<?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-5179131012257759422</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:03:46.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the day of Me...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-3487504357075166807</id><published>2010-04-01T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:46:01.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>So, I've just been super tired lately. I come home straight from work and I crash. I've been sick, and it's been determined that I have Chronic Bronchitis. Let's face it life sucks! Last week I couldn't stop coughing, and within a 72 hour period I only slept for maybe 6 hours. I was crying every day, and didn't know what to do. I'd been to the doctor multiple times, and the antibiotics just weren't working. When I finally went to the ER they gave me Loratab, and I finally crashed. Although, I'm still sick I'm not as bad. I've been sick for a full 2 months, so let's just say I'm worn out. It's bad to get too much sleep, but then good when you're sick right? Anyways, if you can please pray for me I'm tired of coughing, and tired of being sick. I just need a miracle on this one, 2 months with a cough is just too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-3487504357075166807?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3487504357075166807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=3487504357075166807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3487504357075166807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3487504357075166807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2010/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-2360365044752435451</id><published>2010-03-04T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:58:54.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Sickness begins to fade...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm now able to breathe through my nose. HOORAY! Just thought I would share that, it's been three weeks and I can't even begin to tell you what a nightmare the last little while has been. I'm just so thankful that I was promised by Heavenly Father that I would heal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was somewhat of an interesting day. I work with this woman who hates mormonism and believes we worship Joseph Smith. She's pretty sneaky, she sends me christian music all the time. Today she asked me if I recognized this guy in this video, and the title ofthe video was "Born Again Mormon". I didn't know how to intrepret what she was doing, because she only asked me if I recognized him. However, the only thing I could think is the guy in the video is no longer LDS and she was trying to get me to say. "Send me that video". What?! No WAY! I'm sure she thinks she needs to save me from something, but I don't need saving. I know whats true and no amount of convincing from her end will EVER convince me that the LDS church isn't true. I know it's true, and will always know it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was my interesting day today, she's an interesting woman. I look forward to more random experiences like this. I will also choose to not take offense until she goes over the top. Let's just hope that's not anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-2360365044752435451?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2360365044752435451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=2360365044752435451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2360365044752435451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2360365044752435451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-sickness-begins-to-fade.html' title='And the Sickness begins to fade...'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7642654600307145184</id><published>2010-02-09T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:10:30.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I got another stupid cold. So, I'm at home so I don't get anyone else sick. Hooray for me right? NOT! It would be better if I could breath, but alas this is not the case. I'll get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there isn't anything TOO exciting going on. I was put in as the Primary Chorister in my ward, so Sundays are going to be Jam packed for me. YAY! At work I'm really doing well in my new position, and I'm showing great numbers better numbers than my co-workers. Who would have thought that I could be SO competitive. I hate competition, but when it comes to succeeding in a large company you almost have to. Maybe that's why I've lasted so long. I've been with Overstock.com for 7 years now, and that's a REALLY long time. Anyways, that's it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any ideas on how to teach Jr. Primary music I'm all ears...believe me this is going to be a HUGE challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7642654600307145184?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7642654600307145184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7642654600307145184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7642654600307145184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7642654600307145184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2010/02/sick.html' title='Sick!'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-8448382469865841503</id><published>2010-01-19T16:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:53:19.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting used to things...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm getting used to things with work, and getting fit. I'm actually in a position that might work out better for me in the long run. We'll have to see, I'm not holding my breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Working out, I have a trainer and he's a lot of fun. Though I did call him a doodie head last night. He laughed at me because I think other people prefer to use foul language, but I just can't bring myself to even when he's pushing me Really hard. OH well, I go back on Wednesday let's hope it's just as hard so I can call him that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-8448382469865841503?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8448382469865841503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=8448382469865841503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8448382469865841503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8448382469865841503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-used-to-things.html' title='Getting used to things...'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-253677510671994577</id><published>2010-01-15T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:45:05.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>So, I've been going through a lot of changes in my life the last two weeks. I went back to the gym and got a personal trainer. Let me tell you, it's been the craziest experience of my life. I'm SO thankful that I decided to do this, I am already beginning to feel better. I'm losing inches, etc. So, it's all a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at work changed as well, I moved to a different department and unfortunately requiring me to take a pay cut. Hopefully, I'll be able to make it up with Overtime but we shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now that's all that's new in my life, and for most that would be a tremendous change. However, this is the story of my life. There is Always something that is changing tremendously for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-253677510671994577?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/253677510671994577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=253677510671994577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/253677510671994577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/253677510671994577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2010/01/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7031318366748285915</id><published>2010-01-07T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:45:41.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>If any one knows me they know I Hate the dentist, I've dentist's work on my mouth when it wasn't completely numb. Tears streaming down my face I vowed I would Never go back, then I met Dr. Dickson my boss at work recommended me to him because like me she has issues with the dentist too. Well, let me just tell you, if you need a good dentist who cares about how you're feeling when you go This is the guy to go to. His office if warm and inviting, he offers you a blanket in case you get cold. It's definitely worth it to see this guy, if you're interested let me know and I'll give you his number. Seriously, he's an amazing dentist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7031318366748285915?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7031318366748285915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7031318366748285915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7031318366748285915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7031318366748285915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2010/01/dentist.html' title='Dentist'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-9197411085919212287</id><published>2010-01-05T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T15:23:10.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Food Bank</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went and donated a few hours to the Utah Food Bank. We put fish sticks in plastic bags. Let me just say this, if I never see a fish stick again it will be too soon. I love fish, but now that I know how fish sticks are sorted (Kinda like All processed foods) I realize it's not something I Ever want to eat. However, doing what we did was really cool, because these bags of fish sticks are going to help some needy family out there who could really use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in donating a couple of hours to the food bank you should check out their website and sign up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.utahfoodbank.org/home/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some additional information that I found out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteers help out in our warehouse with a variety of projects including repackaging food, re-labeling food, packing senior food boxes, or sorting food drive. If you would like to come and volunteer in our warehouse by yourself or with one other person we always welcome the help. If there will be more than 2 people coming, please call to schedule your group in advance&lt;br /&gt;Volunteers also help out with delivering senior food boxes. We require that you schedule at least two days in advance. If you will be delivering more than 10 boxes you must schedule at least one week in advance. &lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in decorating senior food boxes and would like 50 or less, you may pick them up any time during our regular volunteer hours, listed below. If you would like more than 50 please call in advance so we can make sure we have enough.&lt;br /&gt;If you need to schedule any groups larger than 2 people (school, church, family, business, etc) please call or email to schedule with Jennifer Layton JenniferL@utahfoodbank.org (801-887-1297) or Haley Greer HaleyG@utahfoodbank.org (801-887-1229) or Brandon Daniels BrandonD@utahfoodbank.org (801-887-1266).&lt;br /&gt;Please also call any of the above numbers if you are interested in our Kids Café or senior yard care opportunities and we can direct you to the appropriate staff member.&lt;br /&gt;Our volunteer hours are:&lt;br /&gt;Monday thru Thursday: 10am to 9pm &lt;br /&gt;Friday: 8am to 4pm&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays: 8am to 2pm &lt;br /&gt;Please note: Volunteers assisting in the warehouse must be at least 12 years old for safety reasons. Volunteers 12-15 years of age must always be supervised by an adult. Monday evenings from 4:30-6:00 and 6:00-7:30 children 6 years and over are allowed with adult supervision. &lt;br /&gt;If you need to complete court ordered hours, please come to a mandatory orientation held each Monday at 4:00 PM and each Thursday at 6:00 PM. Bring court papers with you. Individuals who have committed crimes that are violent or sexual in nature are not able to complete court ordered community service here. Court ordered volunteers are not eligible to help with any projects off-site. All hours must be completed in our warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;We are located at 3150 S. 900 W. Please call our main line at 801-978-2452 for directions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-9197411085919212287?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9197411085919212287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=9197411085919212287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/9197411085919212287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/9197411085919212287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2010/01/utah-food-bank.html' title='Utah Food Bank'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-2334672605467815504</id><published>2009-12-30T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:38:25.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This describes my restless sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-2334672605467815504?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2334672605467815504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=2334672605467815504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2334672605467815504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2334672605467815504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-describes-my-restless-sleep.html' title='This describes my restless sleep'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-697187219428853072</id><published>2009-12-29T14:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:12:38.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie I can't wait to see...</title><content type='html'>Okay so maybe I can wait to see this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fa7ck5mcd1o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fa7ck5mcd1o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most watched previews of 2009, I think it came in 7th place. I think mostly for the sheer cheesiness of the movie title. The acting is bad too, which I think is a double combination...The triple threat would be to me if the movie showed them flying through space. Now THAT would prove to me that it's the best movie ever made (NOT!). I don't know where this came from, but I'm telling you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the movies previews that are most watched, Twilight New Moon had the most previews. Just thought you'd like to know this... If you wanna see where this all comes from you can check here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/2009-top-trailers.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-697187219428853072?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/697187219428853072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=697187219428853072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/697187219428853072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/697187219428853072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-i-cant-wait-to-see.html' title='Movie I can&apos;t wait to see...'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-6897708488373989448</id><published>2009-12-26T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:04:26.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Came and Went</title><content type='html'>So, Christmas came and went with a blink of an eye. I don't look at Christmas the way I used to. As a kid you believe in the spirit of Christmas so much you're willing to believe anything and everything. I wouldn't say I'm wiser, but at this point I can at least say that I still believe in the spirit of Christmas, but I'm not as willing to believe in Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much to be thankful for, and wonderful parents who are always there for me. I spent Christmas with them this year, and it was fun. My niece and nephews stopped in for a visit. Now that was fun, my niece Ambrea was singing and she kept making me sing. I can only sing "Jingle Bells" so many times before I want to stop, and she "bless her little heart" wanted to keep going. Oh man, I'm glad we stopped, but that will always be one of the great memories. I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas this year. Gotta love Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-6897708488373989448?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6897708488373989448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=6897708488373989448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6897708488373989448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6897708488373989448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/came-and-went.html' title='Came and Went'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-8960277405894339169</id><published>2009-12-22T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:22:38.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...</title><content type='html'>So, I work for the most amazing company Overstock.com. Yesterday a friend of mine received donations from Overstock because financially her family was having a hard time.  The donations helped her give her kids more gifts than she had ever been able to give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the other amazing thing, is the people I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided a year ago to turn food donations into a competition between our warehouse, our customer service, and our corporate office. See below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SzD_e2cch5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/dRD-1ejjPaE/s1600-h/Overstock+Food+Bank.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SzD_e2cch5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/dRD-1ejjPaE/s320/Overstock+Food+Bank.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418111257202689938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better, they put us on the news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lu1HBJ0GDd0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lu1HBJ0GDd0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing is that? We were also on Channel 2 News as well, and FYI the Corporate office won the competition. I'm just so proud to work for this company! It's Christmas time, and we should help each other out as much as we can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-8960277405894339169?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8960277405894339169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=8960277405894339169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8960277405894339169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8960277405894339169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas...'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SzD_e2cch5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/dRD-1ejjPaE/s72-c/Overstock+Food+Bank.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7120282773113453536</id><published>2009-12-21T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:26:29.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday and not sure...</title><content type='html'>So, I went on a Date with a guy I'd been talking to online for 2 weeks. I really like him, but do you ever get that feeling that someone just isn't as in to you as you are to them? I'm not one to delude myself into thinking that he is, I can't explain it that might take too long. I'll just say, I'm gonna play it by ear and if he asks me out again SWEET! If not, then it's not a huge deal either. I just realize that I really need to date more, and get out there more. So, that's what I'm now going to. Interesting how a few months can change your perspective on dating...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all it was a great date, he was super nice and that's all you can hope for. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7120282773113453536?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7120282773113453536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7120282773113453536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7120282773113453536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7120282773113453536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-and-not-sure.html' title='Monday and not sure...'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-9199475500586968801</id><published>2009-12-18T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:41:35.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Tonight</title><content type='html'>So, tonight I have a date...I could always back out, because I'm nervous. However, I'm just gonna go through with it, you never know what will come of it. I found out also that my room mate is going to a Christmas Party at a friends singles ward, and all I could think was how jealous I was. Yeah I have a date, and I could bring him with me if I want, but wouldn't that be weird? Going to someone else's singles ward Christmas Party on a first date? haha, yeah no I don't think it would work. Oh well, we'll see what happens. I'll let you know on Monday how the date went...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-9199475500586968801?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9199475500586968801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=9199475500586968801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/9199475500586968801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/9199475500586968801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/date-tonight.html' title='Date Tonight'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-5942114641702693474</id><published>2009-12-16T14:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:18:10.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>So, I love my ward, to help celebrate the spirit of Christmas all of the families were given a name of another family in the ward. It is then that families job to bring the spirit of Christmas to the family they were given. How cool is that? so, we made a plate of goodies, and this weekend we are going to take that over to them and sing Christmas Carols to them. Yeah it's only 3 of us in the house, but it's fun. Luckily I can at least carry a tune..haha. I'm already feeling bad for this family. Just kidding. I'm just excited, because really I can't think of another Cheap way to do something for a family other than this? Can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-5942114641702693474?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5942114641702693474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=5942114641702693474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5942114641702693474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5942114641702693474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7934022036617722927</id><published>2009-12-11T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:17:03.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I did!!!!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SyK1j8mKOOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dNhvqwzuOac/s1600-h/Black+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SyK1j8mKOOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dNhvqwzuOac/s320/Black+eye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414089331218987234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a dork, I got into a fight at Cafe Rio with some lady. It was insanity, and I got a black eye after she slammed my face on the back of a chair. I have a cut under my eye, and it's starting to turn purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry though, becuase you should see what I did to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SyK2hzmFPZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/I-8We-f3bfs/s1600-h/messed+up+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 74px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SyK2hzmFPZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/I-8We-f3bfs/s320/messed+up+face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090393954631058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's actually not what happened. I dropped my badge, and basically rammed my eye into the back corner of this chair infront of me. I didn't see it because there was a black coat on the back of it...So, more than likely I'll get a black eye...right now I have a cut but I'm pretty sure there will be some black and blue coloring. Hooray for make up right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7934022036617722927?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7934022036617722927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7934022036617722927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7934022036617722927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7934022036617722927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/guess-what-i-did.html' title='Guess what I did!!!!!?'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SyK1j8mKOOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dNhvqwzuOac/s72-c/Black+eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-9001805809024791001</id><published>2009-12-10T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:00:12.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it isn't SO!!! NOO!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I found out...It's fully official. The Bonnie Hunt Show has been cancelled!!!! NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SyF7tl8lWCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NSVt95-CrAA/s1600-h/Bonnie+Hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SyF7tl8lWCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NSVt95-CrAA/s320/Bonnie+Hunt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413744250286594082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad about this, because I love her show. I record it every day, and I love coming home to watch it. Next year her show will not be renewed, and they are going to probably air some stupid show with Kate Gosslin in it. I for sure will not watch just cause I can't stand her. Oh well, daytime TV and I will now be severed...guess that's not a bad thing. It's probably a good thing, it'll be one less show to record.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-9001805809024791001?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/9001805809024791001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=9001805809024791001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/9001805809024791001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/9001805809024791001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-it-isnt-so-noo.html' title='Say it isn&apos;t SO!!! NOO!!!!'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SyF7tl8lWCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NSVt95-CrAA/s72-c/Bonnie+Hunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7414454527248592888</id><published>2009-12-08T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:45:54.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW, snow, SNOW</title><content type='html'>Okay, So I love Looking at snow, but what I don't love is Driving in snow. I'm surprised work hasn't called a snow day yet. It's still snowing outside and I fear it will only get worse. One day every year we get a snow day, and it's always SO cool. Somehow I think this year they won't give in. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I went to the Bombay House for Indian Food. On my way in I picked up a penny with the face up...I got sick. I'm not sure if it was the food, but basically I RAN out of there. I wasn't feeling too good. I'm pretty sure it wasn't the food though, but the sad thing is I missed most of the meal and Indian food is so amazing. Oh well, at least I have leftovers...I'll know after I eat the leftovers if that's what made me sick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7414454527248592888?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7414454527248592888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7414454527248592888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7414454527248592888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7414454527248592888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-snow-snow.html' title='SNOW, snow, SNOW'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-8001027358834099975</id><published>2009-12-07T10:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:41:28.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Story</title><content type='html'>So a friend of mine sent me this...Not sure if it is someone he knows, but I thought it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Well, there is good news and bad news about my Christmas decorations.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I truly outdid myself this year.  The bad news is that I had to take them down after only two days.  I had more people come screaming up to my house than ever.  Great stories.  But two things made me take it down. First, the cops advised me that it would cause traffic accidents as they almost wrecked when they drove by. Second, a 55 year old lady grabbed the ladder and almost killed herself putting it against my house and didn't realize it was fake until she climbed to the top (she was not happy). She was one of many people who attempted to do that. My yard couldn't take it either. I have more than a few tire tracks where people literally drove up my yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made him too real this time. But it was fun while it lasted. ;) &lt;br /&gt;Kerry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Sx1MGISiQwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9xbuzChXGIw/s1600-h/Funny+hanging.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Sx1MGISiQwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9xbuzChXGIw/s320/Funny+hanging.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412565995357356802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-8001027358834099975?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8001027358834099975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=8001027358834099975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8001027358834099975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8001027358834099975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-story.html' title='Crazy Story'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Sx1MGISiQwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9xbuzChXGIw/s72-c/Funny+hanging.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7885667986461657041</id><published>2009-12-04T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:58:33.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating</title><content type='html'>So, I know I'm a little late in decorating this year, but when you have two other room mates it can make it difficult to figure out and agree upon what colors that we can all live with. So, we finally agreed up on red and gold. I couldn't stand having it be just Red so I convinced them to add gold. HOORAY. These are the colors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxlbQaSy0II/AAAAAAAAAFA/RMUvWyDnjgQ/s1600-h/ornaments.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxlbQaSy0II/AAAAAAAAAFA/RMUvWyDnjgQ/s320/ornaments.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411456764756545666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I can get them to let us only use white lights, and a star on top of the tree we'll be set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing for a Christmas Tree this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7885667986461657041?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7885667986461657041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7885667986461657041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7885667986461657041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7885667986461657041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/decorating.html' title='Decorating'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxlbQaSy0II/AAAAAAAAAFA/RMUvWyDnjgQ/s72-c/ornaments.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-3329075215440718336</id><published>2009-12-03T16:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:16:31.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Birthday</title><content type='html'>I'm a firm believer in celebrating a friends Birthday. So, when I saw my friend Leslie's desk this morning, I was a bit disappointed on how Sparse the desk was decorated. Therefore, when she left to to a meeting I took it upon myself to do the following to her desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxhUGHD69tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/as43Np4T6Lw/s1600-h/Leslie2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxhUGHD69tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/as43Np4T6Lw/s320/Leslie2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411167416237094610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what real friends do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxhUF9sapNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7BKd7PJfYRY/s1600-h/Leslie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxhUF9sapNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7BKd7PJfYRY/s320/Leslie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411167413722588370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gave her this man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxhUrRauc0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/lROHqcwVdNs/s1600-h/Fro+Man.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxhUrRauc0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/lROHqcwVdNs/s320/Fro+Man.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411168054672257858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she gave him back to me...oh well. If you want a fro haired guy let me know...I'm sure I can make the arrangements to send him your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-3329075215440718336?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3329075215440718336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=3329075215440718336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3329075215440718336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3329075215440718336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-birthday.html' title='Friends Birthday'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxhUGHD69tI/AAAAAAAAAEo/as43Np4T6Lw/s72-c/Leslie2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-1518035770261719614</id><published>2009-12-02T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:44:12.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday? No it's Wednesday</title><content type='html'>So, I got lucky and got two days off of work this week. Wait it wasn't a good thing, I was out sick. So, that's why I haven't written anything, my computer at home doesn't allow me to really add or do anything so I have to take a break at work and fill you in on the great happenings in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wanted to provide you with some pictures of a house I decorated last week. I'm only putting up 3 pictures, even though I have more. The reason is there is a book that will be published highlighting some of these areas I helped decorate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, here are the 3 pictures, and the cause of why I'm so sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxbffmNvz_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/uqZOTd4Akx8/s1600-h/Front+Door"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxbffmNvz_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/uqZOTd4Akx8/s320/Front+Door" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410757736259375090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxbffBZg5AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hTJZYeXbTzU/s1600-h/Fireplace"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxbffBZg5AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hTJZYeXbTzU/s320/Fireplace" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410757726376616962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Sxbfe4YV8XI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q5A5_fXMsJg/s1600-h/Tree"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Sxbfe4YV8XI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q5A5_fXMsJg/s320/Tree" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410757723955786098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think my being sick was worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-1518035770261719614?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1518035770261719614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=1518035770261719614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1518035770261719614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1518035770261719614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-no-its-wednesday.html' title='Monday? No it&apos;s Wednesday'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SxbffmNvz_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/uqZOTd4Akx8/s72-c/Front+Door' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7776106316065749418</id><published>2009-11-28T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:52:31.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and Choir</title><content type='html'>So, I was out of it on Thanksgiving. I had stayed up all night decorating this house for Christmas, and had stayed up all night the night before that. So, I never really got to enjoy Thanksgiving. I went to my sisters house, and ate. From there I slept on her sons bed until 2:30. From there I went to pick up my room mate so we could go to her parents house. Where she slept and I played with her nephews. After that we came home, watched some TV and went to bed. I've decided I'll probably never do that again, I didn't REALLY get to enjoy Thanksgiving like I should have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was my Christmas Choir concert, I belong to the Choral Arts Society of Utah. Our director is Sterling Poulson, a really funny guy. He's the Weatherman for Channel 2 news. It was really cool to be a part of it. After our 2nd song though, he wanted us to stay standing but half of us sat down. When we realized he wanted us to stay standing we all stood back up. (Boy did we look silly). Guess we need to practice the standing up and sitting down more often. haha! Other than that, the concert was great. I think the only people in the audience were friends and family of people in the choir and orchestra. Oh well, at least we get bigger turn outs when the concerts are free. We'll have one on April 16th, it's our spring concert. For now though, we get a break, and do not start back up with Choir until January. Hooray! I get some rest this month, I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know this is off topic, but I have a friend in Total denial. (No this isn't me). She's struggling, and can't even see it. She tells me she's happy, but for one to look into her eyes you can tell she is not. I don't know what to say to her, I feel horrible for her. She talks about the bad stuff going on in her life, and she's really down on herself. What should I say to her to help her get happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7776106316065749418?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7776106316065749418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7776106316065749418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7776106316065749418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7776106316065749418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-and-choir.html' title='Thanksgiving and Choir'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-6738686135299142941</id><published>2009-11-25T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:18:25.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for my Name (LOVE my name), but frustrated other people share it.</title><content type='html'>So, at work there are 2 or 3 other Brooke's, and we each every now and then receive e-mails designated for the other. So, today I get this phone call, and it surprised me because I couldn't figure out at first why he was contacting me because I had nothing to do with the product he was contacting me about. Needless to say the call belonged to another Brooke in the company. This reminds me of when I was in Kindergarten and I had my first taste of being mixed up with another Brooke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl Brooke W. and I were in the same Kindergarten class our teacher Mrs. Woods was an older lady (I remember her being taller than me of course, but now she'd be WAY shorter than me). Anyways, to get to our bus, she wrote our names on a slip of paper and pinned the papers to us. Then from there we were put on a bus so we could get home (I of course had early kindergarten, which was awesome!). Well, from what I remember I didn't recognize anything that we were driving past, and it was one of the last stops, and I Knew I wasn't by my house. This lady get's on the bus at the very last stop and asks me if my name is Brooke. I of course said yes, but then she asked me if I was Brooke W. I of course said No. Then she asked me the same question again. Why on earth she did I have NO clue, but either way I started crying at that point cause I had no idea who this lady was. The Bus driver could sense my distress, and called into the school. It turns out my teacher mixed my name tag up with Brooke W.'s name tag. After that, every day when Kindergarten ended one of my parents was always there to pick me up. I even remember always going out to eat with them after, I was such a lucky little kid. My parents are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, this has been a problem since I was young, and continues on to this day. Hopefully someday it will end, but you never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-6738686135299142941?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6738686135299142941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=6738686135299142941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6738686135299142941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6738686135299142941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-for-name-love-my-name-but.html' title='Thankful for my Name (LOVE my name), but frustrated other people share it.'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-1452091047007256344</id><published>2009-11-24T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:03:14.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Krispies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SwxmKVg1nII/AAAAAAAAAEA/qGtc4TDdatU/s1600/vegan_rice_Krispie_treats_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SwxmKVg1nII/AAAAAAAAAEA/qGtc4TDdatU/s320/vegan_rice_Krispie_treats_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407809580324723842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kinda funny thing happened. My friend got married yesterday, and we were so worried that we weren't going to have enough Rice Krispies at the wedding. I made 5 batches on cookie sheets. Well, guess what? They didn't need any of Mine...so I have ended up with 5 cookie sheets of Rice Krispies. Luckily I work with people who enjoy free food, and that we had a potluck in the office today. HOORAY! I've already unloaded 3 Cookie sheets. As for the other 2, anyone want some Rice Krispies for Christmas? Just kidding, I wouldn't give out old food, that's just awful. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-1452091047007256344?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1452091047007256344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=1452091047007256344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1452091047007256344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1452091047007256344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/rice-krispies.html' title='Rice Krispies'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SwxmKVg1nII/AAAAAAAAAEA/qGtc4TDdatU/s72-c/vegan_rice_Krispie_treats_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-5304591080210580953</id><published>2009-11-23T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:01:27.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays</title><content type='html'>So, my friend Lara is getting married tonight. I took the day off at work, and decorated her honeymoon suite today. Not sure if I should have though, but I'm known for decorating the rooms for people when they get married (or have an anniversary). Anyways, this person really isn't THAT much of a friend. She's the fine weather friend that is only there when things are going well. However, I felt that I should at least do it and then call it good. Would you have done it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-5304591080210580953?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5304591080210580953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=5304591080210580953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5304591080210580953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5304591080210580953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/mondays.html' title='Mondays'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-1254383754515438239</id><published>2009-11-20T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:57:02.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon - The Review &amp; Black Friday?</title><content type='html'>The movie was amazing, it was so much like the book. I recommend that everyone see this movie. At least people that have read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Black Friday fast approaching, people be careful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aeSgBL7gpAk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aeSgBL7gpAk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is ever worth this, at least not more important than someone else's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-1254383754515438239?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1254383754515438239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=1254383754515438239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1254383754515438239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1254383754515438239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-review-black-friday.html' title='New Moon - The Review &amp; Black Friday?'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7763767448336571095</id><published>2009-11-19T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:48:12.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW MOON!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm not really your typical Twilight fan, but I can't help it. I read all of the books and really want to see the movie. I have tickets tonight to see the 8:40 showing, which is the first showing. I'm SO excited, I can barely contain myself...I was all for Edward, but Jacob...I don't know. The movies are swaying my original decision. We'll have to see how I feel after tonight. Who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll let you know what I thought of the movie tomorrow. I won't give a play by play. I'll just say whether I liked it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7763767448336571095?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7763767448336571095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7763767448336571095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7763767448336571095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7763767448336571095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='NEW MOON!'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7517373890335038737</id><published>2009-11-17T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:19:36.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>So, I like action movies, especially ones that you feel like you're a part of the movie. If you like action movies, than you'll like this movie, their a decent plot. However, the action is what takes up the screen most of the time. The best part about going to see 2012 last night was the fact that I got to sit in a survey seat. In the survey seat, the seat shakes with the movie. This is to add a more realistic effect, and make you feel like you are in the movie with the actors. All I can say is I was on the edge of my seat. I needed a way to block my life out and not think about it, and this was Definitely the way to go. When something would fall, and the ground would shake in the movie the seat would shake. It was SO cool! I would seriously pay extra for that added portion, and I really think it should be included in All theaters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just my two cents. If you like action movies you'll like this movie, but remember you have to stretch your imagination or you won't like the movie at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7517373890335038737?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7517373890335038737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7517373890335038737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7517373890335038737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7517373890335038737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-5946708061829178069</id><published>2009-11-16T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:08:16.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusted with Oprah</title><content type='html'>Okay, so maybe I'm the only one who cares, but did any of you see Charla Nash on Oprah the other day? I don't typically watch Oprah, but I was flipping through the channels, and happened upon this the other night (Oprah airs late at night too). The woman can't even see her face, and Oprah revealed her face on television. I was shocked, because the woman really has no face, there is no features of her previous face. This woman should Never have shown her face on TV, and Oprah should have Never done this to this poor woman. The woman probably agreed to go on TV because they were going to pay her a lot of money to show up on the show. That money would go to treatment for her, but still...at what cost? I really don't think she should have shown this poor woman's face, and now it's etched in my memory forever. I think I'll spare you all, and avoid posting a picture. Keep in mind that if you go searching for it that's at your own discretion, but be advised I warned you it's shocking. I'll just say this much, if I were to ever get paid to go on a TV show to reveal something that shocking I'll avoid Oprah that's for dang sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-5946708061829178069?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5946708061829178069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=5946708061829178069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5946708061829178069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5946708061829178069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/disgusted-with-oprah.html' title='Disgusted with Oprah'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7638050152688741788</id><published>2009-11-13T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:03:49.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted Dryer</title><content type='html'>So, about the same time last year a bunch of crazy things happened to me all at the same time. I at the time attributed it to my going through the temple, and unseen forces wanted me to Not go. At least that's what I thought at the time, but now I'm seeing similar craziness from a year ago. My car is pretty much dead, my Dryer died, I just had to get a root canal (it still hurts), and dental work is expensive (even with insurance). So, I paid my tithing, and am praying things will work out. I'm not complaining mind you, just stating fact. I could look at these things and cry and say woe is me, but I'm not and won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm seeing things in a different light. I'm learning to trust Heavenly Father more than I have ever in my life. I feel okay, and I'm not scared. I just know things will work out for the better, and I'm thankful for all that my Heavenly Father has done for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so that's what's been going on this week. I'm tired....I have too much craziness in my life I think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7638050152688741788?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7638050152688741788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7638050152688741788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7638050152688741788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7638050152688741788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/busted-dryer.html' title='Busted Dryer'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-8607704950725398820</id><published>2009-11-11T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:57:59.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chad</title><content type='html'>So, I talked to DeEtte last night, and Chad is in a Lot of pain. He was awake the whole night, and they went to the doctor yesterday. They gave him some morphine so that he would at least be able to sleep for a few hours. I thought I'd spare everyone and avoid sending you pictures of the burns, but let me just say they are bad. I feel horrible for him, the pain has to be intense I just could not imagine. Anyways, they said his face should heal within 10 days, but his hand. That's gonna take quite some time to heal. Keep him in your prayers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another side note...I'm selling my Car YAY!!!!!! I'm selling it cheap, $1000. Yep, that's right! This is the AD I posted on craigslist and KSL.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PONTIAC GRANDAM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must part with the Silver Bullet, yes that's right. The Silver Bullet, this car is amazing he's been my best friend. He can be your best friend too! Who would not WANT a Silver Bullet of their very own. When I think of this car, I think of speed, and agility. Okay so the car is actually really fast he just needs a few repairs to get him back up to the shape he was in when I got him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Bullet offers the following spectacular features, they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cruise Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CD Player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Power Steering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Traction Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rear Defrost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Power Windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Automatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are just to name a few. I'll have pictures posted on 11/11/2009 so you can see the amazing features for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in this car please get in touch with me, and I'll be more than happy to discuss the car further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're interested in owning a Silver Bullet, let me know...haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-8607704950725398820?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8607704950725398820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=8607704950725398820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8607704950725398820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8607704950725398820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/chad.html' title='Chad'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-4433335310603932981</id><published>2009-11-10T09:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:52:34.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Monday</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday I get this picture, and it's showing someones face has been burned, and their hand is all black. I looked at it a few times, and was surprised because it finally dawned on me who was in the picture. It was my brother in law Chad. I immediately got the chills and looked at my phone. I turn it to silent when I'm at work cause I don't want interruptions, and I had a few phone calls from my Dad. I immediately knew something was up. I called him back right away, and I guess while Chad was working (he's and electrician)something exploded and blew up in his face. Luckily he was wearing goggles, a helmet, and long sleeves. Had he not his injuries would have been WAY more severe. I was just freaked out, but my poor sister was in shock I think. So, while she was at the hospital I went and took care of her dogs. She has the cutest dogs, two teacup Chihuahuas, a German Shepherd, and another dog that's a mix breed. SO fun, the little ones bark at the bigger dogs, and it cracks me up. Anyways, I'm just really glad he's okay and that it wasn't something worse. I also hope he gets better soon, if you can please keep him in your prayers?&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/5179131012257759422-4433335310603932981?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4433335310603932981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=4433335310603932981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/4433335310603932981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/4433335310603932981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/scary-monday.html' title='Scary Monday'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-6229586389025137025</id><published>2009-11-09T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:54:24.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>I did a 5k Walk on Thursday last week, and played volleyball all on the same day. The next day I walked 3 miles, and on Saturday I couldn't move. I'm telling you it's a nightmare! The worst part is that I walked backwards on Friday and it literally hurt to walk on Saturday. Remind me to do things in Moderation, I've always been a believer that I can pretty much do anything, but sometimes I really shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely felt like this lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Svg6zCOzlyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ox0-cO-HiRQ/s1600-h/Old+Lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Svg6zCOzlyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ox0-cO-HiRQ/s320/Old+Lady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402132401477621538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's an exaggeration, but still.. I'm all about working out and playing and having fun. However, I tell ya I sure feel old doing it. I'm thinking it's from the Volleyball I've been playing for the last 10 years or so. I play every week, well almost every week. However, I've been doing that for the last 10 years, crazy huh? Well, let's hope my joints can keep it together for another 10 or so years of Volleyball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-6229586389025137025?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6229586389025137025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=6229586389025137025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6229586389025137025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6229586389025137025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Svg6zCOzlyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ox0-cO-HiRQ/s72-c/Old+Lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-205531382174858887</id><published>2009-11-04T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:08:01.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To DAD!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my Dad's 65th birthday. This was my Dad with his siblings when he was 5 (yes only 60 years ago), the photo was taken in their living room in the house they lived in downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SvIIfQhiMnI/AAAAAAAAADw/DZZnLXpnShs/s1600-h/Dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SvIIfQhiMnI/AAAAAAAAADw/DZZnLXpnShs/s320/Dad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400388236275233394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Row L-R My Dad, and my Uncle Garn&lt;br /&gt;Front Row L-R Uncle Kent, Aunt Jeannie, and Uncle Dennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all so little and so cute...It's so awesome! I look at the picture of my Dad and he still has some of the same features. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good Father, he's always there for me and I appreciate him Very much. I can't even tell you how many times he's been there for me when I've had a hard time. He's a good shoulder to cry on when you need it too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great Birthday DAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your youngest Brooke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-205531382174858887?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/205531382174858887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=205531382174858887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/205531382174858887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/205531382174858887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-to-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday To DAD!'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SvIIfQhiMnI/AAAAAAAAADw/DZZnLXpnShs/s72-c/Dad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-5405599485007361022</id><published>2009-11-03T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:40:59.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Learned to Mind my Own Business</title><content type='html'>I was walking past the mental hospital the other day, &lt;br /&gt;And all the patients were shouting, '13.....13....13.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a &lt;br /&gt;Little gap in the planks, so I looked through to see &lt;br /&gt;What was going on...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, some idiot poked me in the eye with a stick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they all started shouting '14....14.....14'... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS!!! I'd be the one looking through the whole in the fence. I'm pretty sure I'd be number 15.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-5405599485007361022?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5405599485007361022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=5405599485007361022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5405599485007361022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5405599485007361022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-i-learned-to-mind-my-own-business.html' title='How I Learned to Mind my Own Business'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-2231298943650267953</id><published>2009-11-02T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:12:24.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight Savings</title><content type='html'>So, I'm not a big fan of Daylight Savings, even if I get to Fall back an hour. This Sunday was the worst, because I use my cell phone as my alarm. Well, when my phone didn't switch over I was SO annoyed I had church on Sunday and didn't want to miss. Anyways, so with my alarm still set I woke up too early and started to get ready. When I realized my phone had not automatically switched I just shut the alarm off and went back to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Su8NZTvCAKI/AAAAAAAAADg/o9t5C3kgWjE/s1600-h/daylightsvgs-time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Su8NZTvCAKI/AAAAAAAAADg/o9t5C3kgWjE/s320/daylightsvgs-time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399549206685941922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was my Sunday, pretty lame huh? Oh and Halloween I just hung around and waited for Trick or Treaters. I did get to watch Darby O'gill and the Little People. It came on TV, and it's so cute. It stars Sean Connery before he was ever James Bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Su8S4iueU3I/AAAAAAAAADo/czA8UPta8ng/s1600-h/DarbyOGill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Su8S4iueU3I/AAAAAAAAADo/czA8UPta8ng/s320/DarbyOGill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399555240844219250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love Disney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-2231298943650267953?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2231298943650267953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=2231298943650267953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2231298943650267953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2231298943650267953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/daylight-savings.html' title='Daylight Savings'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Su8NZTvCAKI/AAAAAAAAADg/o9t5C3kgWjE/s72-c/daylightsvgs-time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7006729254999889247</id><published>2009-10-30T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:18:05.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy HALLOWEEN (tomorrow)!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/funny halloween pictures/babyj3nb/yourcomment/funnyhalloween/11.jpg?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb260/babyj3nb/yourcomment/funnyhalloween/11.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7006729254999889247?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7006729254999889247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7006729254999889247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7006729254999889247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7006729254999889247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween-tomorrow.html' title='Happy HALLOWEEN (tomorrow)!!!'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-370866742267396577</id><published>2009-10-29T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:00:17.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute Costume Ideas for Halloween</title><content type='html'>So, you didn't plan on dressing up for Halloween, because maybe you hadn't been invited to a Halloween party and you were just planning on sitting home in the dark watching TV. Well, out of no where someone invites you to a Halloween party, but you have NO idea what you're going to wear. All of the good costumes you know have either been rented, or purchased. So, what do you do? Well, take a look below at the following Costume ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Carry a quarter and a hammer. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A Quarter-pounder&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;* Dress in pink and carry a feather. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;Tickled pink.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Dress all in black, tie a shot glass around your neck. &lt;strong&gt;What are you? A shot in the dark!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Wear all black and put a postage stamp (enlarged if possible) on your chest. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;Black mail. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wrap yourself in wrapping paper with a tag: "From: God, To: Women". What are you? &lt;strong&gt;God's gift to women. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Attach suger-cubes (or candy) all over yourself. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;Sugar-Daddy or Sugar-Momma. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tie an old CD around your neck and carry a lighter. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A CD burner? (DVDs work well too&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;* Draw the letter C seven times on face and arms (use safe ink!). What is it? &lt;strong&gt;The Seven Seas.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Get a small weight (e.g. dumbbell) and stare at it intently. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;Watching your weight.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Draw the letter P around the child's eyes. What are you? "Black-Eyed-Peas". &lt;strong&gt;Be careful to use safe ink!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Quarter (or preferably enlarged photocopy of one) taped to your back. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A quarter-back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Put a pot on your head. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A pot head. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Box with two circular or semi-circular holes over your head with the label, &lt;strong&gt;"free mammogram".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Black clothes and white face paint? &lt;strong&gt;A mime (you can even skip the paint if it is not available). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wrap yourself in some (or all) aluminum foil. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A baked potato!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Make a large colorful name tag. Say things like "I'd like to buy a vowel" or "Oceans of the world for 500". &lt;strong&gt;Game show contestant.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Got an old black leather jacket? Hair Gel? Jeans? &lt;strong&gt;50s guy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mix black, white, red/orange, blue face paint and paint bugs and dots on your face. Put a few plastic bugs in your hair. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;Bug bites! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Put a piece of styrofoam beneath an old t-shirt. Stab a fork through it (careful!!!!). &lt;strong&gt;You are 'done'. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Affix one couch cushion to the front of you and one to the back. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;The lost TV remote. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wear all white. Attach (or paint) yellow circle to your stomach. &lt;strong&gt;You are an egg. Add horns and a pitchfork and you are a deviled egg.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Get an old box. Cut a hole for your head. Attach book, tissue box, and lamp. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A "One Night Stand!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Put a pillow on your belly. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;Pregnant.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Paint a shoebox black and attach it to your back. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A refrigerator magnet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cowboy hat, boots, corduroy? &lt;strong&gt;Instant cowboy. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Bridal gown and sneakers? What are you? &lt;strong&gt;Runaway bride. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Paint one finger gold. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;Gold finger. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Put crosses all over the clothes you are wearing. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A cross dresser.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Dress normally. Pin some socks, dryer sheets, hand towels to your shirt. &lt;strong&gt;Static cling. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Carry around some paper. If someone askes what you are tear one up. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A paper shredder. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Catcher's glove, loaf of rye bread. Attach the bread to you, wear the glove. &lt;strong&gt;Catcher in the rye.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Wear a t-shirt with a large ? (question mark) on it. Tape popcorn to it. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A pop quiz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wear extra-large bra over your clothes. Stuff with spices. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A spice rack. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Get some cat and dog stuffed animals. Use double sided tape or string to attach to an umbrella. &lt;strong&gt;Its raining cats and dogs.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Wear normal clothes. Attach a dollar to each ear. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A Bucaneer. (Buck-an-ear). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Take a stuffed dog and attach it to your a long sleeve shirt. Use safety pins (or if you can, sew it). &lt;strong&gt;Instant attack dog trainer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dress in a nice suit. Attach legal documents to yourself. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A law suit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* An empty box of cereal. A toy knife. &lt;strong&gt;Instant "Cereal Killer." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Attach unlit cigarette butts to a hat. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A butt-head.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Black jacket and black pants. (a) Add a beard and top hat and copy of the Gettysburg Address and you are &lt;strong&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/strong&gt;. (b) Add dark glasses and slick back your hair and you are &lt;strong&gt;"Men in Black."&lt;/strong&gt; (helps to have a friend to dress with!). (c) Add a hat and you are a &lt;strong&gt;"Blues Brother."&lt;/strong&gt; (d) If you have a white color, you can be a &lt;strong&gt;priest. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Attach a pan to your belt. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;Peter Pan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Put a pillow on your chest. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;Arnold Schwarzenegger or Pamela Anderson &lt;/strong&gt;(at 80 years old if the pillow is bad!). &lt;br /&gt;* Find a toy airplane. When asked what you are, hold it in your hand. &lt;strong&gt;An aircraft carrier.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Put a pillow on your back under your shirt. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;Quasimodo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Put a sign that says "Go Ceilings!!!!" on your shirt. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;A Ceiling Fan!&lt;/strong&gt; Cheer to help the effect. &lt;br /&gt;* Attach a muffin to your hat. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;The Muffin-Man &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;Construction Worker Costume&lt;/strong&gt;: Old shirt, work boots, tool belt, hand tools, work gloves, hard hat, walkie-talkie or some combination &lt;br /&gt;* Wear all white. Attach old cups, milk cartons etc to you. What are you? &lt;strong&gt;White trash.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* For those times you don't want to go: say you're going as a &lt;strong&gt;cable-guy &lt;/strong&gt;- since they never show up; or the &lt;strong&gt;invisible man&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;* Wear red, white, and blue. &lt;strong&gt;Instant American Flag. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these are some simple ideas you can use, in case you need a costume last minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-370866742267396577?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/370866742267396577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=370866742267396577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/370866742267396577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/370866742267396577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-minute-costume-ideas-for-halloween.html' title='Last Minute Costume Ideas for Halloween'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-1047002197577226668</id><published>2009-10-28T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:33:15.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Boogedy</title><content type='html'>Anyone remember this show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9odeLXOBho&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9odeLXOBho&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do, it was my favorite Halloween movie when I was a kid. Halloween is getting closer and I have 3 costume ideas and I have to have it planned out no later than Thursday night. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-1047002197577226668?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1047002197577226668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=1047002197577226668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1047002197577226668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1047002197577226668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/mr-boogedy.html' title='Mr. Boogedy'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-8430104883287796004</id><published>2009-10-27T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:29:29.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow DAY!!</title><content type='html'>I wish they had called a snow day today! Man there is so much snow outside, just look below at a picture from my phone. This is what it looks like outside my window at work. Total White out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SucsKGCaojI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gMNb2A3C268/s1600-h/Snowy+Day!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SucsKGCaojI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gMNb2A3C268/s320/Snowy+Day!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397331230357889586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday I was going to get a drink with a friend of mine and we looked at this guys desk that had a balloon on it with all of the disney princesses on it. Well, she says to me "Who is the chick in Mulan?" I was like "Mulan", then she says to me "What is her name?" I looked at her and started laughing, I could barely get out that her name was "Mulan". I'm thinking, how do you not know who Mulan is? I guess it just seems like second nature like Everyone should ALL know who the Disney princesses are, and I advised my friend that she was definitely sheltered if she didn't know that the Movie Mulan is the name of the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SucsjpZKm8I/AAAAAAAAADY/jf1GLhxD9O8/s1600-h/Mulan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SucsjpZKm8I/AAAAAAAAADY/jf1GLhxD9O8/s320/Mulan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397331669345278914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last night I went to the Salt Lake City Cemetary with a friend for an Archaeology class. It was so dark out, but for some reason I was not scared. She had to find headstones for people who had passed away in the 1800's. It was crazy, we found a family of 9 children who passed away the same day. Then, we found a guy whose first wife died on his birthday. It was so sad to see all of these, but it was really cool to see. Then we found a few of the prophets and to be honest I have been to the SLC cemetary many times, but never thought to look for them before. It was REALLY cool. That cemetary is Huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a good night. The most random things happen to me, which is crazy, but they do. As the random things keep coming up I'll be happy to keep sharing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-8430104883287796004?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8430104883287796004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=8430104883287796004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8430104883287796004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8430104883287796004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/snow-day.html' title='Snow DAY!!'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SucsKGCaojI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gMNb2A3C268/s72-c/Snowy+Day!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-5427589720120276257</id><published>2009-10-26T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:35:49.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wallflowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEeqDk7203U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xEeqDk7203U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on Friday night, Overstock.com had a concert sponsored by our CEO Patrick Byrne. It was fun, because there was dancing involved and I got to hangout with friends. I'm not really a big fan of the Wallflowers, but it was really cool to hear them nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday morning I got to hang out with my favorite Aunt. My Aunt Peggy, she's seriously so fun, and that was officially the first time I got to hang out with Just her. I've never done that before, usually I would see her if other family was around. I had a blast Aunt Peggy thanks for hanging out with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on Sunday I hung out with this way hilarious lady name Keri Macey, she's so crazy! I love it! She has so much energy and has so many ideas. Plus she really knows how to make you feel better about yourself. She's just good at complementing people and saying kind things. It just makes it so you want to hang out with her all of the time because she's just SO positive. There is nothing wrong with positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so that was my crazy fun weekend. Hope everyone else's weekend went well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-5427589720120276257?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5427589720120276257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=5427589720120276257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5427589720120276257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5427589720120276257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/wallflowers.html' title='The Wallflowers'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-1565265808649781863</id><published>2009-10-23T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:38:43.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball</title><content type='html'>After a long hiatus from Volleyball, I went to my old Single's Ward and played Volleyball. Okay, it was awesome, because no matter how rusty I thought I was going to be, I wasn't and in fact played better than I thought I would. Now I have Volleyball on the brain and can't shut it out. All I want to do is set a volleyball all day, is that weird? I'm sure it is, but that just shows true passion for the sport right? Anyways, I had a lot of fun, and a big group of us went to breakfast afterwards. It was so nice to just hang out with a group of friends, quote movies, and laugh. Usually it's fun like that when I go, but not always. So, it was really nice to have a big group. The best movie quote of the night was a quote from the movie "The Ringer". Okay seriously? I LOVE that movie, it's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4T2HF30bYts&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4T2HF30bYts&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that recording was lame, but still the movie is amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it from me, have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-1565265808649781863?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1565265808649781863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=1565265808649781863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1565265808649781863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1565265808649781863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/volleyball.html' title='Volleyball'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-6352276648520095284</id><published>2009-10-22T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:03:56.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>So, I was thinking of things that I am tired of. However, rather than be negative I instead am opting to find the good things in life, and list out the blessings I have. So, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have an awesome Job&lt;br /&gt;- I have wonderful parents&lt;br /&gt;- I have amazing friends&lt;br /&gt;- I have SO much Joy in my life&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a member of a really great Choir&lt;br /&gt;- I'm good with people&lt;br /&gt;- I have a good phone voice&lt;br /&gt;- I'm 21 and still holding, JK!&lt;br /&gt;- I have a strong relationship with God&lt;br /&gt;- I love my religion, it's who I am&lt;br /&gt;- I have an Awesome Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, if you took inventory in your life the same way you take inventory at a job. You would find an endless supply of blessings in your life, and you would dwell less on the negative things that happen. Like the list above, I challenge all of my family and friends to do the same. Bad things happen, but they don't have to run your life. My Mom has always said, "This too shall Pass". She's so right, and I love her for the great advice she always gives me, and because of her I'm a better person. Love you Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-6352276648520095284?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6352276648520095284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=6352276648520095284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6352276648520095284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6352276648520095284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-6030612144027143116</id><published>2009-10-21T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:19:34.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney</title><content type='html'>So, I've had a lot of Disney Songs in my head lately, and these are just a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sL9hooe-yKQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sL9hooe-yKQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5dczpjt5HLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5dczpjt5HLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YjegSDxnVX0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YjegSDxnVX0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I couldn't put them all on here, I'll spare you the agony. Still though, don't you think Disney is amazing? Granted they have some bad ideas, but overall they've helped shape nearly every child's dreams. So, today I celebrate all things Disney and am listening to Disney all day. Who knows how long it will last, but hopefully for a while it take me back to my childhood and I can remember those dreams I had as a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-6030612144027143116?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6030612144027143116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=6030612144027143116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6030612144027143116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6030612144027143116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/disney.html' title='Disney'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-3048352718880915015</id><published>2009-10-20T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:56:33.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room mates</title><content type='html'>I'm enjoying my room mates, we're having a TON of fun. Today I went home for lunch, and I caught my room mate in the bathroom singing to herself. HAHA, U2 never sound so girly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we've had fun lately, Jenny had a date last night and he stayed late to watch a movie with us. I don't think he left until 1am, which is crazy but he was a lot of fun to hang out with. If anything I know she'll at least be friends with the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually haven't been dating, which isn't a bad thing. Right now I've realized a few things, and they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I need to get my life in order&lt;br /&gt; - I need to find trust&lt;br /&gt; - I need to accomplish goals that will propel me to where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now once I accomplish these things, life will be a MILLION times easier and I'll feel better about dating when my life is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at work are really good, Overstock.com is celebrating their 10 year anniversary which is so cool, because I've been with the company for at least 6 years of it. I've seen it go through many changes, and ups and downs. All I can say about it is it's a great company to work for. The CEO really cares about his employees, and it's always a lot of fun to work their. The people I get to work with are awesome, and one of them happens to be one of my best friends. Anyways, I love my job and I'm happy what more could I ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-3048352718880915015?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3048352718880915015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=3048352718880915015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3048352718880915015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3048352718880915015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/room-mates.html' title='Room mates'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-3707721644300415617</id><published>2009-10-16T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:52:26.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>So today is Friday! HOOOORAY! It's my choir concert tonight. In case you didn't know I joined a choir about 2 months ago, and absolutely love it! The choir director is the one and only Sterling Poulson from Channel 2 news. He's a really nice guy, and really funny too. If you ever watch the weather you know what I mean. I'm really excited because we had our dress rehearsal last night and it was amazing! We have this band playing with us, and they are spectactular. They're all highschool age kids, and they play so well. I'm so stoked, I really think this is going to be a huge hit. I'm really glad I joined this choir, it's definitely worth it and it helps me conquer this little fear I have of singing infront of people. Hopefully, one day I'll just get over it completely. Who knows, maybe someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-3707721644300415617?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3707721644300415617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=3707721644300415617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3707721644300415617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3707721644300415617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7710473381401304487</id><published>2009-10-12T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:17:00.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday was CRAZY</title><content type='html'>Saturday night I helped my friend Leslie paint her living room. I had so much fun, and had some Dr. Pepper. I know it's bad for me, and I try to limit the soda as much as possible. Anyways, so we finish up and I drive home well on my way home I'm driving on State Street, and this stupid woman walks out infront of my car. The whole time I'm watching her I immediately slam on my brakes and not once does she look in my direction. The whole time I'm watching her face, and she just keeps walking and doesn't even turn to look in my direction. I came within inches of hitting this woman, and she was completely oblivious to me. It didn't scare me right away, because I felt that I was not alone when I was driving. I felt like I had some help. I'm so glad I had guardian angels watching over me, and fortunately that woman. Although she didn't notice it there was someone there watching over both of us. By the time I got home I just couldn't sleep, it had me pretty shook up. I've been thanking Heavenly Father ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's been my weekend, how about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7710473381401304487?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7710473381401304487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7710473381401304487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7710473381401304487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7710473381401304487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-was-crazy.html' title='Saturday was CRAZY'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-8341277484415819457</id><published>2009-10-08T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:27:58.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thieves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Ss6QtSMcb1I/AAAAAAAAADI/EbIsngzRXxY/s1600-h/siphoning+gas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Ss6QtSMcb1I/AAAAAAAAADI/EbIsngzRXxY/s320/siphoning+gas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390404911661608786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I have an alarm system for the house that's been broken into I now have to get a lock for my gas tank. That's right everyone, someone Actually siphoned gas from my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wish I had been there to catch these thieves but they did it in the middle of the night. It's so frustrating, I can't even tell you it's almost a violation of sorts. So, now my poor car....oh well at least I have a new gas cap for it that locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been okay lately, I can't complain. I love my new room mate Jenny, she's seriously like my sister. Her parents act like I'm a member of their family. It's never a big deal if I just show up for dinner at their house, although I still ask to make sure it's okay. Still though, it's like they never question it if I'm there. Plus her parents in many ways remind me of My parents, they have Some of the same qualities. Love them all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you how amazing my parents are? Just wanted you to know that...I have a really awesome sister who really makes efforts to stay a part of my life. She genuinely wants to know how I'm doing, especially if she hasn't heard from me in a while. That's a really awesome trait she has, and I love her very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have to go. I'm at my parents house so I still have to head home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-8341277484415819457?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8341277484415819457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=8341277484415819457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8341277484415819457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8341277484415819457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/10/thieves.html' title='Thieves!'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Ss6QtSMcb1I/AAAAAAAAADI/EbIsngzRXxY/s72-c/siphoning+gas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-5068547819391999083</id><published>2009-09-30T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:05:20.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>YAY it's Wednesday! Wait, that's not actually a good thing. That means I have two more days left of craziness. I'm going to St. George this weekend. Hopefully, I'll get to see my brother on Saturday night. I haven't seen them in a while, and it'll be nice to see them before Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting used to the short haircut. It's definitely different, and new. I miss having tons of things to do with it. I tried round brushing it. SO many people suggested that idea to me, which was awesome. However, I'm not very good at it. So, I've been experimenting and doing fun things with it. I'm getting more and more used it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this week my friend Jenny moved in, she didn't have anywhere to live. She didn't want to live with people she didn't know, and to help her with rent (as well as myself) she moved in and we are now sharing a room. Let's hope my other Room mate Diana gets married next year, because I have a feeling Jenny and I will have our struggles sharing a room. I've known her since I was 15, but we didn't become friends until I was 19. She's a very supportive friend, and cares a lot for people. I'm really glad she moved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-5068547819391999083?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5068547819391999083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=5068547819391999083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5068547819391999083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5068547819391999083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-4762539244317558188</id><published>2009-09-21T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:23:41.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Week</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this last week, I cut my hair...not because I wanted to. The Salon I went to fried my hair and dyed the bottom portion blue. So, I had to get my hair cut, isn't that tragic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is a pic of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Srf8pYP5aaI/AAAAAAAAADA/ehcbgGj98oY/s1600-h/Me,+Short+Hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Srf8pYP5aaI/AAAAAAAAADA/ehcbgGj98oY/s320/Me,+Short+Hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384049667358681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has said it looks really good on me, but people lie to you to make you feel better. I'm not sure what I think of it yet, it's gonna take some getting used to I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-4762539244317558188?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4762539244317558188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=4762539244317558188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/4762539244317558188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/4762539244317558188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-week.html' title='New Week'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Srf8pYP5aaI/AAAAAAAAADA/ehcbgGj98oY/s72-c/Me,+Short+Hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-6669056335346055466</id><published>2009-09-12T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:16:03.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of the single girl.</title><content type='html'>So, do you ever have those friends that don't offer you support? I do, and I'm starting to get tired of it. Rather than give encouragement these friends find your flaws, and tell you what you need to change about yourself. It always cracks me up, because part of me once to say well..."I am who I am so lay off". However, I don't have the guts. The only way I get the guts is through e-mail, and that always ends badly. It's sad, but I need to find a way to talk to these friends. It's hard because I'm a little afraid of their personalities, some of them have been known to fly off the handle and say horrible things. I don't want to deal with that, so how do you approach someone and tell them. "Hey, you need to lay off, and at least share some sympathy for me once in a while"? It's interesting because I have the flu right now, and one of the friends said "it's all about what you eat, and you need to change the way you eat". Well, I advised her that I HAD been changing what I ate, I eat more fruit and Veggies and less meat. I cut out Soda big time, and I drink tons of water. However, it's not enough for her she thinks there is still something there I'm not doing right. Well, that's on her not me. I know what I'm trying to do, and that's enough for me. Just wish I knew how to tell her where to stick it without hurting her feelings. Anyone have a suggestion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-6669056335346055466?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6669056335346055466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=6669056335346055466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6669056335346055466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6669056335346055466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-of-single-girl.html' title='Life of the single girl.'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-3699712336034909520</id><published>2009-09-08T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:42:50.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I decided I would come up with a new idea to freshen up this blog. I decided I'm going to write a review every week on a book that I've read. Since I usually read books within a couple of days this shouldn't be a problem. I just finished reading the Fabelhaven series, and LOVED IT! There is a last book to the series that doesn't come out until March or April of Next year. Which is fine, because I'm okay with waiting. The books are meant for kids, but I'm a kid at heart and Love them. If you haven't heard about these books well, then you should at least check them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so impressed by the books, but first let me say if you are a slow reader plan on it taking about a month to get through the first four books. It's fascinating how the author 'Brandon Mull' writes his characters, and what happens to them. He's not overly descriptive, and it's enough detail that you get what he's talking about. The story is about a Brother &amp; Sister named Seth and Kendra, and it's about the adventures they experience at the farm where their grandparents live. When I say FARM that's an understatement it's much more than that...If you read the books you'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=fablehaven.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/fablehaven.jpg" border="0" alt="Fablehaven"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-3699712336034909520?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3699712336034909520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=3699712336034909520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3699712336034909520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3699712336034909520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/new.html' title='NEW!!!!!!'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-5249315106159433709</id><published>2009-08-31T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:56:29.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday</title><content type='html'>It's Monday! HOORAY! Oh Wait, that's the beginning of the week. CRAP! oh well, that's okay it's almost over so I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved offices at work today, so I sit in a quieter room. it's different, but nice because I don't have to worry about people looking over my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the latest is, I'm cleaning my room! I know shocker, but it's more than that. I'm downsizing so my friend Jenny can move in. So, I took time off at work (I have TONS of PTO). So, I have like 5 days of this coming weekend, and it's really only going to take me 2 or 3 days to do everything I plan to do. I'm going to ask my landlord to let me paint the room. Keep your fingers crossed, because I'm not sure how they will react to that. I want to do colors that match the following bedroom set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SpxUkuFvxjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TwEQruLDkfY/s1600-h/11191782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SpxUkuFvxjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TwEQruLDkfY/s320/11191782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376265044997686834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this Comforter Set, it's called the Plaza 7-piece Bedding Ensemble. It's available on Overstock. I' seriously in LOVE with this...It's over $100 cause it's 7 pieces, but man I so want it. I get 5% off of my order, but then I pay tax so, it's almost like I'm getting the tax waived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, So, that's about it for me, just want to go home and take a nap. This headache is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-5249315106159433709?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5249315106159433709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=5249315106159433709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5249315106159433709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5249315106159433709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SpxUkuFvxjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TwEQruLDkfY/s72-c/11191782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-2162416206237875227</id><published>2009-08-24T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:15:48.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Again!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm stealing something from my cousin Emily, which she stole from someone else. So, Thanks Em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing you wash in the shower? My Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your favorite hoodie? Blue, it's my only hoodie (BYU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss the last person that you kissed again? If kissing them on the cheek counts than yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan outfits? it's very seldom that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling right now? I feel weird, I had an odd weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the closest thing to you that is red? The shirt I'm wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about the last dream you remember having? It was a dream I had about Sean Patrick Flanery. He's officially become my favorite Actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you meet anybody new today? I do almost every day. Her name is Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you craving right now? nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you floss? every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes to mind when I say cabbage? Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you emotional? Not emotional, but I get hurt easier than I would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever counted to 1,000? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? lick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hair? Yes, Love that it's blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself? Depends on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? Only if someone who cared about politics came with me, that way they would have to talk to him. I wouldn't have to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now? Heidi Montag's new song. It's horrible, the girl is a train wreck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were your parents strict? Of course, but were not as hard on me as they were my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go sky diving? I'd have to lose a little weight first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like cottage cheese? I love it the most as a dip, it's my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met a celebrity? A few of them actually, Bonnie Hunt, Gavin Degraw, Carlos Boozer, and a few other's up a sundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you rent movies often? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in right now? Yes, my toenail polish..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many countries have you visited? The Carribean, and the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you made a prank phone call? I did it all the time when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on a train? Yep, the Heber Creeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown or white eggs? Neither, could do with out them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a cell phone? Yep, it's the only way to contact me, and even then I rarely answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use chapstick? Lipgloss count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a gun? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you use chop sticks? Yes, and very well. I can eat rice with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you going to be with tonight? Probably go see my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving? Some have said that I am, but it's all relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love? Nope. Sorta prefer it that way for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your best friends doing tomorrow? Well, I have a bunch of them, most of them are working, one get's to stay home with the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have cream puffs? Yeah, some store bought mostly, when I was younger my Mom made me some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried? A few weeks ago, I make a point to cry at least once a month. You've got to get those emotions out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last question you asked? Would you like Fries with that? I was just quoting a funny movie so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite time of the year? Anytime there isn't snow on the ground while I'm driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any tattoos? Nope, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sarcastic? Depends on who you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen the Butterfly Effect? Yes, stupid movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever walked into a wall? Yes, but only because I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color? Midnight Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slapped someone? Yeah, but not across the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair curly? Nope Stick Straight, luckily it curls really well though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last CD you bought? I don't buy CD's I use iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do looks matter? I'm attracted to a guys looks first, but then personality usually kills it. So, I'd have to say not really, because a guy could be super good looking, but be not so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you ever forgive a cheater? I've never had to so I couldn't tell you if I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your phone bill sky high? Nope, I get free long distance, it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your life right now? Meh, there are things I'd probably change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on? Used to, but not anymore. Every once in a while I'll fall asleep infront of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth? Yes and No. It's easier to hear the truth from my friends and room mates then it is from my family. Not sure why that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have good vision? No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? Nah, I like most everyone. It's up to them whether they like or dislike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you talk on the phone? Often enough to want to break it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person you held hands with? My Niece Ambrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing? Red Shirt, and Tan Slacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite animal? Dogs are my favorite animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your profile picture taken? Don't think I've uploaded one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hula hoop? Yeah, tried it the other day. I did okay, not the best at it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job? Yes a very good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the most recent thing you bought? Gas for my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window? all of the time when I was a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-2162416206237875227?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2162416206237875227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=2162416206237875227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2162416206237875227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2162416206237875227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/stolen-again.html' title='Stolen Again!'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-2550243749159905199</id><published>2009-08-18T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:39:14.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Peggy</title><content type='html'>So, Today is my beautiful Aunt Peggy's Birthday. I sent her the following in an e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have this wonderful, beautiful Aunt. Who is always there to give me advice. She always makes an effort to be a part of my life, and I LOVE HER for that. So, today on my FAVORITE AUNT’S BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would surprise her with the Biggest Birthday gift I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scroll Down)&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SosqqECb9eI/AAAAAAAAACA/HdCZrTX_PSA/s1600-h/Chris+Gaines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SosqqECb9eI/AAAAAAAAACA/HdCZrTX_PSA/s320/Chris+Gaines.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371433882696283618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see if you can get who this is…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can, then you get the following prize below&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SosrFQ579RI/AAAAAAAAACI/nhzzpJB9K0M/s1600-h/trisha-yearwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SosrFQ579RI/AAAAAAAAACI/nhzzpJB9K0M/s320/trisha-yearwood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371434350006760722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s a two for one deal…When you get one you also get the other…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since that’s not your actual gift, even though it would be way fun if it were true. I thought I would give you something WAY more realistic such as.&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Sosrkf7MXjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xjqlot7Mic0/s1600-h/funny-senior-pictures-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Sosrkf7MXjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xjqlot7Mic0/s320/funny-senior-pictures-23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371434886614507058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I’m sure that guy doesn’t want to be known for having posed for these pictures. I guess it’s probably true that he won’t be coming out to see you for your birthday either, so we’ll continue on to your actual gift. Which is…&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SossD0epYGI/AAAAAAAAACY/j47NJ__xXfo/s1600-h/Funny+Rabbit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SossD0epYGI/AAAAAAAAACY/j47NJ__xXfo/s320/Funny+Rabbit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371435424707862626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I’m sure this guy doesn’t fit into this outfit anymore, at least that will probably be his excuse if I asked him to come see you on your birthday. So, now I’m being serious when I say that I have your actual gift below which is…&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SossjctAqyI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZSsyab9gCQY/s1600-h/Hug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SossjctAqyI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZSsyab9gCQY/s320/Hug.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371435968081472290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep that’s right, a big giant hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just remember that it’s your day and you should do whatever you darn well please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Soss5OpWcSI/AAAAAAAAACo/sQjaLtp052Y/s1600-h/funny-birthday-grandmother-cigarette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Soss5OpWcSI/AAAAAAAAACo/sQjaLtp052Y/s320/funny-birthday-grandmother-cigarette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371436342265147682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if that means you do what she does…hey she didn’t get to be hundred by being a non smoker.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You like? Well, if not I think it's pretty darn funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-2550243749159905199?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2550243749159905199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=2550243749159905199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2550243749159905199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2550243749159905199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/aunt-peggy.html' title='Aunt Peggy'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SosqqECb9eI/AAAAAAAAACA/HdCZrTX_PSA/s72-c/Chris+Gaines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-3688492852304169743</id><published>2009-08-17T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:20:37.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's</title><content type='html'>So, it's Monday. Hooray! I mean BOO!!! Who actually enjoys Mondays? If you say you're one of them. Well, I might make fun of you, cause that's just pure lunacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have this dilemma at work, I go outside sometimes with my boss and my other co-worker cause they smoke and I just stand out there (down wind) and talk to them. Well, it's been perceived that I'm a smoker now (I'm Not). My job is important to me, so I would hate for people to think that I'm a smoker, but I enjoy the conversations I get to have with my boss. We don't get to talk like that when we're at our desks, so it's nice. However, I'm not sure if I should think it's important or not what others at work think of me. So, now...I'm not sure what to do. Should I stop going outside so others at work don't think I'm a smoker? Or should I continue to go outside (have some good conversations) with my boss and say to heck with everyone else? I'm not sure, let me know what you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-3688492852304169743?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3688492852304169743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=3688492852304169743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3688492852304169743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3688492852304169743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/mondays.html' title='Monday&apos;s'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-8625396356373666365</id><published>2009-08-14T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:10:41.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SoXuWhgrRRI/AAAAAAAAABw/vGsh8hdLPnE/s1600-h/5650_114617360535_8625520535_2236231_1949954_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SoXuWhgrRRI/AAAAAAAAABw/vGsh8hdLPnE/s320/5650_114617360535_8625520535_2236231_1949954_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369960201429140754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is Friday, and it's the 40th Anniversary of Woodstock. A holiday to my company as you can see in the above picture. I'm amazed that they considered it a dress up day, and worth it for me to come into work today. Anyways, things are good I'm supposed to go camping tonight with my ward, but it's been raining so we may have to actually cancel. Dang it! Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-8625396356373666365?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8625396356373666365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=8625396356373666365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8625396356373666365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8625396356373666365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday.html' title='FRIDAY!!!!!'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SoXuWhgrRRI/AAAAAAAAABw/vGsh8hdLPnE/s72-c/5650_114617360535_8625520535_2236231_1949954_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-6270094683608900288</id><published>2009-08-03T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:27:25.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushy Stuff</title><content type='html'>SO, I was cheesy one day and decided to watch the Hannah Montana: Movie. I wasn't expecting much from it, but I thought this scene was really sweet, and the song was even more sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ucyuzFvFEo8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ucyuzFvFEo8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have always had an extremely close relationship with my Dad, but this song kind of explains how much I love my Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-6270094683608900288?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6270094683608900288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=6270094683608900288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6270094683608900288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6270094683608900288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/mushy-stuff.html' title='Mushy Stuff'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-550276069360102702</id><published>2009-07-31T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:11:51.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesto and Grilled Cheese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SnNrqbQe1oI/AAAAAAAAABg/_G0KOJmzGDg/s1600-h/GrilledCheese.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SnNrqbQe1oI/AAAAAAAAABg/_G0KOJmzGDg/s320/GrilledCheese.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364749957743957634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Okay, so I have this new obsession. It's called Pesto Sauce. You might have heard of it. I'm not sure why I have it, but I do. I've been putting it on almost everything I eat (except for yogurt and cereal, that would be just nasty). I had this grilled cheese sandwich at this restaraunt called Zupa's, and I've never been the same. You put Munster Cheese, American Cheese, a Tomato, and Pesto Sauce. Then you grill the sandwich. Once it's cooked, it's the most amazing sandwich I've ever tasted. The only trouble is it's like 600 + calories. Oh well, so worth it. Now, because of that sandwich I put the Pesto sauce on the side of everything, and it just all tastes SO good. Oh well, this phase shall pass just like every other random phase in my life. Now if I could actually just do something normal I'll be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-550276069360102702?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/550276069360102702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=550276069360102702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/550276069360102702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/550276069360102702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/pesto-and-grilled-cheese.html' title='Pesto and Grilled Cheese?'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SnNrqbQe1oI/AAAAAAAAABg/_G0KOJmzGDg/s72-c/GrilledCheese.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-5633307399732049545</id><published>2009-07-27T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:56:36.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it really been 3 months?</title><content type='html'>Okay so can I say I'm the worst blogger in the world? I need to get back in the game I think! So, here's something funny. I hung out with my room mate and her boyfriend this weekend, and had a random moment where I took their picture with my Camera Phone, and I did a little photo shopping and got the following out of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Sm3buJP1pDI/AAAAAAAAABY/m2LJpztUblA/s1600-h/Jeff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Sm3buJP1pDI/AAAAAAAAABY/m2LJpztUblA/s320/Jeff.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363184317070943282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here is the fake letter I sent to Diana with the above image attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diana,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted thick illustrious shiny hair? I bet you do! Well Now you Can! With only two applications of our amazing formula you can receive hair just like me, because I'm not only the president I'm also a client!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, act now, and receive your first two applications for only $1,500.00, and that's not all you will get! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You will also receive, 5 free scalp massages by one of our qualified and trained proffesionals. As well as 6 free bottles of our hair maximizing Shampoo and Conditioner. This will keep your hair illustrious and shiny, and attract all members of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now why do you ask can we guarantee such an offer such as this? Well, I'll tell you, our formula contains a chemical that mesmerizes the opposite sex, and they will see you for the true beauty you really are. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So again, act NOW before this offer ends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Expires: 01/01/9001&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer - No money back if product fails. May cause blindness if you get it in your eyes. Also, it may cause cancer in your right earlobe or left earlobe depending on what ear you listen out of most. Customers have also complained of hearing loss, nausea, lack of taste, the Hershey squirts, brown teeth, green finger, and even possibly what's known as yellow nail. Furthermore, it may also cause memory loss so make sure to put post it notes on everything in your home (including your family members, and pets). Moreover be advised that members of the same sex may attempt to scratch your eyes out, kick you, and seek to end your life. They might also want spread rumors about you around the workplace leaving you no choice but to live in a hole.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Dean Prescott, Esquire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P.S. See our ad in Jeff Hairclub for Men Magazine (image attached for your convenience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's what my weekend was like, and again sorry for not posting in while. I've been busy, when you get a new position at work. Life takes on a whole new meaning you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-5633307399732049545?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5633307399732049545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=5633307399732049545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5633307399732049545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5633307399732049545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/has-it-really-been-3-months.html' title='Has it really been 3 months?'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Sm3buJP1pDI/AAAAAAAAABY/m2LJpztUblA/s72-c/Jeff.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-272685796448896500</id><published>2009-04-13T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:34:12.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28th Birthday, and the Bonnie Hunt Show</title><content type='html'>So, I couldn't find my Battery Charger for my Camera. So, I can't provide you with pictures. One thing I can say, they refused to let us take pictures at the show. So, let me tell you what happened while it's still on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there right before noon on Thursday, and stood in line to get into the studio. I went with my Room mate, and we ended up meeting these ladies in line. They were so cute, we talked about the show and it turns out one of the ladies shares a birthday with me. So, we talked quite a bit, and eventually got through the line and into the studio. The staff was absolutely amazing, we got a Hot Dog and a Rootbeer when we sat down in the studio which was a lot of fun. Seeing the set it was a lot smaller then I originall assumed it would be I guess everything looks bigger on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy that gets the crowd excited and laughing started asking people where they were from. A lot of people raised there hands, and he eventually got to me and I was SO excited that I shouted it...so lame. Anyways, he got a kick out of me I guess, especially when I told him it was my Birthday. So, he gave me a Bonnie Hunt T-shirt. They don't just hand those shirts to everyone in the audience so I felt really lucky. Anyways, I asked him if he could get Don to do the Muppet Dance, it was the same dance he did when they had Elmo and Zoe on from Sesame street, and he did it! So exciting. Anyways, so during one of Bonnie's skits about Chocolate, my room mate Diana shouted out "It better be Godiva" and Bonnie called out "What Honey?" and the camera focused on us so we'll be on television. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first guest she had was Chloris Leachman, the woman is crazy. She put on a blonde wig, and pole danced. She also played the piano, and the purpose was to promote her new autobiography. Well, the part you may not see on the show, she was heading up the stairs to slide down the railing. They were worried about her Safety, so one of the crew members named Alec went up and told her he'd give her a piggy back ride. Well, that's exactly what happened, and he galloped with her on his back backstage. It was crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the other guests were on and she interviewed them, and the show ended. Well she came into the audience and started to greet people. Well, when she finally got to my side I almost hyperventalated (spelled that wrong). I was freaking out because this is someone I watch on TV almost every single day. Well, anyways she gets over to us and shakes Diana's hand, and Diana tells her that she read one of my letters on her show, then we told Bonnie which letter it was and she said to me "nice to meet you"...and I shook her hand, and then said to her "You know, my parents are huge fans of you, and I am too" then I started crying. I'm such a dork! I was crying, and she hugged me and said "Oh honey, it's okay! I know television has such an influence on people." then she said "Thank you for giving me matarial for the show you're so sweet!" Then she walked away, I hugged her a second time and sat down. She also wished me a Happy Birthday. It was SO amazing...After she went back to the set, Don came over and gave me a hug, and I asked him if I could meet Holly (Bonnie's best friend). I was SO excited, I just kept telling her how much I loved the show and her and everyone on it, and she was so nice. We joked about the blue Chalk she put on as a joke. It was so awesome, I felt so lucky to get to meet them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways, we stayed by the studios, and waited for the 6 o'clock taping. That one wasn't as eventful because I got sick right after Kathy Griffin was on, I had to leave during one of the commercials so they had to have someone sit in for me while I was away. I found out so much info about Bonnie from her staff. The one girl told me that Bonnie isn't currently planning on doing any new scripts or movies, but that she's been doing some writing for Pixar and such. So, I thought that was cool. Also, that Bonnie's niece drives her around while Bonnie sits in the back seat. I guess she doesn't want to be recognized, and who can blame her. With all of us standing around she probably didn't want people rushing to her asking for autographs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was all on Thursday and it was amazing, Friday we went to the beach and hung out. I got a lot of great pictures, that I'll load some of them as soon as I find the charger. I think it's just in the camera case, but I accidentally left that at a friends house. So, as soon as I load them on to my computer I'll put them on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all this was one of the best Birthdays, but I came to one conclusion after all that happened. You don't make things happen by sitting there doing nothing, you have to get out into the world and experience things for yourself. Life can pass you by in an instant so it's up to us to make the most of it. We make our own dreams come true, no one does it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-272685796448896500?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/272685796448896500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=272685796448896500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/272685796448896500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/272685796448896500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/04/28th-birthday-and-bonnie-hunt-show.html' title='28th Birthday, and the Bonnie Hunt Show'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-474881718704622984</id><published>2009-04-07T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:29:28.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bonnie Hunt Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SdubdzSV_hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rMFLCJBIAoM/s1600-h/Bonnie+Hunt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SdubdzSV_hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rMFLCJBIAoM/s320/Bonnie+Hunt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322018320954031634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you know me you know that I watch the Bonnie Hunt show almost Every day. I love how funny she is. So, this week for my B-day I'm flying out with my room mate to california to see the show. I'm so excited! I'll get the see the 2pm taping and the 6pm taping. Who knows who will be on, they wouldn't tell me on the phone when I they told me I could get tickets. So, we'll have to see. Anyways, all I know is..I'm stoked! Happy 28th Birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-474881718704622984?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/474881718704622984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=474881718704622984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/474881718704622984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/474881718704622984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/04/bonnie-hunt-show.html' title='The Bonnie Hunt Show'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SdubdzSV_hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rMFLCJBIAoM/s72-c/Bonnie+Hunt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-3225135348149330663</id><published>2009-03-19T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:06:50.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonnie Hunt</title><content type='html'>So, I'm obsessed with watching the Bonnie Hunt show, I never miss a show unless it doesn't get recorded for some reason, or KJzz for whatever reason doesn't air an episode. She's so awesome, she read one of my letters on the air...I was so shocked, and it's funny because I still have the recording. I show everyone that comes over to my house it is my only claim to fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been enjoying my new job but I'm so busy all of the time I have hardly any time for life...especially putting anything in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad to find out that Natasha Richardson passed away. She was an amazing actress, and I admired her a great deal. I pray for her family that they will find comfort, it's just so sad she was so young. Guess I shouldn't go skiing. I've never been and my friends told me I should, well after her accident I don't think I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-3225135348149330663?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3225135348149330663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=3225135348149330663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3225135348149330663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3225135348149330663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/03/bonnie-hunt.html' title='Bonnie Hunt'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-4782758310296298267</id><published>2009-02-27T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:52:33.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgrade</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking about the upgrades in our lives. A new Job, a new car, a new house...but is it really important to upgrade? Or do we just tell ourselves it is. I have a new position at work, and while yes it's an upgrade it's also more of a challenge for me. So, really is it an ugrade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Safv4Mmz3hI/AAAAAAAAABI/d3DVffZEvgQ/s1600-h/upgrade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Safv4Mmz3hI/AAAAAAAAABI/d3DVffZEvgQ/s320/upgrade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307474434615139858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-4782758310296298267?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4782758310296298267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=4782758310296298267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/4782758310296298267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/4782758310296298267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/upgrade.html' title='Upgrade'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/Safv4Mmz3hI/AAAAAAAAABI/d3DVffZEvgQ/s72-c/upgrade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-4525671748942062805</id><published>2009-02-24T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:42:11.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>Anyone that thinks kids aren't funny...never read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old  she was.  Granny replied she was so old she didn't  remember any more.  Melanie said, 'If you don't remember you must look in the back of your panties.  Mine say five to six.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mom good night.  'I love you so much that when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom window.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY (age 4) had an earache and wanted a pain killer.  She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle.  Seeing her frustration, her Mom explained it was a child-proof cap and she'd have to open it for her.  Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: 'How does it know it's me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. 'Please don't give me this juice again,' she said. 'It makes my teeth cough.' &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;DJ (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked:  'How much do I cost?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and kissing in a restaurant.  Without taking his eyes off them, he asked his dad: 'Why is he whispering in her mouth?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried. When his Mom asked what was troubling him, he replied, 'I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story.  His dad read: 'The man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and was turned to salt.'  Concerned, James asked: ''What happened to the flea?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met  an elderly, rather wrinkled woman her Mom knew.  Tammy looked at her for a while and then asked, 'Why doesn't your skin fit your face?'&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget:  this particular Sunday sermon ...&lt;br /&gt;'Dear Lord,' the Minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face, 'Without you, we are but  dust ...' &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice, 'Mom, what is butt  dust?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-4525671748942062805?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4525671748942062805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=4525671748942062805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/4525671748942062805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/4525671748942062805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-8934933165354297500</id><published>2009-02-17T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:35:03.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>I'm such a slacker, I totally forget to post blogs on here...I figure no one reads them any more..oh well. It gives me an outlet when I need one and that's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays this month my single's ward gets to do Family Home Evening for the two rest homes in our stake. Can I tell you that's a crazy experience! I got to do the one on Monday this week. I love the people dearly the first home there was a lady and she had no teeth, and kept crying out "HELP ME!" She was quiet when I started singing, but then when I stopped she'd yell again. "HELP ME!" She scared me to death! The second home was fun too, the lady that said the opening prayer was backwards...she kept saying, "God Bless Me" haha it was funny. Then there was this cute guy who smiles a lot, and when it came time to sing, he'd sing so loud the one lady next to him covered her ears. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. I know that there are older people in the world, someday my parents might be these people in this home. My hope is that if that happens someone will be nice enough to visit with my parents the way I tried to visit with these amazing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's funny, I've never been a huge fan of Valentine's Day. I just can't get into it...there's something not right about it...maybe it's the commercialization of it. I'm not a fan of that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was promoted at work last week, and start my new position on the 3rd of March. I'm really excited. New opportunities will come my way, and I can't wait. It's definitely going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I purchased an alarm system so if someone breaks into my home they alarm will sound and alert my neighbors. They are loud alarms, I had one go off on me just to hear it. It was louder than the smoke alarm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I finally decided with the help of my Father in Heaven that it was time to take out my endowments. I know the church encourages us to wait until the time is right, but I felt a sense of urgency and knew that I needed to go through. So, on February 7th I took out my endowments. All I can really say is, that it was beautiful and amazing. Words cannot fully describe the experience and I am humbled that the Lord felt I was ready to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for me right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-8934933165354297500?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8934933165354297500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=8934933165354297500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8934933165354297500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8934933165354297500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7256238509547908292</id><published>2009-02-02T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:23:25.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SYdV35sQQiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P27A6pCyW_g/s1600-h/Little+Girl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SYdV35sQQiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P27A6pCyW_g/s320/Little+Girl.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298297905492279842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY A MOTHER WOULD KNOW..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cup of Tea . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was maybe 2 1/2 years old. Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as &lt;br /&gt;a gift and it was one of my favorite toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I&lt;br /&gt;brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea', which was just water. After several&lt;br /&gt;cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of&lt;br /&gt;tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!' My Mom waited, and sure&lt;br /&gt;enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she&lt;br /&gt;watches him drink it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she says, (as only a mother would know.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7256238509547908292?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7256238509547908292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7256238509547908292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7256238509547908292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7256238509547908292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/02/cute-joke.html' title='Cute Joke'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nwD8w3oZyoo/SYdV35sQQiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P27A6pCyW_g/s72-c/Little+Girl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-5320662571310396766</id><published>2009-01-27T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:38:42.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=DeadlyRing.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/DeadlyRing.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ring I was wearing that flew off my finger and smacked this lady in the back of the Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=BackofHead.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/BackofHead.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my face after it knocked her out and her husband punched me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=Princessleadh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/Princessleadh.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm really joking, I did hit a lady in the back of the head with a ring, but I didn't get punched...haha..I felt bad and laughed at her though..Guess I'm a jerk right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this week has been a good week. I'm going back to school, and I'm really excited about it. It's about time I find something..you know? I started yesterday, and I go back tonight for more testing. Hooray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny that I am very comfortable sharing information about myself, and don't mind when other people know things about me. I talk to people in grocery store lines...I talk to people everywhere...but sometimes and depending on the person I'm with...people don't like it when I do. I see absolutely nothing wrong with it, I'm approachable if I do it. I would much rather be approachable than be ignored because I don't like talking to other people. I guess that's me though, and if people don't understand it well that's there loss for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it from me this week. Take Care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-5320662571310396766?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5320662571310396766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=5320662571310396766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5320662571310396766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5320662571310396766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-ring-i-was-wearing-that-flew.html' title=''/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-6340002114100492823</id><published>2009-01-21T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:33:49.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy....</title><content type='html'>So, I've been really busy this week...and I'm WAY tired. I'm sure if you read any of my previous posts...I barely get sleep...HAHA oh well it's my own fault..So, I don't really have much to talk about today. So, a friend of mine sent me this joke. Hope you like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never question a drunk&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was shopping at the local supermarket where I selected: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A half-gallon of 2% milk, &lt;br /&gt;    A carton of eggs, &lt;br /&gt;    A quart of orange juice, &lt;br /&gt;    A head of romaine lettuce, &lt;br /&gt;    A 2 lb. can of coffee, and &lt;br /&gt;    A 1 lb. package of bacon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was unloading my items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk&lt;br /&gt;standing behind me watched as I placed the items in front of the cashier. While the cashier was ringing&lt;br /&gt;up the purchases, the drunk calmly stated, 'You must be single.'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit startled by this proclamation, but I was intrigued by the&lt;br /&gt;derelict's intuition, since I was indeed single.  I looked at the six items on the belt and saw nothing&lt;br /&gt;particularly unusual about my selections that could have tipped off the drunk to my marital status. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Curiosity getting the better of me, I said: 'Well, you know what, you're&lt;br /&gt;absolutely right.  But how on earth did you know that?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk replied, 'Cause you're ugly'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-6340002114100492823?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6340002114100492823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=6340002114100492823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6340002114100492823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6340002114100492823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy.html' title='Busy....'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-5574435803144359839</id><published>2009-01-14T11:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:06:34.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>So, I'm tired of stress I started looking for funny things today and found a funny video clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5a0bdfb39acb7bdc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a0bdfb39acb7bdc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330288991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4013884E22D836165D9F799A9AD578650D3EAF8F.2A0928331B69748E51EEC134CACE766CAFF9A77F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a0bdfb39acb7bdc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT0vvzj3tuU6JqWJchP15eX5ltQo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a0bdfb39acb7bdc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330288991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4013884E22D836165D9F799A9AD578650D3EAF8F.2A0928331B69748E51EEC134CACE766CAFF9A77F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a0bdfb39acb7bdc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT0vvzj3tuU6JqWJchP15eX5ltQo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;I'm thanful for the things the thieves who broke into my house did not steal. &lt;br /&gt;------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my Awesome Parents&lt;br /&gt; ------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my brand new calling over the activities committee &lt;br /&gt;------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful I get to go to the temple &lt;br /&gt;------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful I can say I have friends &lt;br /&gt;------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful I have a job &lt;br /&gt;------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;Most of all...I'm thankful for my Father in Heaven &lt;br /&gt;______________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of the trials we get faced with in life, and I remember that although it's never easy it's supposed to be for the greater good in the long run. I'm thankful that i have all the things listed above. A friend of my family has this poster up at work that is called a "Blessing" board. I think it's vital to list the things in our lives that we are thankful for and feel blessed to have. Anyways, Hope everyone has a good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-5574435803144359839?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5574435803144359839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=5574435803144359839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5574435803144359839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5574435803144359839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-3531278002385955913</id><published>2009-01-07T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:22:26.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=KVAL-police_lights_night.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/KVAL-police_lights_night.jpg" border="0" alt="Police"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a very big fan of the police, at least not anymore. My Dad might not like that I'm saying this right now, but if it's how I feel than he can't change that right? Anyways, so on New Years Day I was driving to the grocery store, I was going 51 in a 45 mph speed limit zone. Well, I got pulled over. Yes that's right, the officer said the speed limit was 40. How do you fight that? I double back to check, and sure enough it was 45 not 40 like the officer said. So...what do you do? The officer has every right to pull you over even if you are going 6 miles over. So, I don't like cops anymore...I have other reasons not to like them anymore, but I won't get into that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it from me this week...hope all is well with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-3531278002385955913?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3531278002385955913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=3531278002385955913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3531278002385955913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3531278002385955913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/https72.html' title=''/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-2212457967381401704</id><published>2009-01-02T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:27:37.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>SOOOOO glad it's a New Year or so I thought until I got pulled over yesterday on NEW years day...sheesh! I was only going 6 miles over the speed limit, but I guess the cop was supposed to get people going just over 5 miles. Oh well, I've decided now that I dislike the police even more. I love my Dad, but do not like the police. He was a total jerk. ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for New Years my singles ward threw a huge party, we did Karaoke, we had a dance, we had three different game rooms. It was a lot of fun, but very exhausting. The girl that was supposed to be in charge got sick, so I had to take on Everything. Luckily I labeled the rooms so everyone knew which room was which. There was a lot to do. Our ward provided a ton of food, and it was just so much fun. Plus, I set up my friend Heidi with my friend Brian, and he's calling her to go out with her again. I'm so excited, I really hope it works out between the two of them. They have a few of the same interests so we'll have to see where it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, no dating prospects, I'm actually quite content being single. I'm really active in my singles ward and we have tons of activities. I wonder where i find the time to do half of them. I love it though, and I'm happy. I have a fantastic bishop who listens and really cares he's like a Dad in a lot of ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all from me, hopefully the year will get better as it progresses. Keep your fingers crossed for me...I'm sure trying to be positive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-2212457967381401704?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2212457967381401704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=2212457967381401704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2212457967381401704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2212457967381401704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-2597343088535214011</id><published>2008-12-23T11:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:43:07.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I know, I took my time writing this blog, Sorry everyone. I'm usually better about it. Work has really kept me busy and it's almost impossible to find time. Anyways, yesterday was FHE and we went caroling at an assisted living home. How awesome was that! I was so amazed at how eager the elderly were to hear us sing, and even more to sing with us. We had a lot of fun..Afterwards we went to the institute building and drank hot chocolate. Now I need to tell you I'm the perfect klutz! I spilled the hot chocolate down the front of me. Can you say HOT?! while that wasn't my most intelligent move, it was still good hot chocolate. I taught the lesson, and I chose to talk about the Saviors Birth and how important the savior is. That this time of year we not only need to celebrate his birth but his life. That when we think about Christmas we need to think about giving not receiving, because that's the way the lord lived. He gave us his own life so that we might be saved. No greater gift could ever be given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so that's it from me. I'll try to write again soon and keep you posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-2597343088535214011?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2597343088535214011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=2597343088535214011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2597343088535214011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2597343088535214011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-6150731816727649216</id><published>2008-11-27T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:52:03.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Today I have a lot to be thankful for. I have AWESOME parents who look out for me a lot. I have wonderful friends, and amazing family members that are supportive of my decisions not all of them, but some of the are. I feel bad because my family isn't as close as it once was when I was kid. I remember when we would have meals together, and watch movies together. It was so important that we did these things together. I get that everyone grows up, and moves on. However, I miss them all, I miss how it once used to be. It will never be that way again, I know that but...anyways enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really fun weekend, I hung out with my room mate Diana, my friend Leslie, and her sister Ashlee. What an amazing weekend! I was really tired, and I've been trying to get more sleep. So, we were sitting in the car, and out of no where I was like "I think I'm gonna try to get more sleep tonight, more than I usually get. That's just a suggestion to myself". Okay so I didn't really think it was that funny, but the "That's just a suggestion to myself" thing had everyone in the car laughing. I started laughing too...but I really was making a suggestion to myself so...oh well...even when you are not even trying to be funny people think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was a lot of fun. I have amazing friends, they all make me laugh REALLY hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about it from me...I hope everyone has an amazing and wonderful Thanksgiving. We ALL have so much to be thankful for, and I hope that all of you are able to see the wonderful blessings each of you have in your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-6150731816727649216?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6150731816727649216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=6150731816727649216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6150731816727649216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6150731816727649216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-6766515140202985443</id><published>2008-11-18T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:41:29.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>So, I had an Awesome weekend. I went to St. George with my parents to see my Brother Bill and his family. I had a Blast, I love my nieces and nephew. The girls kept asking me to tell stories, because I tell them all the amazing blonde moments I have and for some reason they like it. haha go figure. On Saturday Morning after I told the first round of stories, my niece Paysen woke me up and told me that she had a story for me. She's only four so I was really surprised, but excited to hear that she had a story for me. So, she sits down on the floor and crosses her legs. Then she starts "Once upon a time, Brexton(her little brother) got lost. We couldn't find him anywhere. Kierra went without shoes so we could find him, and it was really hot outside. Sage(next door neighbor) told us we had to call the police, and then Kierra was still without shoes so she hurt her feet really bad. Then we found Brexton, the end". I laughed so hard through the whole story, because here is this four year old telling me a good story. Needless to say she was so cute, and so funny. Love that kid, love all the kids. I'm really glad I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a lot of respect for my brother. I used to think he was WAY protective of his girls, but when I went out in public with them I could see why. I felt protective of them myself, because of the stares the girls were getting. It creeped me out almost, and bothered me all at the same time. What I mean by that is, my brother wanted to teach girls about Gun safety. So, my Dad took his guns and we went to the range (FYI, you don't want me on your side if we go into battle. I can't close my left eye without closing my right...ask anyone who knows about guns you should be able to close your left eye when shooting otherwise you are WAY off target). Anyways, while we were there, creepy guys were staring at them and it just really bothered me a lot. They seemed to really enjoy going to the range, but I was distracted for sure. All in all though, I think they learned more about guns then they ever expected to, I guess if you hang out with my Dad for an afternoon, you will one of the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns&lt;br /&gt;Cameras&lt;br /&gt;Guns&lt;br /&gt;Cameras&lt;br /&gt;Hunting&lt;br /&gt;Computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's really passionate about them, just ask him I'm sure he will tell you. Or he will show you his awesome pictures, which lets face it, we can all look at those all day long. I often stare off into the pictures on the calendar that he gave us last year for Christmas. I'm going to be sad when next year comes around, because something tells me we aren't going to be getting a new calendar with his pictures.  A girl can hope right? Maybe he'll read this blog and get the hint...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that's it from me for now. Hope all is well with you, my thoughts and prayers are with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-6766515140202985443?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6766515140202985443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=6766515140202985443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6766515140202985443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6766515140202985443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-5365584068607302609</id><published>2008-11-11T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:37:26.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Fast!</title><content type='html'>Around the world. If you don't know that game it's okay. It's kinda of stupid but addicting just like bunko! Anyways, I played it last night with my singles ward, and LOST every time. Of course you're supposed to be able to run, and I'm not quite there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back to not getting enough sleep, I swear I'm an insomniac. I'm killing myself by only getting 3 and 4 hours a sleep a night. I just don't know what else to do. I don't do well on sleeping pills, so that's out. I'll just have to start forcing myself to get home and get sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to going with my parents to see my Brother and his family this weekend. It's sad when you start counting down the days.. haha! I miss my brother and his family, and I'm WAY stoked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this was all I could think to write. Life is too crazy to mention in this blog. I'd probably bore you, so to save you the trouble of being bored I'll keep it short and sweet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE you all!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-5365584068607302609?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5365584068607302609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=5365584068607302609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5365584068607302609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5365584068607302609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/really-fast.html' title='Really Fast!'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-3854988280418941945</id><published>2008-11-06T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:22:35.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Week</title><content type='html'>Last Week, the company I work for had a private concert for the CEO. Now mind you, this was a private party and not fully supported by the company, just the CEO Patrick Byrne. Anyways, at the party they had Jason Mraz perform. Now I thought that was WAY cool! So, I show up, get right up front. Then I get a crummy picture like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=JasonMraz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/JasonMraz.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would have turned out better, you can't even tell it's Jason Mraz. I was so excited about the concert, and I was a total blonde and only took ONE picture of him. Mistake I will never make again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this week at work there were two singers who came in who are in the Overstock.com. There names are Joey and Rory, they were on "Can you Duet". They sure can, and I can testify of that. They performed live right outside our office building, to a small group of us. I thought it was so cool. This is them singing in the Overstock Commercial: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBzdUfv0JIs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CBzdUfv0JIs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cute! This is one song people have said they love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmqIsnIp5uc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmqIsnIp5uc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's me meeting them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=JoeyandRory.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/JoeyandRory.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was posing for another camera so that's why we're facing a different direction. I just think it's cool I got to meet them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's the exciting part of my week. The rest of my week has been pretty dull. I am however looking forward to going to St. george with my parents next week to see my brother and his kids. I"m really excited actually, because they are far away I feel like my nieces and nephew don't know me. I guess the same could be said for the nieces and nephews I have here in Salt Lake. I just wish my schedule weren't so demanding. I've been busy every day this week, including last week. There is always stuff that has to get done. Plus I don't ever want to be a burden to my family by just showing up at their door. I see Dee a lot, but she doesn't live that far from me. I also wish the economy were better, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it from me this week. I've had all kinds of fun as you can tell, too bad next week won't be as fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-3854988280418941945?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3854988280418941945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=3854988280418941945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3854988280418941945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3854988280418941945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/11/interesting-week.html' title='Interesting Week'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7996652724369086964</id><published>2008-10-29T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:41:53.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Week</title><content type='html'>so, I have been so busy at work lately I haven't had time to write the comings and goings in my life. I used to live in Tooele with my parents, and never once was I as busy as I am right now. There is just so much going on in my life it's hard to think about. I have Institute on Wednesdays, Thursday is Volleyball for both my stake and my old singles ward. Monday nights are family home evening nights, Sunday nights are game nights with the ward which my room mate and I often host. Friday nights friends come over because they know I won't turn them away. so, really the only nights I get to myself are Tuesday and Saturday. Even then, that rarely happens too. It's not that I'm frustrated or annoyed, it's just hard to imagine that this is all possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Monday was really cool. It was our ward Halloween party, and let me just tell you, it was a Blast! I of course got there at 3 to help decorate because I'm on the activities comittee. Wow, it was so amazing! We had pumpkin carving, dancing, tons of food, and my favorite the pie throwing. it was just so much fun watching that...especially everytime everyone got hit in the face, I lucked out...yaya! Anyways, my pumpkin won for most creative. I gave mine green hair because I used the green frosting on it. I was just trying to be creative, and it worked...haha! I'll get a pic of it and add it later this week. Needless to say that even though this party went well, I was so exhausted and tired by the end of the night I could barely walk. I felt like I was ancient, and I could barely walk it hurt so bad. Funny thing though about the party, I have a fog machine that I brought in. I plugged it in, and it was only on for 2 minutes, and the fire alarm went off. I unplugged it and took it outside, but we couldn't get the fire alarm off. Then somehow they figured out how to silence the sound, but the lights kept flashing. It worked great in the dance room, because we needed a strobe light..haha! Either way we couldn't turn it off completely and had to leave it for the people in the morning to figure out. Kinda funny huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so that's about it...Halloween is on Friday, and I've got an excellent halloween costume idea. My hope is that it works...we'll see...Until then...tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7996652724369086964?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7996652724369086964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7996652724369086964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7996652724369086964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7996652724369086964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-week.html' title='New Week'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-5405823331763264258</id><published>2008-10-22T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:20:12.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>So, I got food poisoning over the weekend. It was Horrible, both my room mate and I were miserable. We decided it was the mac and cheese we ate. Oh well, it's over now and I feel Way better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm reading this book called Brisingr (Pronounced Brising-gur)It's awesome! It's the 3rd book to the Eragon series. The movie was stupid, but the books are amazing. It almost reminds me of Lord of the Rings, but it has it's own concept. If you get a chance to read these books I HIGHLY recommend it. They are big books but well worth the read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was talking to a friend the other day, he's samoan. Well, he stopped off at a gas station in texas on his way home with his Cousin. They were walking around looking at stuff, now my friend is a big guy. Well, he saw this weird food and wasn't sure what it was, so he asked the teller what it was. The only thing the guy said to him was "food very good, you buy or put back!" (In an asian tone). Okay, so they thought he was joking or thought they were in a movie. The guy thought they were going to rob him or something. So, rather than buy something they walked out. So now, every time I talk to him or anyone else that knows the story I say "You Buy or Put back" (really fast). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm really excited. The CEO of our company decided to throw his own personal party at Salt Air. He's having Jason Mraz play, and we all get to go for free. On top of that he's treating everyone to dinner as well. So, we get free food and an awesome concert on top of that. I thought it was pretty cool. The concert is on the 28th or 29th of October. I'm so Stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's been me this week, I know...so awesome right!? J/K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-5405823331763264258?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5405823331763264258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=5405823331763264258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5405823331763264258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/5405823331763264258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-2000740193099651109</id><published>2008-10-16T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:05:25.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss's Day</title><content type='html'>So, today is boss's day, and we decorated my bosses desk today. Needless to say she was really shocked when she walked in to see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=1016080616a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/1016080616a.jpg" border="0" alt="Mary Boss Day 1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know...it was crazy. You can't see it, but there are streamers hanging from the ceiling, and little notes inside some of the balloons. I almost feel bad for her, but then she's a good boss so I guess I do. Wait til next week when I show you pictures of our plans to decorate our aisle for Halloween. I came up with the plans for it. We'll see how it goes down or if it will. Whatever happens I'll show you the after effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things have been really tough, but I've got some really wonderful people in my life who are so supportive and kind. They understand that while I'm not perfect I try to be, and isn't that what we're supposed to be in life? Supportive, understanding, forgiving? I feel like I have a lot of forgiveness to give to others, and I'm trying very hard. While I don't expect anyone to ever forgive me, I would hope that that they would just as I am trying right now to forgive. So, that's the emotional side of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to more funny stuff in my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're a blonde when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice you ask someone to hand you something you're looking for, and it's right infront of your face. Yesterday I had this card I was making, and I asked my room mate to hand it to me. She just looked at me like I had grown an extra nose or something cause it was right by my hand. Then after I did that...I needed the glue, and asked her to hand it to me. Again, the glue was right in front of me. Well, she had no words after that...I left her speechless. I think I was just tired or something. However, I can't make an excuse for that, when there is no excuse after the first time you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's been my life up to this point. Just wait...there is always more to come, even stranger things have happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-2000740193099651109?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2000740193099651109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=2000740193099651109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2000740193099651109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2000740193099651109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/bosss-day.html' title='Boss&apos;s Day'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-2602113403948010472</id><published>2008-10-07T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:17:51.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>General Conference</title><content type='html'>This last weekend was Really awesome. It was general conference weekend, and my ward was asked to sing at temple square. My what an amazing experience, it was hard to stand out there for 2 hours singing the entire time. I lost my voice...and now have a cold. Despite that, I think it was worth it to do it, because the members of the church were so appreciative of us. We sang in harmony with each other because we seperated into parts, and it just sounded SO cool! Anyways, it was definitely worth it to go, and being able to sit in the conference center with President Monson not far from you is pretty amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it from me this week, nothing really exciting going on other than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-2602113403948010472?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2602113403948010472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=2602113403948010472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2602113403948010472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/2602113403948010472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/10/general-conference.html' title='General Conference'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-1131377269767043491</id><published>2008-09-29T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T05:46:07.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>So, on Saturday it felt like I was living in a dream. I met one of my favorite musicians. Gavin Degraw! I totally freaked out I won't lie. I barely had words for this man, because I was in such shock. I've followed his career since the moment I heard him on the radio more than 5 years ago. So, to get this chance was once in a lifetime. I even took some pictures, I have one on my camera with the two of us. I also have a bunch that I took during the concert where I was standing just underneath his microphone, it was CRAZY! Here is a few pictures of the WONDERFUL meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=gavin3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/gavin3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=Gavin2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/Gavin2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=Gavin1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/Gavin1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at it this way, it's not every day that you get to meet one of your favorite musicians. I kinda freaked more than I thought I would. I've met my fair share of celebrities, but he....was by far the most amazing! He was so nice, we told jokes and he talked about his brother who does voice overs for A&amp;E. I was completely enthralled with everything he had to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as if that wasn't the most amazing thing ever, I was told by my Bishop yesterday that I have 10 weeks and I'll be given the go ahead to get my endowments taken out. I have to attend the Temple Prep class at church, so it will be a couple weeks until it starts. However, once I'm done with the class I'll get to take out my endowments. I'm totally freaking out! I'm so excited! This is the best news I could ever ask for, I've been trying really hard to magnify my calling, to attend church, and pay my tithing. I've been doing what I can to do what's right, and I feel that the Lord see's that and is offering me blessings in return. Yeah the hard stuff already happened to keep me on the straight and narrow. It can't always be sunshine and roses, so I'm just really happy right now. I feel so priveledged to be a member of the church. I love my Father in Heaven so much, and love my family and friends with all my heart. Just thought I would share that with all of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-1131377269767043491?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1131377269767043491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=1131377269767043491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1131377269767043491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1131377269767043491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-735933704607196984</id><published>2008-09-22T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:48:43.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was really nice, I was so tired Friday night. However, I couldn't sleep. I didn't fall asleep until 3am and I had woken up the morning before at 5am. So, needless to say I has almost been awake a full 24 hours. So, the next morning I didn't really wake up until 2pm...SO Awful! I hate waking up later in the day, I never feel good when I do. Anyways, so I just felt like crap all day Saturday. Oh well, cause the rest of the weekend went rather well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the day of my talk, and I woke up early to prepare. I really wanted to do well, it's been 14 years since I last gave a talk in church. I was SO nervous. Then as they finished with the sacrament, and the 2nd counselor got up to introduce all those that would be speaking and singing. I realized that I was going to be, the first person to give a talk...I had 10 minutes, and the sad thing is...I TIMED my talk so I knew it would be at least that long. It was interesting how the words flowed from me. My talk was on opening our hearts to the spirit, and I really felt that I had. I don't think I could have given that talk with out the lords help, and it was great because I wasn't nervous when I was up there talking. Afterwards, the members of the ward came up to me and told me they thought mine was the best one. I didn't think so, but I'm very judgemental of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything yesterday was a really good day. I hung out with my room mates family again. I couldn't play volleyball, but that's not a big deal. It was nice to watch, cause everyone was having fun. My friend Wendy came with us, and we had so much fun! It was a crazy day, but fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for Saturday....I'm GOING to the GAVIN DEGRAW Concert! I am so stoked...I LOVE HIM. If I new how to add his music to my page I so would, cause he's my favorite musician of all time. LOVE the guy! If you haven't heard his music, you really should..it's good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=GavinDeGraw1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/GavinDeGraw1.jpg" border="0" alt="Gavin Degraw"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-735933704607196984?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/735933704607196984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=735933704607196984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/735933704607196984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/735933704607196984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/nice-weekend.html' title='Nice Weekend'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-945102321045317045</id><published>2008-09-16T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:00:37.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Date</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've had quite a few people ask me how my date went on Saturday. Since this was our 2nd date...I think everyone had high hopes. It's funny, because being around this guy he is PAINFULLY shy. Which is fine, but it makes me feel awkward when I'm around him. When I talk to him on the phone, he's really cool and confident which is great...Well, we went to the State Fair the shows we saw were a lot of fun. However, I just felt so uncomfortable the Entire time because he was so awkward. He's such a nice guy though...grr so frustrating. Anyways, Here is a picture that I took. He didn't know what he was really posing for, he just sat behind the board and didn't realize just how funny it looked. I was trying to be funny, but he didn't think it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=0913081825.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/0913081825.jpg" border="0" alt="Lee"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we walked around, and came up on this really awesome Tiger show. It was amazing! They were so calm and cool, and playful with their trainers. It was awesome, this is one of the tigers I took a picture of with crummy cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=0913082053c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/0913082053c.jpg" border="0" alt="Tiger Show"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so, I think I'm gonna just be friends with this guy. I think it's the right thing to do since in my presence he acts so awkward, and I feel SO uncomfortable. I think even when he asks me out again, which I know he will because he keeps calling me that I'll just tell him that we should really just hang out as friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other news...in our Stake Conference on Sunday M. Russell Ballard gave a talk about opening our hearts. Uhm...yeah that's the topic of my talk this coming Sunday. I figure, there really must be an important purpose for me to give this talk if members of my ward are going to hear it 3 times this year..haha...it's actually okay, I took awesome notes and will use them in my talk. I'd love to have family there, I've asked my Sister DeEtte to go, but she has the kids that weekend so I'm not sure if she can make it. My parents probably won't be able to cause my Dad works, and I doubt my other brothers can make it. My friend Leslie and her husband will be there, and my room mates mother will be there. I'm really looking forward to it, and especially since it's been 14 years since my last talk. I hope I do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical therapy for my knee is going REALLY well, after only 4 weeks I'm able to bend my leg to a 117 degree angle. It's getting there, and I just have a little way to go...I'm so excited! I actually find myself enjoying physical therapy. I used to think they were set out to torture me, but I see now that it's for my own benefit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so that's it from me this week. I'll let you know how the talk went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-945102321045317045?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/945102321045317045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=945102321045317045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/945102321045317045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/945102321045317045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/date.html' title='The Date'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-3975152981410576010</id><published>2008-09-11T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T06:59:17.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>So, This week and last week seem to have gone by in a blur. I made so many decisions that could be considered life altering. I chose not to be a trainer at work anymore. I think the decision was mostly based off of my values, and that I respect myself enough not work in a department that finds it easy to ignore and disrespect others. While they may or may not deny the allegations of Discrimation, it was infact a huge reason why I chose to leave the department. I still work for Overstock, but currently work with our partners. I don't see it as a step down, because as Stormy sees things, we're all equal in the company. "It is what it is" I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found out on Sunday that my actual calling in church is Activities committee, but...here's the kicker. It's the stake activities committee, and we are a part of 9 different stakes. Which all of this is just SO crazy. I have my first meeting tonight...I'm a bit nervous, it just seems like a huge calling for little ol' me to have. It will be good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Tuesday I found out I get to give a talk in church on September 21st. My talk will be on "Opening Our Hearts" which is a talk that Gerald N. Lund gave in General Conference in April. So, I have about a week and half to prepare this talk, and I'm praying the lord will get me through. I knew it would happen, just wasn't prepared for it to happen so soon. Oh well, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a second date with that guy this weekend. I sort of already told him that I'm starting to like him, but that I wasn't sure what to do about it. Do you know what his exact response was? "Well, how about this, what are your plans for This saturday". Yeah we're going to the State Fair, and I'm looking forward to it. I'll be hanging out with him tonight at our Stake Volleyball game. We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it from me...I can't think of any other news...Life is what it is...we have more important things to focus on in our lives to worry about things we cannot change. I'm gonna start adopting that in my life, and hopefully I won't stress out as much. We can all hope, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-3975152981410576010?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3975152981410576010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=3975152981410576010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3975152981410576010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3975152981410576010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-3161513266398782384</id><published>2008-09-02T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:21:43.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly Funny</title><content type='html'>so, Today has been a very interesting day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to use the ladies room this morning here at work. I work on the second floor, and have to go a ways to get to use the facilities. Anyways, I get out there and there was a gentleman cleaning the ladies room. So, I couldn't go in. So I decided to take the huge staircase down to the first floor. Since I'm not fully functioning yet, it took me about 10 minutes to get down there. By the time I got down there, the guy from the 2nd floor had made his way down to the 1st floor and was cleaning the ladies room there. so, rather then take the stairs back up, I just took the Elevator, why couldn't I have done that in the first place! GRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=elevator.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/elevator.jpg" border="0" alt="Elevator"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/?action=view&amp;current=profile-toilet-large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i200/brookeaprilrain/profile-toilet-large.jpg" border="0" alt="Toilet of Life"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the rest of my weekend was awesome. On Saturday I hung out with my sister and my Mom, that was a lot of fun. We went to Michael's, Dee pushed mom in a wheel chair, and I got to push the cart. I got support and so did Mom. Anyone that says you can't take disabled people shopping never went shopping with us. (uhm, Mom you aren't disabled). The craft we were going to do couldn't be done until Monday. However, I had plans for Monday and didn't get to make mine. Luckily I have a very nice brother in law who is comfortable in his manliness and he did my craft for me. So, to my Brother in Law Chad, thanks for helping Bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was fun and relaxing, I went to Orem and hung out with my room mates family. We stayed the night Sunday night, and I got to sleep in the coolest room with the most comfortable bed in the world. Just going there feels like I'm on vacation at a resort...I get to play Pinochle, (3 handed and 4 handed). They always have tons of food, and play tons of games. They even play TONS of Volleyball which is my favorite sport. I'm so jealous of them, because they have this awesome Volleyball set up in the back yard. They have a beautiful Deck, and the weekend was perfect even despite the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I have a date with a guy in my ward. I was supposed to go out with him last Friday, but I was seriously not doing so well. I'm glad I'm doing better, and I'm excited I'm doubling with my room mate so I won't feel so awkward. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's it for me for now. I'll probably have more to add later down the road. Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-3161513266398782384?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3161513266398782384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=3161513266398782384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3161513266398782384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3161513266398782384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/09/randomly-funny.html' title='Randomly Funny'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-1751085667090048560</id><published>2008-08-22T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:14:49.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>I'm in pain, need I say more. I knew the surgery would be pain, but OH BOY! it is bad...I'm trying to be tough. I remember a time when my brother went through Knee surgery so I had an inkling it would hurt, but I underestimated the pain. So, to my brother I LOVE YA more than words can say. I feel your pain.. They put two sugar screws in my knee, and I can feel them every time I move. This is the one and only time I'll probably ever say this...I'll pass on the "Sugar" Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mom and Dad have been way awesome. They've been taking care of me. It's kinda awesome to see Dad go and get me things for a change. Not that he never has, but it's kind of a constant thing. I almost feel bad for him, that is until he made me the best Ham Sandwhich I've ever eaten. I think he told me how he made it, but boy oh boy....I'll take another any day. In fact we should have a family get together just so Dad can make his Awesome Ham Sandwich for Everyone. We should invite Aunts and Uncles from both sides of the family. Just so that they can all see Dad in the kitchen cooking. haha! I can't get over it. It's hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I was supposed to do "Girlfriends Getaway" this weekend. I am on the Staff for it, and couldn't go because I had to have the surgery. I hope she'll do this next year, because I would sincerely love to go. They hold it at YMCA's Camp Roger, just past Park City. I'm confident that I'll eventually get to go. I just feel bad because I have friends going who are only going because I was going to go. Oh well, I know they'll have fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, at church, they've sort of given me 2 callings..not sure they meant to. The first one was to be Public Affairs, and that came from the Bishop. Then the 2nd counselor came up to me on Sunday and asked me to be on the Activities Committee. I can't believe it...I'm happy to do both, but I know that there are single adults who don't have a calling yet. I guess we'll have to see what the bishop has to say when I am able to attend church. Because as soon as I am they are going to give me my calling(s). I love my ward, I have a lot of fun with them, and can't wait to spend more time with them. I just need to get life out of the way first. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so that's it from me. I've been sleeping, and eating and trying to get over the pain. Hopefully next week will be more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-1751085667090048560?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1751085667090048560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=1751085667090048560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1751085667090048560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/1751085667090048560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-7734095923207130417</id><published>2008-08-15T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:52:33.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KfEE_nYehZ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KfEE_nYehZ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis-understood lyrics...I just had to add this, it's HILARIOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-7734095923207130417?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7734095923207130417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=7734095923207130417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7734095923207130417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/7734095923207130417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/mis-understood-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-6862020084678944911</id><published>2008-08-15T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:50:22.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s4N-keKGa0c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s4N-keKGa0c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah Wood's Dancy Dance...boy this is VERY Scary so be prepared. This one is the same but just music added:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzwOsIh7FDE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzwOsIh7FDE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-6862020084678944911?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6862020084678944911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=6862020084678944911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6862020084678944911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6862020084678944911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/elijah-woods-dancy-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-8678920396101471732</id><published>2008-08-15T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:57:56.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahg6qcgoay4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahg6qcgoay4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST AWARENESS TEST I'VE EVER HEARD OF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in honor of the U.S. olympians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfwM1DWGmsc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfwM1DWGmsc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-8678920396101471732?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8678920396101471732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=8678920396101471732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8678920396101471732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8678920396101471732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-3994843870203357364</id><published>2008-08-11T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:20:45.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Better</title><content type='html'>This week has already started to get better. I had a very good conversation with my Brother Bill this morning. He's very insightful on matters of life and living. I just never get to talk to him so I didn't even know that about him. The fact that people think emotionally and not logically never occurred to me. I think with a lot of logic, and I accept that people can and will be critical of me at times. So, I'm very open to criticsm from others. I hear it on a daily basis so...maybe that's why. I just never realized that I'm that much different than other people. While I'm sitting here thinking logically about things, other people are thinking emotionally about things. I'm just really going to be careful about how I approach people. It's so hard to talk to people about anything really. There just seems like there is so much energy involved in talking to people about things. I guess it's no wonder I often just let things go. It's just too much to deal with. Anyways, it was a very cool conversation, and I would love to have more of those conversations with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the weekend it was crazy. It turns out that I was added to the rental insurance. So, I'm in the clear on that, but there is a $500 deductible and all I can think is. OH Crap! Oh well, you can only do what you can do. I'm just thankful I'll be able to get something recovered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Sunday was really cool. My room mate and I were asked if the members of the ward could come over to our house for game night. It was a lot of fun. We played Disney Trivial Pursuit which took FOREVER. We played TV Scene It, and Harry Potter Scene it. After that we watched the movie "Stardust" That was a lot of fun. What was even more fun, was we also went to the park by my house. That was fun because we all got to walk around to talk and get to know each other. I had a lot of fun doing that just because I got to know people from my ward better. I also was given a calling yesterday. My calling is now 'Public Affairs', and it sounds pretty awesome to me. I'm just excited to have a calling now, it's been a while since my last calling so I'm looking forward to serving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend just really was a lot better, I did have a hard time falling asleep most nights, but that's understandable. Last night was a lot better, and I was able to fall asleep a lot easier. Hopefully it continues to get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a phone call from my surgeon, he's really taking an interest in my case. Mostly because in the MRI it shows that the ligament is completely torn. He wants to talk to me on the phone about all of my options to make sure that I do what's right for my knee. I have to say it will be nice to play volleyball again once this is over. I'm sick of my knee just randomly giving out. It hurts so bad when it does...and it's cool that the pain goes away after 10 minutes, but still I'd rather not have the pain at all. You know? Anyways, that's all from me this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-3994843870203357364?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3994843870203357364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=3994843870203357364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3994843870203357364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/3994843870203357364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-better.html' title='Getting Better'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-6138855447306014749</id><published>2008-08-08T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:20:37.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day...</title><content type='html'>So, last week was bad, but this week is way worse. Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor to discuss the options I have with my knee. He confirmed that I tore my ACL, and I have to have surgery. Then on that same day I discovered that to fix my car it was going to cost A LOT more than I expected. Then I get a phone call from my room mate. Someone broke into our house. They stole:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Laptop and accessories&lt;br /&gt;My Digital Camera&lt;br /&gt;The Dr. Pepper I bought that was in my fridge&lt;br /&gt;My room mates DVD Player&lt;br /&gt;Her Digital Camera&lt;br /&gt;Her Tithing&lt;br /&gt;Her Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;two sticks of her deodarant&lt;br /&gt;Her watches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part about that is apparently the insurance company that we requested to have me added some how never added me. So, I may not get compensation for my losses. So, as frustrated as I am about all of that...I have to say...things happen for a reason. Only the lord knows the thoughts and the intents of the thieves hearts. Maybe they were desperate...I don't know. However, I do know that despite all of this I know the Lord will help. I don't even doubt it, and as much as I would like to have my stuff back...I just have to know that things will get taken care of accordingly. I always say "What goes around comes back around". I feel sorry for the people that felt they needed to steal from us. I pray for them even now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funnier things that happened is I had a picture of this sign that said "Closed For Clining, SORRY!" on the the door to my bedroom. What's funny about that is I had closed the door to my bedroom. Well, they didn't go in my room because I had that sign on my door. I'm thankful for that at least...Cause I had some expensive stuff in there that they probably could have stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's my drama, and now that part of my drama has happened. I'm going to take a break from drama for a while. I NEED IT. I'll probably go hang out at my parents house again..there is relatively no drama there. Unless you count the times Gus (the dog) gets into trouble for using the floors as his toilet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-6138855447306014749?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6138855447306014749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=6138855447306014749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6138855447306014749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/6138855447306014749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day...'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179131012257759422.post-8205875612480968752</id><published>2008-08-04T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:47:44.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRR</title><content type='html'>SO, officially last week was the worst week ever. Work really stressed me out cause I just screwed up at work. I screwed up with my family, and I won't even go there. Also, to top it off a close friend told me that basically her family thinks I'm a hypocondriac which sucks, cause who knows if they are right or wrong maybe I am and just don't know it. Either way...I had many a sleepless night this weekend. The few wonderful things to come out of that horrible week were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. I got to spend the weekend with my Mother...which was awesome&lt;br /&gt;  2. I went to my Niece Josie's baptism, she's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;  3. I got the new Stephenie Meyers book, I got it for free, and I received an autographed copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needles to say I'm pretty stoked about that last one, I can hardly believe my luck. Anyways, the book so far is really good. I got it Friday night, and I should have it finished up tonight. I haven't really had that much time to read it or I think I'd have had it fully read by Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week has definitely started out better. Before I took any actions this week I prayed and asked heavenly father to intervene on my behalf before I made another comment or did something else that's stupid. I just pray he continues to help me throughout the rest of this week. We'll have to see, I know he can only help us so much. He can't run our lives for us, we have to run our lives and it's up to us to choose what he has advised us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh funny, and gross thing that happend. I won't be eating cereal in the near future. I was eating a bowl of cereal that I had poured for myself the other morning. Well, I was about to eat a spoonful of it, and there was an earwig in my cereal...OH MY GOODNESS. I washed my mouth out and at that moment, I vowed to examine my cereal before I EVER begin eating it. ugh, it's like this crap always seems to happen to me, like at Marie Calendars I found a used band aid in my salad. Now I don't eat at Marie Calendars, but I do buy her pot pies...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last night I had an old friend over for dinner. My room mate made honey ham, cheesy potatos, and broccoli. Can I just tell you...that was an amazing meal! Even more fun we watched this episode I downloaded online of American Gladiators. By far it is the funniest episode I have ever seen in my life. I wish I could attach it to this message but the file is WAY too big. However, there is a link to this really funny thing this girl did in auditioning for American Gladiators. You'll have to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kEFO_JqRO60&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kEFO_JqRO60&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's been my life so far. I've had so many low lows over last week that I'm just praying for a good week. So much of me says not to put any effort into anything anymore...cause your damned if you do and your damned if you don't. So...ugh I don't know which one would be worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5179131012257759422-8205875612480968752?l=brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8205875612480968752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5179131012257759422&amp;postID=8205875612480968752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8205875612480968752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179131012257759422/posts/default/8205875612480968752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeaprilrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/grrr.html' title='GRRR'/><author><name>brookeaprilrain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06131499788048865010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
