' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/6909323887361470815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/6909323887361470815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/02/psychology-skydiving.html' title='Psychology &amp; Skydiving'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZRlMpzIEyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MVxsUix-lv8/s72-c/skydiving-%2520SunsetTandem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-8580148958068355541</id><published>2009-02-04T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:05:55.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>WEDDING PICTURES!</title><content type='html'>I got my wedding pictures back! Now, I have like 200 of them. Haha So I am going to try to pick my favorites and just put up those. :) If you want to see them alll, they are on Facebook. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299014914200835954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SYnh_TRwF3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/uwCdTLtxaHo/s400/_ATP8128j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299015380023643138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SYniaamkDAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5xX0g-Im1Aw/s400/_ATP8270j.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SYnjeqSU4DI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_dbn37JRETA/s1600-h/_ATP8625bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299016552464834610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SYnw65ZV-sI/AAAAAAAAALE/vTxYBwpS4Yw/s400/_ATP9726j.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/1867580995277052583-8580148958068355541?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/8580148958068355541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=8580148958068355541' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/8580148958068355541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/8580148958068355541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/02/wedding-pictures.html' title='WEDDING PICTURES!'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SYnh_TRwF3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/uwCdTLtxaHo/s72-c/_ATP8128j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-5876290305659492006</id><published>2009-02-04T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:58:44.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Blog Make Over</title><content type='html'>I just felt like my blog needed a little more...Spunk. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-5876290305659492006?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/5876290305659492006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=5876290305659492006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5876290305659492006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/5876290305659492006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-make-over.html' title='Blog Make Over'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-4038995164756195181</id><published>2009-01-26T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:52:57.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>It's ok to cry...even if it's just about math.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SX4GFBKHKTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cRRkgAqX2bE/s1600-h/math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295676895114242354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SX4GFBKHKTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cRRkgAqX2bE/s400/math.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, tonight, I have a test in my &lt;strong&gt;math&lt;/strong&gt; class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who knows me, knows I don't do stress. I'm a pretty laid back person. If something stresses me out, right away I will figure something out, in my head, that gives me the easiest way to resolve the issue. I decide right then, when I will resolve it and I don't stress about it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I hate math, is if I don't know how to do it, I can't use that technique. I have to stress about it forever until I figure it out and either, A. Pass, or B. Fail. It's like..it never goes away. The stress just JAB, JAB, JABs me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, Blake and I went on a road trip to Vegas with 2 other married couples. (We all drove together in one car. Four of us were squished in the back of the car. We were all uptight about making it home safe, after seeing several cars who all ended up on there backs in the snow.) we finally got home at about 10. &amp;amp; of course, I still had to study for my math test. We unpacked, showered, and now I was sitting at the desk doing my math homework, with Blake sitting in a chair behind me, with his feet up, reading from a text book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got stuck on a story problem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After trying 354165468 different ways to solve this problem, and failing, I threw my pencil acrossed the desk and angrily muttered something about how I hate math...and this stupid problem doesn't make sense...@#*&amp;amp;^.. (something like that, ya know.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I dramatically crossed my arms and slouched back into my chair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake, of course noticing my show, sat up and scooted closer to see what I was working on. He looked at it for a second, read it aloud and asked me a question. All of a sudden my throat, for some reason...got tight and my eyes started to water. Blake looked down to see me making a mess of myself, sat down and pulled me into a hug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally, I broke down and cried. Blake continued to hold me, and told me that it was ok to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about 5 minutes of that..I took a deep breath and started over. &amp;amp; with Blakes help, we got through the problem on about the 3rd try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the heck does math have that effect on me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I know, my way of dealing with stress sucks.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness for a loving husband who will hold me, tell me it's ok to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; of course, help me solve the problem. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&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/1867580995277052583-4038995164756195181?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/4038995164756195181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=4038995164756195181' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4038995164756195181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/4038995164756195181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-ok-to-cryeven-if-your-just-crying.html' title='It&apos;s ok to cry...even if it&apos;s just about math.'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SX4GFBKHKTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cRRkgAqX2bE/s72-c/math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-1529318031296415974</id><published>2009-01-19T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:03:23.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honeymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland'/><title type='text'>Aloooha</title><content type='html'>I'm still wait to get the wedding pictures...So I thought I'd post the honeymoon pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you about our honeymoon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a freakin' awesome, generous Aunt and Uncle, who as a wedding present sent me and Blake on our honeymoon! They let us stay at the resort that they are members of and they got us buddy passes. :)&lt;br /&gt;She sent us to Ko Olina Hawaii! It was sooo beautiful! This picture is us our first day there. We stayed at the Ko Olina Marriot Beach Club Resort right on the beach! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293120825384778930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXTxWLZIPLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Fc0Y8P9yh2U/s400/HPIM0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we went on a hike at the Diamond Head State Monument. It was, of course, beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXToAxn_tmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/m3ZXNRLxy7g/s1600-h/HPIM0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293110562085910114" style="WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXToAxn_tmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/m3ZXNRLxy7g/s400/HPIM0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXTpDr1j0CI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3KYlELeXKvs/s1600-h/HPIM0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293111711583424546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXTpDr1j0CI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3KYlELeXKvs/s400/HPIM0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&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;&lt;div&gt;Blake is certified to go scuba diving, so of course he couldn't pass it up! Unfortunatly I'm not certified so I just snorkeled, but that was also way fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw seriously a group of 30-40 dolphins all swimming together! It was SO COOL! &amp;amp; we saw a baby and a mom humpback whale swimming together, Blake swam with a shark on his dive..and we saw other way cool things! It was amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293130480947455138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXT6INKqZKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FeEPpcd3yNg/s400/HPIM0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our nights we went to Roys for dinner..and it was soooo good! &amp;amp; They gave us free dessert because we told them we were on our Honeymoon! How cute is that?? &amp;amp; we of course couldn't help but take a picture! It's so weird, the food in Hawaii just tastes better than everywhere else. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293123928240973474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXT0KybsZqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/btyrb9eMhZM/s400/HPIM0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293125863450448914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXT17bpllBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VZ3HYhctXVM/s400/HPIM0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're walking along the NORTH SHORE, checking out the huge waves, and admiring the scenary, when we almost walked right into a huge sea turtle! It was just basking in the sun. It was sooo cool! Then, if that wasn't shocking, and cool enough, we look about 3 feet past the turtle and see a big Monk Seal! The 2nd pic down there shows them, we didn't see them because they blended in with the rocks so well. They had a sign up saying not to touch the seal because they are close to extinction...It was so neat! (&amp;amp; Blake was really excited. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293132235152814674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXT7uUFz8lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZvfZHKuKYIA/s400/HPIM0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293127222957910786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 443px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXT3KkNbKwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iB7juY3_qAM/s400/HPIM0971.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last day in Hawaii, we went to Pearl Harbor. It was really neat..and had almost a reverent feel about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293133384337006082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXT8xNIrHgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/JxIvmC2B5mE/s400/HPIM0997.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293134263559017810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXT9kYfiVVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_tn3VZ2HjOw/s400/HPIM0998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 days of Paradise, Aunt Mary Jane told us we would have a lay over in Cali, and she suggested we make it a trip (anyone who doesn't know, Blake's mission was in Riverside California) So we stayed there for 3 days and went to Disney land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293130959384988354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXT6kDfDysI/AAAAAAAAAHc/O-5vgzI60jU/s400/HPIM1007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an awesome Honeymoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; we are so so grateful to Mary Jane and Scott for sending us to Paradise!&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;/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/1867580995277052583-1529318031296415974?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/1529318031296415974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=1529318031296415974' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/1529318031296415974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/1529318031296415974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/01/aloooha.html' title='Aloooha'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SXTxWLZIPLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Fc0Y8P9yh2U/s72-c/HPIM0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-6868765435499321442</id><published>2009-01-06T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:04:21.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Homeless</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in forever!&lt;br /&gt;Life has been crazy! So I decided to blog on what has been going on...&lt;br /&gt;We're finally married!&lt;br /&gt;I'm working a new position at work, which I really like! The only downfall is that it is all the way in Provo..which kinda sucks, but, I get to go back to my dads office on 9000 south the end of February. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, the biggest reason I haven't had a chance to blog is because we're still waiting to get into our apartment. :(&lt;br /&gt;The plan has been, that after the honeymoon, we'd finish out the lease in Blakes apartment until December 31st. A coworker of Blake was wanting to rent out his basement and offered us a really good deal. It's an older house that he has been redoing, and needed to redo the basement before we moved in. He told us he'd have it done by December 31, the day Blakes lease ended...&lt;br /&gt;However...it was not.&lt;br /&gt;So...last week we slept in Blakes parents basement. His brother left on a mission Dec 31st, so they had an extra bedroom. My family went to Disneyland yesterday so we're staying there until tomorrow..when our place should be finished..but we'll see. :)&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, we'll laugh about it years from now, I just hope we can get moved in before school starts!&lt;br /&gt;Really, it's not like we are on the streets, so it's not that bad. Only just disappointing that we keep having to put off getting our life together!&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope it will really be ready for us by tomorrow! We'll keep ya updated. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any wedding pictures or honeymoon pictures right now, but I will put some up as soon as I do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-6868765435499321442?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/6868765435499321442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=6868765435499321442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/6868765435499321442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/6868765435499321442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2009/01/homeless.html' title='Homeless'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-7054319493143366400</id><published>2008-12-01T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:50:46.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/STR7UlRp_WI/AAAAAAAAAFs/pwYlSMGHjiY/s1600-h/sled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274976657091460450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/STR7UlRp_WI/AAAAAAAAAFs/pwYlSMGHjiY/s400/sled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Right after we went sledding, probably like our 4th time hanging out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274975597956769906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/STR6W7sRKHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OHAmruXMGiE/s400/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Horse back riding in the middle of December 07 ^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274974370788096402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/STR5PgIdOZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z3TyoWbPJ0w/s400/ss.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (Snow Shoeing, the beginning of January^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it weird how we allll get stressed this time of year, because life is so crazy, yet.. it is almost everyones favorite holiday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE this time of year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; recently I've discovered another reason to love it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me explain.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake and I met November 17, 2007. Last month, I realized that everything...all of the music, the smells, the activities, even the winter clothes I've started wearing again, bring me back to a year ago this time! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example...When Blake comes and picks me up, the cold weather reminds me of the way it felt when he would pick me up on our first nervous dates! I'm bringing out those winters clothes that I wore last year to impress him..haha ya know... all those furry boots, sweaters and coats! Going sledding and drinking hot chocolate! Our family, friends and employers are throwing their annual Christmas parties that we nervously invited each other to. Christmas music, Thanksgiving food, Christmas food, ice on the driveways...all that fun stuff..is now not only exciting because it brings on the Christmas spirit, but it brings me back to the beginning days of me and Blake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting married in less than two weeks now! Ah! I hope you all go your invitations! If you haven't yet, let me know so I can send another one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1867580995277052583-7054319493143366400?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/7054319493143366400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=7054319493143366400' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7054319493143366400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7054319493143366400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year..'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/STR7UlRp_WI/AAAAAAAAAFs/pwYlSMGHjiY/s72-c/sled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-3037476806880850588</id><published>2008-11-02T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:03:04.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corn Maze'/><title type='text'>This is Halloween This is Halloween</title><content type='html'>Man...it has been a crazy/intense/busy October!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...this is how it went...&lt;br /&gt;Blake and I went with our good friend Colby and Emma to a Corn Maze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SQ3xmWxMNfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-yFHonBdBz0/s1600-h/HPIM0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264129180715202034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SQ3xmWxMNfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-yFHonBdBz0/s320/HPIM0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We carved pumpkins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264482351552509090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SQ8yzmqZtKI/AAAAAAAAADE/WtNvpN5JWgs/s400/pumpkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We went to the Buffalo Round up with Blake and his bros, dad and mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264485169333911746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SQ81Xnt1wMI/AAAAAAAAADM/9pum6bqXQkU/s320/buffalo+round+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Avery Leigh was born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264490382851998114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SQ86HFlagaI/AAAAAAAAADU/t6CxnZvjLDo/s320/avery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Blake was a cowboy and I was an indian for Halloween :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264492050634948722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SQ87oKj2wHI/AAAAAAAAADk/uX7Jpl31NEI/s400/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're keepin busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-3037476806880850588?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/3037476806880850588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=3037476806880850588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/3037476806880850588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/3037476806880850588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-halloween-this-is-halloween.html' title='This is Halloween This is Halloween'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SQ3xmWxMNfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-yFHonBdBz0/s72-c/HPIM0834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-3368561816298110065</id><published>2008-10-30T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:49:30.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'>My first Blog Tag! Whoop Whoop</title><content type='html'>Seven things I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;I love my cell phone. I seriously don't know what I would do without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love dressing up! Whether it be like Halloween dress up, or just getting dressed up to see Blake. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love Zupas. Seriously! If you haven't been there get up and go there right now! Their Wisconsin Soup is to die for. AND their Turkey Cranberry Panini. MMMMM! (I'm hungry haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love taking pictures. I love trying to be creative (Even though I'm not very good at it) and capturing moments that end too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love good conversation. I love just hanging out and talking about anything and everything with my friends, family and even people I don't know. Loooove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love being in the mountains. Whether it be horseback riding in the summer, or snowboarding in the dead of winter. I love being outside and just enjoying nature..It has gotta be considered a form of therapy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love good books. Another form of therapy...haha I love reading a good book that just totally captures me and takes me to a new world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7 things I hate:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate hate hate spiders. I have serious issues. No thanks to Blake and Bret chasing me around with spiders everytime they see one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate diets. Haha I like working out, but I hate diets. I love eating! (Maybe I should have put that up there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate putting gas in my car. Ugh it kills me everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate sneezing after I put on mascara. It gets make up all over under my eyes. It makes me so mad everytime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate vulgar language. Seriously is it necessary to say the F word 54684 times in a conversation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate when people overreact. One of my biggest pet peeves everrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate the sound of an alarm clock. It's like the most awful sound in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the rules and the tags. There's only one rule: you can't use your kids or husband for the things you love section. (That would make it too easy, I suppose.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-3368561816298110065?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/3368561816298110065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=3368561816298110065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/3368561816298110065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/3368561816298110065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-blog-tag-whoop-whoop.html' title='My first Blog Tag! Whoop Whoop'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-7740946367208127445</id><published>2008-10-30T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:04:43.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>October 28th, 2008 5:17 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SQnlK4PgdBI/AAAAAAAAACM/ELi_-v5AO0k/s1600-h/AveryLeigh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262989614618014738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SQnlK4PgdBI/AAAAAAAAACM/ELi_-v5AO0k/s320/AveryLeigh3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;October 28th at 5:17 PM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beautiful baby girl was born...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dustinandrea.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dustinandrea.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; - They named her Avery Leigh. (After Andee's middle name which is Andrea Leigh) She is perfect! Big bright eyes, heart shaped lips, and a dimple on her right cheek just like Andee. She's beautiful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-7740946367208127445?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/7740946367208127445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=7740946367208127445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7740946367208127445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/7740946367208127445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2008/10/october.html' title='October 28th, 2008 5:17 PM'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SQnlK4PgdBI/AAAAAAAAACM/ELi_-v5AO0k/s72-c/AveryLeigh3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867580995277052583.post-8310010771759028747</id><published>2008-09-15T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:49:39.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engagement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horseback Riding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>We're getting married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SM7VXybvHFI/AAAAAAAAABM/YqB8o724Qrg/s1600-h/HPIM0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246365220585020498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SM7VXybvHFI/AAAAAAAAABM/YqB8o724Qrg/s320/HPIM0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SM7UVG0GjrI/AAAAAAAAABE/dW1KA_UVQTs/s1600-h/HPIM0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;September 6th Blake and I went on a perfect horse ride, by his grandparents cabin, near Oakley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;70 degree weather; Blue skies; Light breeze; Calm horses; Tall green trees; A secluded trail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it was perfect. :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I had no idea what was coming....&lt;br /&gt;We rode to the top of the mountain and tied up our horses to some trees. There, we drank some water and walked to the edge of the hill where we could look over everything. Once we got there, Blake stopped and hugged me...at first I was confused as to why his heart was beating so that hard that I could feel it shaking his entire body.. so I stopped, looked at him and said "Blake? Are you ok? Your heart is pounding!"&lt;br /&gt;He just said "Yeah I'm fine...."&lt;br /&gt;Then he started to tell me he loved me and wanted us to be together forever...the next thing I knew he was down on his knee, holding out a small black box, asking me to be his wife. :)&lt;br /&gt;Like any intelligent girl (heck, even and unintelligent girl) would do, I said yes again and again and practically attacked him with hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Only after that did I get a chance to look at the ring in that black box..and it was absolutely perfect! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all was. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date is December 13, 2008 and I cannot wait!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1867580995277052583-8310010771759028747?l=blakenbree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/feeds/8310010771759028747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1867580995277052583&amp;postID=8310010771759028747' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/8310010771759028747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1867580995277052583/posts/default/8310010771759028747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakenbree.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-getting-married.html' title='We&apos;re getting married!'/><author><name>BreeAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538915032517580083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SZCpMXSBkjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ktNVVr29NGQ/S220/n512058307_1049929_9717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_woEQFIQmvyg/SM7VXybvHFI/AAAAAAAAABM/YqB8o724Qrg/s72-c/HPIM0812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
