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term='toner'/><category term='baby wrap'/><title type='text'>Brit and Brad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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>330</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-304501312185207976</id><published>2012-01-20T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:01:43.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January'/><title type='text'>Learned</title><content type='html'>This is my first post on an iPad. My school is trying them out and man I'm annoyed at how slow I type. I'm sitting in the icu, not myself in here but a family member, not the happiest place, but I am with brad and I love him to death. Some things I have been reminded of this week. &lt;br /&gt;Let's make a little list:&lt;br /&gt;-I married a person that is beyond comprehension selfless.&lt;br /&gt;-I married a calm, collective person. &lt;br /&gt;-I married a freckled, dedicated person. (I know I always include the freckles part)&lt;br /&gt;-I married a level headed person. &lt;br /&gt;-I married a forgiving person. &lt;br /&gt;-I married someone who I came to know this week in a traumatic experience and he was so positive and loving.&lt;br /&gt;-I married someone who doesn't judge. &lt;br /&gt;-I married an angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has taken me 30 min to type, but in the icu that's like 1 sec.&lt;br /&gt;Brad is a good guy. I knew that before but I don't think he has or any husband has received the recognition they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love brad that's what this post is about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-304501312185207976?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/304501312185207976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=304501312185207976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/304501312185207976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/304501312185207976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2012/01/learned.html' title='Learned'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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-4316077214851000014.post-5832496952948498571</id><published>2012-01-16T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:59:04.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy man with freckles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q0aQg2hbVo/Tt75pbtb_LI/AAAAAAAAPfQ/nr8LVSxlD1E/s1600/P1150719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q0aQg2hbVo/Tt75pbtb_LI/AAAAAAAAPfQ/nr8LVSxlD1E/s320/P1150719.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I brought the tradition of the real tree. This year we took our decorating seriously. (Notice Brad's increasingly huge and growing biceps and triceps and adorable freckles that I hope every one of my children get a sprinkle of, actually why don't you just make this picture bigger than you can really see his sexiness)&lt;br /&gt;Brad brings real candy canes, and I bring the wood candy canes that my mom gave me right off her tree when I mentioned I liked them, she does that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh mom I love that serving bowl."&lt;br /&gt;-She dumps out the salad, hands it to you and says, "Its yours."&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, I didn't want it, I just said I liked it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I loved the candy cane gift. They are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6W3_LmOK3Uk/Tt75wrcHQZI/AAAAAAAAPfY/Klp9bMgMh5c/s1600/P1150720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6W3_LmOK3Uk/Tt75wrcHQZI/AAAAAAAAPfY/Klp9bMgMh5c/s320/P1150720.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1CH8T5QkA0/Tt75ziDK41I/AAAAAAAAPfg/7bxJRfiXWB4/s1600/P1150721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1CH8T5QkA0/Tt75ziDK41I/AAAAAAAAPfg/7bxJRfiXWB4/s320/P1150721.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brad and I watched the old man we bought the tree from tie the tree to the back of our car with bunny ears and twine. I thought to myself, "That is going to fall right off."&lt;br /&gt;And it did, driving down the road, we lost our tree, but we got it right back and put it in our back seat with the windows open sportin our flocked tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AK1kwczn6kc/Tt76CmaJHxI/AAAAAAAAPfw/wlHP3zuoEbA/s1600/P1150723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AK1kwczn6kc/Tt76CmaJHxI/AAAAAAAAPfw/wlHP3zuoEbA/s320/P1150723.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some day we will have this wonderful living arrangement where we dont have to squeeze the tree between the tv and the table, but for now this will suite us just perfectly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UId7SkrwX90/Tt76GCJfLYI/AAAAAAAAPf4/asXGqg9kibc/s1600/P1150724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UId7SkrwX90/Tt76GCJfLYI/AAAAAAAAPf4/asXGqg9kibc/s320/P1150724.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As long as the lights shine and the tree smells it makes our basement apartment feel a little more like home and Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKQyYw76u9Y/Tt76S4uBKnI/AAAAAAAAPgI/kuc92Fr2g4Q/s1600/P1150726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKQyYw76u9Y/Tt76S4uBKnI/AAAAAAAAPgI/kuc92Fr2g4Q/s320/P1150726.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brad and I always say, "It doesn't matter where we are, we are just so glad we can be together, and we don't notice any other misfit things in our lives." Well actually I just say that, and Brad goes along with it. I'm the deep poetic one in our relationship, he is the calm and reasonable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5NZb2wooEFU/Tt76ZNK7S7I/AAAAAAAAPgY/p24xCQEzOaw/s1600/P1150728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5NZb2wooEFU/Tt76ZNK7S7I/AAAAAAAAPgY/p24xCQEzOaw/s320/P1150728.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope your Christmas was as merry as ours, and I hope you are happy with whatever your life brings you, whether you live in a basement apartment, a mansion overlooking the river, or a beach house in San Diego, I hope you are happy with what you have, and realize what you have. Someday when I don't have to work anymore, and my husband does all the providing, I bet I will look back and wish I cherished those days more. My New Year's Resolution is to enjoy the moment more. Sit down and do a puzzle with those five year old's instead of stressing about the next thing. Sit down and forget about the dishes and enjoy the people who unexpectedly came for a visit. Sit down and enjoy my basement apartment, sister living with us, husband going to school and working, enjoy life and don't worry about spending too much money at Costco, or eating that piece of 350 calorie truffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and just enjoy, that's my resolution. &lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure Brad's is to serve more.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is a good one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b3QdYECvav4/Tt766b2H1cI/AAAAAAAAPhc/by1hu8-l2xk/s1600/P1150738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b3QdYECvav4/Tt766b2H1cI/AAAAAAAAPhc/by1hu8-l2xk/s320/P1150738.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is my mom's famous candy canes my mom gave to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xZ-nee9JAo/Tt76_C3FwzI/AAAAAAAAPhk/M3koggCxBk0/s1600/P1150739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xZ-nee9JAo/Tt76_C3FwzI/AAAAAAAAPhk/M3koggCxBk0/s320/P1150739.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brad got a bit carried away with the poses. So I just run with it, and let him do his thing. He loves any type of rapper pose, I think it is his new thing, crouch down, thrust his crotch forward (yikes) and sit and make this hard core face. (Which is not possible with is dorable frecks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7lbu4F67oM/Tt77EEIL-pI/AAAAAAAAPhs/cVzXiGWLCdo/s1600/P1150740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7lbu4F67oM/Tt77EEIL-pI/AAAAAAAAPhs/cVzXiGWLCdo/s320/P1150740.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is similar to some pose I have seen before...what is it???? Gosh what is it?? Oh ya, when I tell him to vacuum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGHYaZtpmjI/Tt77K6tINjI/AAAAAAAAPh0/-u5KNMypp_8/s1600/P1150741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGHYaZtpmjI/Tt77K6tINjI/AAAAAAAAPh0/-u5KNMypp_8/s320/P1150741.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then this is when I say, Oh honey I bought a few new things for myself totalling like 200 dollars, thats okay right??&lt;br /&gt;Then he acts like its okay but is really getting ready to deck me, then I can't remember much until the next morning when I am trying to cover up my bruise with make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-5832496952948498571?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5832496952948498571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=5832496952948498571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5832496952948498571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5832496952948498571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-5Q0aQg2hbVo/Tt75pbtb_LI/AAAAAAAAPfQ/nr8LVSxlD1E/s72-c/P1150719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-6093697847246461084</id><published>2012-01-02T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:14:46.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costumes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January'/><title type='text'>Everytime</title><content type='html'>This break has gone by too fast. Everytime I went to write on my blog I felt like I needed to do something else, plus I have this weird strange thing where I can't write if someone is watching me (BRAD). So this is the time I feel I have come to open up to the blog readers...while Brad is playing basketball and I got back from Yoga before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga is so relaxing, stretching, breathing and centering your chi, and then the new unexperienced guy rips a big fart. How can you not laugh? It is dead silent!! I tried so hard not to laugh so so so so so so so hard. He was right in front of me, we were going into child's pose, and boom a huge loud fart. Anyone who has any sense of humor will chuckle?? Or be grossed out. But its yoga! Its silent, no sounds allowed! (I just typed aloud instead of allowed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga fart. It loosened him right up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Brad and I ventured over to my classroom to tidy things up and get ready for tomorrow. He kept moaning and groaning as I made him change the calendar, take down all the work in the room, sharpen pencils, and staple my newsletters to reading calendars. "When will we be done, this is so boring Brit, how do you do this job blah blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we wen to sensuous sandwich. I always order an 8" and then Brad says, NO she wants a 10.&lt;br /&gt;EVERY TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to pick up some cute adorable things at Old Navy.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the idea to go to a 3:00 show. Oh man I can't wait until I am unemployed and just can hit up the matinee anytime. I would totally go by myself. Totally. Plus a guy gave us a free ticket to our movie.&lt;br /&gt;Dollar movie just got cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home and played catch phrase with each other. Its funny that we do that, but we have done it forever and we end up laughing so hard in the end. Usually I end up punching Brad and him tickling me till I am screaming for all to hear...I always win. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played Rummy, and Brad won. Now tomorrow I have to go back to school and Brad will go to work and his school starts on Thursday. He is only taking 5 credits, its all he has left, his last semester, last hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is how I ended up behind loose butt in Yoga.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that I still haven't showed my sexual halloween costumes yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kPyDwy8Ews/TwKNcwTypRI/AAAAAAAAPi0/-jR1hhFNvGU/s1600/P1150544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kPyDwy8Ews/TwKNcwTypRI/AAAAAAAAPi0/-jR1hhFNvGU/s320/P1150544.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad was a plug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xUTp4mRkB-g/TwKNhkw1lLI/AAAAAAAAPjA/gQ0wWYdxQmY/s1600/P1150545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xUTp4mRkB-g/TwKNhkw1lLI/AAAAAAAAPjA/gQ0wWYdxQmY/s320/P1150545.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I was an outlet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am just ready to talk about why I dyed my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I had lice, and dying it is the fastest way to rid of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I over reacted and it wasn't lice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKN4WquLqb8/TwKNmGl0YzI/AAAAAAAAPjI/Digbh4IE4gI/s1600/P1150576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKN4WquLqb8/TwKNmGl0YzI/AAAAAAAAPjI/Digbh4IE4gI/s320/P1150576.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my cute AM class. Mind you I wore this Rangers costume after they lost the World Series.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad still loves them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6bm4jISy0Q/TwKNqc4SZ6I/AAAAAAAAPjQ/3XxC6dunoaE/s1600/P1150678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6bm4jISy0Q/TwKNqc4SZ6I/AAAAAAAAPjQ/3XxC6dunoaE/s320/P1150678.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PM class. Aren't they just adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pIY_HrWJDDU/TwKNYVBGtgI/AAAAAAAAPis/FJBl-8WyZbU/s1600/P1150524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pIY_HrWJDDU/TwKNYVBGtgI/AAAAAAAAPis/FJBl-8WyZbU/s320/P1150524.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Plugged together forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That sounds like toilet talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe in Feb I will talk about Christmas. I just hate talking about it right away because it reminds me that it is over. I don't like it when Christmas is over. But I do have Valentine's Day to look forward to now. Its the day that was made so you can make up for yourself if you sucked at giving gifts at Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad and I have been married 2 1/2 years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now I need to go make our lunches for tomorrow. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-6093697847246461084?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6093697847246461084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=6093697847246461084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/6093697847246461084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/6093697847246461084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2012/01/everytime.html' title='Everytime'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-5kPyDwy8Ews/TwKNcwTypRI/AAAAAAAAPi0/-jR1hhFNvGU/s72-c/P1150544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-1866534967321699310</id><published>2011-12-06T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:25:17.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dallas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Such A Happy Time</title><content type='html'>Some days I think..."Hey maybe I'll write on my blog." Then I become completely immersed in curling up on my couch in my jammies, and bask in the silence and serenity of my quiet home. I sip on my cold water from a cup, and read my book (The Inheritance) and maybe go to the gym or maybe this is after I get home from the gym. My brain starts to turn back on around 10 pm, right when I need to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in chaos all day. I don't think the average person understands the chaos of kindergarten. Today I was pulled from every direction. My afternoon class is just lagging behind in writing skills, there is just 10 of them who aren't confident enough to write words on their own. They can do it, they just need me there. I don't remember it being this painful. I don't remember writing 4 words taking one hour for half my class. Mrs. Clark, I need my shoe tied, Mrs. Clark I lost my crayon, Mrs. Clark I don't know how to spell cookie dough. Mrs. Clark Mrs. Clark Mrs. Clark Mrs. Clark!!! AHHHH just stop all of you stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear their little voices in my head. Its a typical horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;But I love them. I need them, and after a long break I am ready to get back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except it was hard to go back after Thanksgiving, since we spent 40 hours in the car total. It was crazy and I felt like it wasn't a relaxing break. It was way fun regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LfUQ1tbj6Zo/Tt7xquwU4nI/AAAAAAAAPcA/Qz2LIci1-EY/s1600/P1150689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LfUQ1tbj6Zo/Tt7xquwU4nI/AAAAAAAAPcA/Qz2LIci1-EY/s320/P1150689.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our mini-van was sweet. Tvs, XM Radio (is that what it is called?? I don't know my brain has really become a jelly bowl lately). Brad drove way too much. I slept better when Brad wasn't driving and he was next to me. I woke up at one point and there were probably 20 or 30 elk in the middle of the road. Also, during that time Brad and Alex were drinking their 2nd energy drink and they drove for 15 hours straight. How is that healthy? They were cheersing their energy drink after I was SO mad at Brad for drinking another one. Brad is still having back pain from this drive. It was brave of him. And very kind to drive the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaEL7LDBIZU/Tt7x9uzVTHI/AAAAAAAAPcI/8KAJogjZcok/s1600/P1150682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RaEL7LDBIZU/Tt7x9uzVTHI/AAAAAAAAPcI/8KAJogjZcok/s320/P1150682.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brad yelled, "Im in my garments Brit!" Right when I took this...I didn't care. He wouldn't wake up. This was my threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUI5hkckbWQ/Tt7yDl5EXMI/AAAAAAAAPcQ/id1Csabws6k/s1600/P1150683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUI5hkckbWQ/Tt7yDl5EXMI/AAAAAAAAPcQ/id1Csabws6k/s320/P1150683.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed with a good friend of Brad's when he was growing up in Dallas, they were in PCity for Tday so we just traded! Chels, Linds and I made Thanksgiving dinner. It was quite an experience, I kept saying, "My mom will be proud." Then when I messed up, "What would my Grandma think of me right now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QReEWZRKfpI/Tt7yJrqm9_I/AAAAAAAAPcY/u3Vg4QCq_8c/s1600/P1150686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QReEWZRKfpI/Tt7yJrqm9_I/AAAAAAAAPcY/u3Vg4QCq_8c/s320/P1150686.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Linds invited some friends of hers from Southwestern. They were friendly and afterwards we found out that one had never been to a Thanksgiving dinner before, due to being from NZealand. We kept apologizing that it was a pretty bad excuse of a Tday. He seemed very happy and impressed regardless that our turkey was the size of a small foam football. Kinda looked like foam too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEDjotvYSRc/Tt7yRddWWEI/AAAAAAAAPcg/ixHgRFaCEgg/s1600/P1150692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEDjotvYSRc/Tt7yRddWWEI/AAAAAAAAPcg/ixHgRFaCEgg/s320/P1150692.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner we went to the Cowboys game. Brad insisted upon wearing sweats. It was quite wierd. He said, "I can wear these when its cold and when it gets hot all of you will be like, oh its so hot (then he pulled up his sweat pant legs) and I will pull these up and be cooled down."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what goes on in his brain. Sometimes he is so smart and witty. And other times he is.....like a five year old. Its a strange and lovable quality he has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nfsq_k5hE7c/Tt7yUoOJtRI/AAAAAAAAPco/40rW52sOrew/s1600/P1150693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nfsq_k5hE7c/Tt7yUoOJtRI/AAAAAAAAPco/40rW52sOrew/s320/P1150693.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh whats that in the distance??? A space ship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No, the Cowboys stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnAVpGps-yA/Tt7yX_6R5GI/AAAAAAAAPcw/fCpMd2wN2to/s1600/P1150694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OnAVpGps-yA/Tt7yX_6R5GI/AAAAAAAAPcw/fCpMd2wN2to/s320/P1150694.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXWI5-jU_No/Tt7yc3DXT4I/AAAAAAAAPc4/AtGLUBU6F9s/s1600/P1150695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXWI5-jU_No/Tt7yc3DXT4I/AAAAAAAAPc4/AtGLUBU6F9s/s320/P1150695.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad bought a Cowboys shirt for the occasion. He owns a Cowboys snuggie, but we forgot it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot to tell you I dyed my hair. Well now you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5LO6F-xHh4/Tt7yfSqvvmI/AAAAAAAAPdA/MQPvO49yw3E/s1600/P1150696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5LO6F-xHh4/Tt7yfSqvvmI/AAAAAAAAPdA/MQPvO49yw3E/s320/P1150696.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHEThJC1wHY/Tt7yma2a1wI/AAAAAAAAPdI/KRf_uyRsr4s/s1600/P1150698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHEThJC1wHY/Tt7yma2a1wI/AAAAAAAAPdI/KRf_uyRsr4s/s320/P1150698.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kRtL84VeR4/Tt7yqVVQUnI/AAAAAAAAPdQ/S514iIjueTs/s1600/P1150699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kRtL84VeR4/Tt7yqVVQUnI/AAAAAAAAPdQ/S514iIjueTs/s320/P1150699.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We saw A LOT of drunk people. I didn't know there could be so many drunk people in one place. It has to be against the law or something. I understand one or two drinks, but how can you trust yourself when you get COMPLETELY drunk in a public place with so many other drunk people. Its just a phenomenon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VYlhqiclAWY/Tt7ywRs5ZiI/AAAAAAAAPdc/gHBtydbRCbc/s1600/P1150700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VYlhqiclAWY/Tt7ywRs5ZiI/AAAAAAAAPdc/gHBtydbRCbc/s320/P1150700.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were in the nose bleeds. We saw one guy punch another guy a few times in the face. Believe it or not they were DRUNK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-biPRBWvWk/Tt7y1u9XXZI/AAAAAAAAPdk/1ug_TuBDOoI/s1600/P1150701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-biPRBWvWk/Tt7y1u9XXZI/AAAAAAAAPdk/1ug_TuBDOoI/s320/P1150701.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing against drunk people. Just didn't know it was so COOL to be drunk at a football game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First NFL game. I will be more prepared next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTk9AsyuZWk/Tt7y7i4Ri4I/AAAAAAAAPds/NH_NT00im7A/s1600/P1150702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PTk9AsyuZWk/Tt7y7i4Ri4I/AAAAAAAAPds/NH_NT00im7A/s320/P1150702.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They passed out free signs. Chelsea fell for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XtjOUrvEORI/Tt7y_-gfXgI/AAAAAAAAPd0/7Zu-fb9kqzk/s1600/P1150704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XtjOUrvEORI/Tt7y_-gfXgI/AAAAAAAAPd0/7Zu-fb9kqzk/s320/P1150704.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vYS5z2CB0D8/Tt7zD6HLTLI/AAAAAAAAPd8/GC4NYNEPLus/s1600/P1150706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vYS5z2CB0D8/Tt7zD6HLTLI/AAAAAAAAPd8/GC4NYNEPLus/s320/P1150706.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The stadium was unreal, and quite suspicious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9M0ryIQpkXI/Tt7zIHrNXyI/AAAAAAAAPeE/FEvf4zQ-qTU/s1600/P1150707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9M0ryIQpkXI/Tt7zIHrNXyI/AAAAAAAAPeE/FEvf4zQ-qTU/s320/P1150707.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Brad's mom and her new husband Gordan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fx8Ah5QrhJU/Tt7zMXSEuWI/AAAAAAAAPeM/rvdaNYu0lWQ/s1600/P1150708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fx8Ah5QrhJU/Tt7zMXSEuWI/AAAAAAAAPeM/rvdaNYu0lWQ/s320/P1150708.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Chelsea (Brad's baby sister) and her husband Alex. Alex goes to BYU and is super smart with computers, studies computer stuff. Chelsea is a nurse and works a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWia3Fk_8I8/Tt7zRkB3ZaI/AAAAAAAAPeU/6TSenKU_JE8/s1600/P1150709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWia3Fk_8I8/Tt7zRkB3ZaI/AAAAAAAAPeU/6TSenKU_JE8/s320/P1150709.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Linds, she now lives in Dallas, moved from Boston, and is getting her PHD in Molecular Bio-Physics. I don't know if there is a hyphen there, but oh well. Half the time I can barely get it all out. Its for smart smart people. If you can get it all out, you are in. I am not in.&lt;br /&gt;Brad, obviously is my husband, you know him. Mike is the only one missing here in this sibling picture. Mike is in his residency in Georgia with is wife Janeen. They were greatly missed on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;I guess they are busy or something ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-mzPLSchpQ/Tt7zU63ADMI/AAAAAAAAPec/ARFNEeTjT60/s1600/P1150710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-mzPLSchpQ/Tt7zU63ADMI/AAAAAAAAPec/ARFNEeTjT60/s320/P1150710.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had some real problems finding this place. We drove all over looking for it. Rachelle INSISTED she knew where it was. It wasn't there. We found it somewhere else. Cici's is a pizza buffet all you can eat 5 bucks. Brad and Chels grew up eating here, as well as Dairy Queen. (inside joke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgt0LeJm4cA/Tt7zX03dtBI/AAAAAAAAPek/gXGtBECUyi8/s1600/P1150711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgt0LeJm4cA/Tt7zX03dtBI/AAAAAAAAPek/gXGtBECUyi8/s320/P1150711.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They were OVERJOYED to be back after so MANY years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAXXaLpViz0/Tt7zbBjM-XI/AAAAAAAAPes/fbKSgheXIZ8/s1600/P1150714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAXXaLpViz0/Tt7zbBjM-XI/AAAAAAAAPes/fbKSgheXIZ8/s320/P1150714.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I felt no connection to cicis, but I was glad to be eating some food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fob7c9g_JsE/Tt7ze3fZgII/AAAAAAAAPe0/NUURnHKOvUM/s1600/P1150715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fob7c9g_JsE/Tt7ze3fZgII/AAAAAAAAPe0/NUURnHKOvUM/s320/P1150715.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chels looks like the zombie on I am Legend when he loses his partner. No offense Chels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad ordered an entire pizza specific to what he wanted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am glad we do not have one of these in Provo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8aG5tiZeA0/Tt7zh6h_DHI/AAAAAAAAPe8/99jijj_1BAE/s1600/P1150717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8aG5tiZeA0/Tt7zh6h_DHI/AAAAAAAAPe8/99jijj_1BAE/s320/P1150717.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the "OH my, I'm going to eat more pizza than my body weight." Face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68k4Dfxc-8w/Tt7zm5hEDOI/AAAAAAAAPfE/lKHyd14yJ3M/s1600/P1150718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68k4Dfxc-8w/Tt7zm5hEDOI/AAAAAAAAPfE/lKHyd14yJ3M/s320/P1150718.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;True loves of Brad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brittany&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Electric Guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All you can eat buffets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sandwiches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Salads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guitar Center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That sums up our trip. I'm going to go back to my couch curling up reading my book with cold water in a cup. Maybe you will hear from me another day soon. But if you don't, you know what I am doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PS we set up our tree, and it is so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-1866534967321699310?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1866534967321699310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=1866534967321699310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1866534967321699310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1866534967321699310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/12/such-happy-time.html' title='Such A Happy Time'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-LfUQ1tbj6Zo/Tt7xquwU4nI/AAAAAAAAPcA/Qz2LIci1-EY/s72-c/P1150689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-6155620579428725110</id><published>2011-11-20T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:06:36.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='november'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accepted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduate school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Accepted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRM4Kq9tIm8/Tsm-Ge2c4aI/AAAAAAAAPbI/qtuuBXrDlB8/s1600/BBC-8803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DRM4Kq9tIm8/Tsm-Ge2c4aI/AAAAAAAAPbI/qtuuBXrDlB8/s320/BBC-8803.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DK88qAkTjf4/Tsm_aWCp_SI/AAAAAAAAPbs/Jt4GjGQ4QBQ/s1600/brad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DK88qAkTjf4/Tsm_aWCp_SI/AAAAAAAAPbs/Jt4GjGQ4QBQ/s320/brad.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brad's surprised face at seeing everyone, rarely can I surprise him. He knew his and my family could come, but all his friends and most of my family was a huge shocker. The whole way there he was like, I'm glad nobody can come, I don't like all the attention on me. Such a surprise that everyone could come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UH9tlM67brk/Tsm-Xqr4nVI/AAAAAAAAPbQ/Ihc9tc5DF9U/s1600/BBC-8799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UH9tlM67brk/Tsm-Xqr4nVI/AAAAAAAAPbQ/Ihc9tc5DF9U/s320/BBC-8799.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HszMpiN8lS0/Tsm-ksafyhI/AAAAAAAAPbY/At1E-JIEGp0/s1600/BBC-8811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HszMpiN8lS0/Tsm-ksafyhI/AAAAAAAAPbY/At1E-JIEGp0/s320/BBC-8811.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnCRPygcZwA/Tsm-9-G77bI/AAAAAAAAPbk/hHcCAyNT9iY/s1600/BBC-8820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnCRPygcZwA/Tsm-9-G77bI/AAAAAAAAPbk/hHcCAyNT9iY/s320/BBC-8820.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I threw Brad an awesome party at the chocolate for his well done work. He was very surprised, and also surprised at my lying skills. I was planning this party in my mind for awhile now. I called The Chocolate in Orem right away and tried to reserve the room. They of course said you couldn't rent it on weekends!! DANG IT!!! I offered to pay them triple per hour...nope.&lt;br /&gt;Personally. It was a stupid move on their part as far as finances go, I had my family go early and order all the food, then go sit in this room, as more and more people showed up, we had the room for an hour plus. So it worked out, and I saved some bucks by not renting it at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Brad has been accepted to medical school I thought my life would all pan out. I would know exactly what my next step would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hasn't. Not at all. Of course the relief exists of, wow we won't be here next year. Brad will be year one in medical school. But I just thought I would know what I would be doing. Everyone asks me what I am going to do, and I have no answer so I just say, "Well ya know that is the million dollar question, if you know, tell me please!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could...&lt;br /&gt;create my own preschool in my home&lt;br /&gt;attend graduate school Masters in Human Development&lt;br /&gt;teach&lt;br /&gt;have a cute little baby&lt;br /&gt;substitute teach and have a preschool&lt;br /&gt;preschool and grad school&lt;br /&gt;baby and grad school&lt;br /&gt;teach and baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combos are limitless.&lt;br /&gt;I have always known this was coming, and I was excited for it, but to leave Westridge, and my job and career has become more real, I'm starting to savor it more, laugh with my students a little bit more, not care if they are in their seats and no talking like little robots more...I'm relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm savoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are going to medical school next year, and although deep down I knew he would get accepted, I just wasn't sure for sure, now that I know, what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told some family members I was thinking about graduate school.&lt;br /&gt;They said, "What about a family?"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "It's only 2 years, and what about getting as much education as I can?"&lt;br /&gt;They said, "Its your duty to have a family, most important duty."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Its my duty to excel and be fulfilled as an individual as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stopped talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;What do I do? Its only November, and I'm starting to fill out the graduate applications, but its like I want Brad to tell me what he wants me to do, but of course he just wants me to do what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;So typical Brad.&lt;br /&gt;My parents give me no pressure either way, especially now since my mom begged for me to have a baby before we left, now that she sees even if I get pregnant now, that's not going to be a possibility seeing how we will leave in July.&lt;br /&gt;Am I capable of going to graduate school?&lt;br /&gt;Am I really supposed to do this?&lt;br /&gt;My answer is unclear. Is the boss just letting me decide? (God)&lt;br /&gt;If so, he needs to change his mind and help me decide.&lt;br /&gt;Or somebody needs to give me a really big sign.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a baby last night at a reception, held her, I decided that's what I wanted, then Brad said, "Are you sure, that's a lot of work. Remember your goldfish? It's not like you can forget to feed it and leave it for Christmas break and its still alive.&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish: Baby&lt;br /&gt;Yep those are the same, good analogy Brad.&lt;br /&gt;Typical Brad.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I mostly am relieved and happy Brad was accepted to medical school, we aren't sure we will go there, because he absolutely loved Ohio State, but we do know that we are going, and Texas Tech was a very top choice of his.&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of him. So proud. He took a test not caring and got a 75 the day he found out he was accepted. 75!!! That was what I got when I did care and studied and studied.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's a typical Brad.&lt;br /&gt;My mom always says, "Brittany things always work out for you."&lt;br /&gt;I am praying and praying that this will be the case when it comes to my life after Provo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-6155620579428725110?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6155620579428725110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=6155620579428725110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/6155620579428725110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/6155620579428725110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/11/accepted.html' title='Accepted.'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-DRM4Kq9tIm8/Tsm-Ge2c4aI/AAAAAAAAPbI/qtuuBXrDlB8/s72-c/BBC-8803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-7940784220891542061</id><published>2011-11-18T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:53:58.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a day.</title><content type='html'>Today Brad and I received the greatest Thanksgiving gift ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Tech Medical School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems too good to be true, that half of our anxiety is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't accepted that he has been accepted yet.&lt;br /&gt;Pun on words, but you got that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-7940784220891542061?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7940784220891542061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=7940784220891542061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7940784220891542061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7940784220891542061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-was-day.html' title='Today was a day.'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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-4316077214851000014.post-3763786884892612989</id><published>2011-11-07T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:50:05.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crown burger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salt lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Salt Fall Lake Break</title><content type='html'>My Fall Break last year was lame. I sat around and cleaned the house. Bore and Snore me to death.&lt;br /&gt;So this year I was at school and before school on Tuesday I decided I would do Priceline for a 4 star hotel for 50 bones in Salt Lake City for Wednesday Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it!! Little America.&lt;br /&gt;Brad took a day off and I decided it would be a perfect Thursday in SLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off by visiting Bruges Waffles and Frites, Brad got the machine gun...something about it made me queasy. Maybe the lamb. That really bothered me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSJhrm5h2hg/TriNxtaYv6I/AAAAAAAAPY8/iwjR63ziVfM/s1600/2011-10-20+11.36.17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSJhrm5h2hg/TriNxtaYv6I/AAAAAAAAPY8/iwjR63ziVfM/s320/2011-10-20+11.36.17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I kept thinking about my Grandma's house how she had baby goats, I know that's different from lamb, but still, I got myself grossed out. Brad loved it, and the fries on top were delish.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I got the waffle with creme and strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUI2LUCKTzg/TriN6mv8qnI/AAAAAAAAPZE/rdpTD1MHMDI/s1600/2011-10-20+11.36.51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUI2LUCKTzg/TriN6mv8qnI/AAAAAAAAPZE/rdpTD1MHMDI/s320/2011-10-20+11.36.51.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have a fun time there. I like watching the birds eat the fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6mlAbdCrf9w/TriOCkb-wVI/AAAAAAAAPZM/RJ_JnVBc4as/s1600/2011-10-20+13.27.52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6mlAbdCrf9w/TriOCkb-wVI/AAAAAAAAPZM/RJ_JnVBc4as/s320/2011-10-20+13.27.52.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I then walked on the moon. It was memorable, but I wish I would have brought better shoes, because the rocks really hurt my feet. (Clark Planetarium) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMZM547XIyc/TriPtpdO8-I/AAAAAAAAPZU/xyxkgEc7c4s/s1600/2011-10-20+13.28.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMZM547XIyc/TriPtpdO8-I/AAAAAAAAPZU/xyxkgEc7c4s/s320/2011-10-20+13.28.12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad was a tad bit cold on the moon, but he did support Texas Rangers even in space. True dedication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we skipped over to Mars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwFsxcYTVd4/TriP2WKxHeI/AAAAAAAAPZc/3SzZeCgmNz4/s1600/2011-10-20+13.28.34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwFsxcYTVd4/TriP2WKxHeI/AAAAAAAAPZc/3SzZeCgmNz4/s320/2011-10-20+13.28.34.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was bloomin hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty sure between this picture and the moon picture, Brad wins: Most awkward poses awards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AWi_H5VZbfk/TriP_HvOpgI/AAAAAAAAPZk/Li3Lni5Y8t0/s1600/2011-10-20+13.28.56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AWi_H5VZbfk/TriP_HvOpgI/AAAAAAAAPZk/Li3Lni5Y8t0/s320/2011-10-20+13.28.56.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best part....was the landscape. I was wondering what landscape Martians would have if they visited a Planetarium, and stood for Earth pictures. . . Would they have mountains, ocean, desert, or tropical rain-forest. Surely it would be Idaho with sagebrush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5sCU8GiPOT8/TriQHT9gmnI/AAAAAAAAPZw/bAb_MqbZ9zY/s1600/2011-10-20+13.35.42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5sCU8GiPOT8/TriQHT9gmnI/AAAAAAAAPZw/bAb_MqbZ9zY/s320/2011-10-20+13.35.42.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know the random person you ask to take a picture and you explain perfectly how to do it, and make sure this happens and don't do this, and go ahead. Then she takes it and its blurry and your nose is where your eye should be??? Well that is what happened, and she walked away before I could get another one. But what can you expect, she lived on the moon...She doesn't even know what a camera is. Let alone that there is another color besides gray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYIIV7I8EJc/TriUsTk_rSI/AAAAAAAAPZ8/rsrOWCdc_3I/s1600/2011-10-20+14.30.58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYIIV7I8EJc/TriUsTk_rSI/AAAAAAAAPZ8/rsrOWCdc_3I/s320/2011-10-20+14.30.58.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had never been to the Hogle Zoo, and we felt it was time. We needed this day to be jam packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought the little Elephants were so cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all, I do have 2 elephant necklaces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0peMe5SJxM/TriU0qUVf4I/AAAAAAAAPaE/Y-HkcY0JCRk/s1600/2011-10-20+14.31.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0peMe5SJxM/TriU0qUVf4I/AAAAAAAAPaE/Y-HkcY0JCRk/s320/2011-10-20+14.31.25.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The entire day I kept saying, "This day is so fun."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vxKR8rbuEww/TriU8rbYlnI/AAAAAAAAPaM/y66F2G_lMMg/s1600/2011-10-20+14.52.39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vxKR8rbuEww/TriU8rbYlnI/AAAAAAAAPaM/y66F2G_lMMg/s320/2011-10-20+14.52.39.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a 'fierce' kitty. It was the size of a little kitty, and just looked so sweet to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0FJVecq5FSo/TriVE6MuksI/AAAAAAAAPaU/7hMyVrPwGcY/s1600/2011-10-20+15.18.38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0FJVecq5FSo/TriVE6MuksI/AAAAAAAAPaU/7hMyVrPwGcY/s320/2011-10-20+15.18.38.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As always, my favorite are the giraffes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0peMe5SJxM/TriU0qUVf4I/AAAAAAAAPaE/Y-HkcY0JCRk/s1600/2011-10-20+14.31.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVjOuHi_IM0/TriVNvM28pI/AAAAAAAAPac/Slo5Uc_UUxM/s1600/2011-10-20+15.31.03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVjOuHi_IM0/TriVNvM28pI/AAAAAAAAPac/Slo5Uc_UUxM/s320/2011-10-20+15.31.03.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think we tried to get the tiger in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well we got a zoo tree, that's pretty awesome too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0FJVecq5FSo/TriVE6MuksI/AAAAAAAAPaU/7hMyVrPwGcY/s1600/2011-10-20+15.18.38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ-_w_u8Ygg/TriVWEJfd5I/AAAAAAAAPak/xI5PQMTErKE/s1600/2011-10-20+17.22.56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJ-_w_u8Ygg/TriVWEJfd5I/AAAAAAAAPak/xI5PQMTErKE/s320/2011-10-20+17.22.56.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Booradley has this think with Man vs. Food places. He goes to all of them whenever and wherever he can. Crown Burger is delish and artery clogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3eLLPvdG3Y/TriVeYTqi7I/AAAAAAAAPaw/SETOkPsheT8/s1600/2011-10-20+17.23.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3eLLPvdG3Y/TriVeYTqi7I/AAAAAAAAPaw/SETOkPsheT8/s320/2011-10-20+17.23.10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But so worth every clogging bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our trip was a success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I apologize for the long delay of posting, I had some delays.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;emotional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;physical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cognitive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;delays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, this trip was just a blast off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned for Halloween costumes that will rock your socks off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-3763786884892612989?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3763786884892612989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=3763786884892612989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3763786884892612989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3763786884892612989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/11/salt-fall-lake-break.html' title='Salt Fall Lake Break'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-OSJhrm5h2hg/TriNxtaYv6I/AAAAAAAAPY8/iwjR63ziVfM/s72-c/2011-10-20+11.36.17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-4201979428634041053</id><published>2011-10-17T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:26:12.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Downer</title><content type='html'>Some days are downer days.&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days. I am still trying to figure out what it is?&lt;br /&gt;Weather....&lt;br /&gt;Brad coughing all night....&lt;br /&gt;Bad scary dreams.....&lt;br /&gt;Not doing anything for fall break because Brad has work and school....&lt;br /&gt;Finding out we have to pay tuition......&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what combo of these things make it downer.&lt;br /&gt;I refused to go to the gym. I know that is what I usually do, instead I chose to paint.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gotten out my paints in years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nExuDE2ORRU/TpzwneOOpFI/AAAAAAAAPWc/-K_R_3AgJT8/s1600/2011-10-17+21.15.27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nExuDE2ORRU/TpzwneOOpFI/AAAAAAAAPWc/-K_R_3AgJT8/s320/2011-10-17+21.15.27.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not sure what it is with me, even when I was painting I'm just like "WHY AM I DOING THIS!!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;I suck at this.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I even trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with my body/mind....??&lt;br /&gt;Do I need a vacation....&lt;br /&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I am presenting at a training tomorrow, because I came up with this creative tech way to teach...I'll tell you about it later..and I'll you teachers will use it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, I will be publishing a paper about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is my problem, I need to look at the good in life.&lt;br /&gt;Like how my sky in my paining finally looks like a sky and not a blob of paint.&lt;br /&gt;Like how Brad bends over backwards for me.&lt;br /&gt;Like how I have a job that I love.&lt;br /&gt;Like how this year is much more relaxing than last year.&lt;br /&gt;Like how I already know what I am going to get Brad for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Like how we have this deal that we can't eat out on week nights and we haven't broke it for 3 weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;Like how I only have a 3 day week this week :)&lt;br /&gt;Positive. I guess that is the solution to my downer day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-4201979428634041053?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4201979428634041053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=4201979428634041053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/4201979428634041053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/4201979428634041053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/10/downer.html' title='Downer'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-nExuDE2ORRU/TpzwneOOpFI/AAAAAAAAPWc/-K_R_3AgJT8/s72-c/2011-10-17+21.15.27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-8476841800798208419</id><published>2011-10-11T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:17:34.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Get out of the HOUSE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERnF3-AGMNo/TpULpFutwsI/AAAAAAAAPVM/7oXkFlUcz8g/s1600/2011-10-08+14.15.17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERnF3-AGMNo/TpULpFutwsI/AAAAAAAAPVM/7oXkFlUcz8g/s320/2011-10-08+14.15.17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We needed to get out of the house Saturday. We were just being bums and it was rainy and dreary outside. Brad did go shoot guns in the morning...but I just didn't feel like doing anything. But we decided to get in the car and see where it took us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NYPD Pizza in Draper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onXvKz7W8Nc/TpULw3bwblI/AAAAAAAAPVU/YEeQh4qH27w/s1600/2011-10-08+14.15.32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onXvKz7W8Nc/TpULw3bwblI/AAAAAAAAPVU/YEeQh4qH27w/s320/2011-10-08+14.15.32.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was happy to go, eat some pizza, I wasn't sure where the Honda would take us next, but I knew Brad would come up with some places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gswNrWgUf3U/TpUMB6s6dMI/AAAAAAAAPVo/8CRerbZiIF8/s1600/2011-10-08+14.29.41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gswNrWgUf3U/TpUMB6s6dMI/AAAAAAAAPVo/8CRerbZiIF8/s320/2011-10-08+14.29.41.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZjsTISI7M4/TpUL5d8O6ZI/AAAAAAAAPVc/Swwb0kLjqNo/s1600/2011-10-08+14.29.16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZjsTISI7M4/TpUL5d8O6ZI/AAAAAAAAPVc/Swwb0kLjqNo/s320/2011-10-08+14.29.16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to not like Buffalo flavored pizza, but one time I ate it when I had strep and I couldn't really taste it, but I could taste it more than anything else, so now I love it, because that little taste was put into my bod, now I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--76h8l1RtTU/TpUMJ8uEwBI/AAAAAAAAPVw/Tmx-Iojm4G4/s1600/2011-10-08+15.18.21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--76h8l1RtTU/TpUMJ8uEwBI/AAAAAAAAPVw/Tmx-Iojm4G4/s320/2011-10-08+15.18.21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Honda took us to Guitar Center.......It's quite the paradise for Bradley Bear. He walks around dreams about all this equipment and guitars, then we leave. This has happened at least 3 times, but this time we bought something!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guitar stands. 10 dollars. Steal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ys4_cchxeVg/TpUMS0x9_BI/AAAAAAAAPV4/7qsJ1kNXg3E/s1600/2011-10-08+16.53.35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ys4_cchxeVg/TpUMS0x9_BI/AAAAAAAAPV4/7qsJ1kNXg3E/s320/2011-10-08+16.53.35.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brad has this obsession with Man Vs. Food places. Here is a little waffle place across from Pioneer Park that Mr. Man Vs. Food went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PkcVS5kLWhU/TpUMkUO2j1I/AAAAAAAAPWI/qmvhE-uWSIw/s1600/2011-10-08+17.01.04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PkcVS5kLWhU/TpUMkUO2j1I/AAAAAAAAPWI/qmvhE-uWSIw/s320/2011-10-08+17.01.04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was small but so rich and divine. Way better than the Awful Waffle here in Provo. This one had these sugar clumps that caramelized and became heaven and bliss in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed our Saturday, and mint.com (best website ever) now tells me that we are very close to going over our restaurant/ fast food budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I held off on eating out today, and yesterday. Thai food is going to have to wait until Saturday again. (We have this new eating out rule, once a week!)&lt;br /&gt;So far we have saved a couple hundred a month!!!!! We are eater outers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mint.com/"&gt;www.mint.com&lt;/a&gt; keeps me real focused when it comes to being strict about the budget.&lt;br /&gt;Try it.&lt;br /&gt;OH a little update on Brad's medical school life....&lt;br /&gt;So far he has been invited to four interviews.&lt;br /&gt;Texas Tech El Paso: DONE&lt;br /&gt;Texas Tech Lubbock: DONE&lt;br /&gt;Ohio State: Halloween Day&lt;br /&gt;U of U: NOVEMBER (We found out about this interview today...quite exciting)&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know of any other exciting updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-8476841800798208419?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8476841800798208419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=8476841800798208419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8476841800798208419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8476841800798208419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/10/get-out-of-house.html' title='Get out of the HOUSE!!!'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-ERnF3-AGMNo/TpULpFutwsI/AAAAAAAAPVM/7oXkFlUcz8g/s72-c/2011-10-08+14.15.17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-2467070665014418017</id><published>2011-10-06T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:02:37.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I made him..</title><content type='html'>I was craving Hamburgers....&lt;br /&gt;So my hamburger outlet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAqcr2MAOk8/To5pKLOAiqI/AAAAAAAAPVA/GZSMko2l5dE/s1600/2011-10-04+18.49.15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAqcr2MAOk8/To5pKLOAiqI/AAAAAAAAPVA/GZSMko2l5dE/s320/2011-10-04+18.49.15.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course it is my outlet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh it was so good....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad made me run 4 miles that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know what you are thinking....Brittany is a diagnosed exaggerator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for real, we did run this much. I even downsized it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad said we ran about 4 1/2 miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Geez, I'll never go to In N oUt AGAIN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who am I kidding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1c2z03865Qw/To5pSHD2F9I/AAAAAAAAPVE/QjRCHTvGpSk/s1600/2011-10-04+18.47.26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1c2z03865Qw/To5pSHD2F9I/AAAAAAAAPVE/QjRCHTvGpSk/s320/2011-10-04+18.47.26.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad has this grow out his hair thing.....he wants it to look like a beach babe....I love him and all, but I am hoping this turns out okay.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sCKao9YHYE/To5pblN741I/AAAAAAAAPVI/PuHr4yJU5v0/s1600/2011-10-04+18.47.00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sCKao9YHYE/To5pblN741I/AAAAAAAAPVI/PuHr4yJU5v0/s320/2011-10-04+18.47.00.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its beyond delicious. &lt;/div&gt;Brad always thinks he can see fat deposits in his neck after he eats at places like this.....&lt;br /&gt;You think with how smart he is, he would know that isn't possible...I don't think??&lt;br /&gt;For fat to be there within an hour, before the food has even begun to digest...&lt;br /&gt;Did you know nutrients are absorbed when your food is traveling through your intestines? At least that is what I understood from Brad telling me things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;This is when I love thinking about the weekend, relax, lots of baths, lots of reading my book.&lt;br /&gt;Not when you are married to a psycho who is NOT a home body!!! AND has to pack every minute with activities.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he will be mad at me for calling him a psycho, but after he realizes that he has a package in the mail from MLB.com. He will love me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-2467070665014418017?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2467070665014418017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=2467070665014418017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/2467070665014418017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/2467070665014418017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-made-him.html' title='I made him..'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-BAqcr2MAOk8/To5pKLOAiqI/AAAAAAAAPVA/GZSMko2l5dE/s72-c/2011-10-04+18.49.15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-141528776562958271</id><published>2011-10-05T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:49:12.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Back in the Old Days</title><content type='html'>When I was single...I wrote in my journal every day. Every day. I have written maybe 3 pages in my journal since I got married. 2 years. So I decided ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. Marriage will not defile my journal writing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when Brad found this picture on his phone, and we couldn't remember when or where it was taken. We found out the date, but had no idea what we were doing on that date. So I went to my blog, nothing. And that is all I had. I need to document better. So journal writing is how I will do that. Plus marriage at first goes by so fast....and I like to remember things, but I think they aren't that interesting at the moment....&lt;br /&gt;But later its so great to go back and say...OH YA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I remember.&lt;br /&gt;Remember.. I love that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what I am getting at is a wanted a new journal. All my journals are half way full, but I needed a fresh start, something to motivate me to write it in. So I looked online, I looked at Deseret Book, I even reserved a book at Barnes and Noble, you know the old fashioned Italian Leather Handmade Journals....but then I started looking at the other ones, and this one stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZUr_gkvy8k/To0u8b4XtfI/AAAAAAAAPUk/PVYX_FRbes4/s1600/2011-10-05+22.21.02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZUr_gkvy8k/To0u8b4XtfI/AAAAAAAAPUk/PVYX_FRbes4/s320/2011-10-05+22.21.02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh wow....doesn't that just send a surge of adorableness through your soul??????&lt;br /&gt;My ancestors are def, going to appreciate my birdie style here.&lt;br /&gt;They are going to brag about their GREAT GREAT GREAT x10 great Grandma who had style with her journals.&lt;br /&gt;Wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you don't think this is to die for cute....the pages kill you with cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK3NjxPOwXY/To0vBzOex4I/AAAAAAAAPUo/VN3cZFcoKnY/s1600/2011-10-05+22.21.16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK3NjxPOwXY/To0vBzOex4I/AAAAAAAAPUo/VN3cZFcoKnY/s320/2011-10-05+22.21.16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for my unmanicured (NOT A WORD) finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUDYmM9LTa4/To0yPrzgflI/AAAAAAAAPU4/esPVZ4FBQPA/s1600/2011-10-05+22.21.29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qUDYmM9LTa4/To0yPrzgflI/AAAAAAAAPU4/esPVZ4FBQPA/s320/2011-10-05+22.21.29.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jpi8zTz0DU/To0yjVIRJOI/AAAAAAAAPU8/3v39_CIR8oI/s1600/2011-10-05+22.21.45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7jpi8zTz0DU/To0yjVIRJOI/AAAAAAAAPU8/3v39_CIR8oI/s320/2011-10-05+22.21.45.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Welp I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Brad is singing about a hickie on my neck and its really a bug bite.&lt;br /&gt;I need to punch him.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to write in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;Can I write about sad things, even when the pages are so happy?&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you Brad wrote me a song for my birthday and just sang it to me 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;He said it wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. It's always right when he writes songs for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-141528776562958271?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/141528776562958271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=141528776562958271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/141528776562958271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/141528776562958271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-in-old-days.html' title='Back in the Old Days'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-3ZUr_gkvy8k/To0u8b4XtfI/AAAAAAAAPUk/PVYX_FRbes4/s72-c/2011-10-05+22.21.02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-362247350958977563</id><published>2011-10-03T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:30:43.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Characteristics of the Monkey</title><content type='html'>Nothing too excited happened today. You know the ush (short for usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drew pictures of our families.&lt;br /&gt;Did the normal center time.&lt;br /&gt;It's red ribbon week, so today was wear your clothes backwards day. I didn't get into it.&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow, is wear your fav sports team to school day. I had the kids guess what I would wear...&lt;br /&gt;Jazz&lt;br /&gt;BYU&lt;br /&gt;Utes&lt;br /&gt;Texas (that's all they could guess, they knew no teams)&lt;br /&gt;A few of them kept yelling soccer, with the hopes that I would say, "YES THAT'S IT! THAT IS MY FAVORITE SPORTS TEAM, SOCCER!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh five year olds.&lt;br /&gt;But my favorite was a little sweet soft spoken boy...&lt;br /&gt;He raised his hand and said: Cincinnati Braves?&lt;br /&gt;Welp sure sonny. If that were the right team mascot combo.&lt;br /&gt;But you will have to stay tuned for what my favorite team is.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, does this monkey one of my student's drew have some interesting characteristics???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uoGFehljmg/Topva3abpzI/AAAAAAAAPUg/0VP8c9qhq48/s1600/2011-10-02+11.46.02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uoGFehljmg/Topva3abpzI/AAAAAAAAPUg/0VP8c9qhq48/s320/2011-10-02+11.46.02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-362247350958977563?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/362247350958977563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=362247350958977563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/362247350958977563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/362247350958977563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/10/characteristics-of-monkey.html' title='Characteristics of the Monkey'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-3uoGFehljmg/Topva3abpzI/AAAAAAAAPUg/0VP8c9qhq48/s72-c/2011-10-02+11.46.02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-4059470643394495158</id><published>2011-10-02T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:00:21.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock canyon park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chelsea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiera'/><title type='text'>Sunday Sabbath, Keepin it Real Holy</title><content type='html'>Today after conference, we decided to have a party. Landon and T (Tiera, t for short, well now I just made it long) came over for 2nd session. We went to the park and had our own little baseball game. That's where the holy comes in. You see, my family believes that sports is okay on Sunday, if you are doing wholesome togetherness. I won't get in to that, and you can enjoy these pics and just be filled full of joy after conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which by the way, I loved and I don't think I have shared my testimonial on my blog ever, but maybe someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZVlwNL9euI/Tok8pOJeFDI/AAAAAAAAPT8/b3r3Sb-QjVA/s1600/2011-10-02+17.25.46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZVlwNL9euI/Tok8pOJeFDI/AAAAAAAAPT8/b3r3Sb-QjVA/s320/2011-10-02+17.25.46.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brad says I lunge and reach for the ball too much. Then he said, "We will work on that."&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay Brad, since I'm going pro soon, let's work on that lunge, get my swing perfect. I didn't realize how majestic the mountains are at Rock Canyon (which is just right across the street from our house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4sptf_twjU/Tok8y2xeBVI/AAAAAAAAPUA/feETlot-OEM/s1600/2011-10-02+17.25.34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4sptf_twjU/Tok8y2xeBVI/AAAAAAAAPUA/feETlot-OEM/s320/2011-10-02+17.25.34.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brad, EVERY SUNDAY, begs me to go to the park (and every day) to throw the baseball with him. But me.....never having played baseball, am not his favorite partner in baseball. But we own 3 mitts, 3 bats and ten or so baseballs. Brad has sport fetishes. (THAT IS A WORD!) He is on baseball right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsMfVCWMY-E/Tok87_EuPwI/AAAAAAAAPUE/cxH9a3qESlk/s1600/2011-10-02+17.24.08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsMfVCWMY-E/Tok87_EuPwI/AAAAAAAAPUE/cxH9a3qESlk/s320/2011-10-02+17.24.08.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a full team, Brad played pitcher for both teams. The teams were, me, sally and T. Against Brad and Landon, so yeah, full teams. Then Chel and Alex showed up, Alex got back from Africa, so Chel has a husband again. YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZNc6gy9DkU/Tok9FBW6SJI/AAAAAAAAPUI/EXjT-y4rxRo/s1600/2011-10-02+17.23.58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZNc6gy9DkU/Tok9FBW6SJI/AAAAAAAAPUI/EXjT-y4rxRo/s320/2011-10-02+17.23.58.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a few rules. Like boys had to hit it past the bases for it not to be a foul ball. But they rarely did that. Mostly they hit it over our heads by about 20 feet. No matter how far we scooted back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lP4fGGj9gso/Tok9O3FS8tI/AAAAAAAAPUQ/P6A5s2m2O3w/s1600/2011-10-02+17.15.07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lP4fGGj9gso/Tok9O3FS8tI/AAAAAAAAPUQ/P6A5s2m2O3w/s320/2011-10-02+17.15.07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys had two outs, 3 strikes, we had 3 outs, and 4 strikes. We were up by 17 before the boys played their last, at the bottom of the 3rd inning (look at me and my baseball talk, so cute). 35 to 34 was the final score.....BOYS!!!!! So typical. We couldn't pull through, but that was such a good day today. So much joy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mq0QDy79DyE/TolAoHdHjzI/AAAAAAAAPUY/vXwHxx-CXbc/s1600/2011-10-02+21.46.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mq0QDy79DyE/TolAoHdHjzI/AAAAAAAAPUY/vXwHxx-CXbc/s320/2011-10-02+21.46.10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRIsP7jH_jM/TolAxqNARSI/AAAAAAAAPUc/76VKlGc9Sis/s1600/2011-10-02+21.45.57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRIsP7jH_jM/TolAxqNARSI/AAAAAAAAPUc/76VKlGc9Sis/s320/2011-10-02+21.45.57.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Brad and I filtered through all his mission stuff after watching The Best Two Years, it was memory lane. Then I took a bath while Brad and I played Would you Rather....&lt;br /&gt;His Best: Would you rather me be and doctor and infertile, or be an ice cream man and be fertile, and you have to work the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose ice cream man, because I want my own kids.&lt;br /&gt;My Best: Would you rather have no toilet or have no shaving cream. He chose shaving cream because he doesn't mind soap. So really that was my lamest.&lt;br /&gt;(Most of ours included too personal, detailed, or just down right ridiculous, and TMI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just set my alarm and it says I am going to get 8 hours and 3 minutes if I go right now. So I think I'll go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-4059470643394495158?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4059470643394495158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=4059470643394495158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/4059470643394495158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/4059470643394495158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-sabbath-keepin-it-real-holy.html' title='Sunday Sabbath, Keepin it Real Holy'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-wZVlwNL9euI/Tok8pOJeFDI/AAAAAAAAPT8/b3r3Sb-QjVA/s72-c/2011-10-02+17.25.46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-7401129489733064006</id><published>2011-09-30T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T22:29:03.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='september'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Fun with Gingerbread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOokTg9T_gw/ToageUIaHLI/AAAAAAAAPTk/qb-iRntlWxc/s1600/2011-09-30+08.19.03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOokTg9T_gw/ToageUIaHLI/AAAAAAAAPTk/qb-iRntlWxc/s320/2011-09-30+08.19.03.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my face while being 'sly' (vocab word describing the fox when he eats the gingerbread man) and hiding the gingerbread man in my classroom. You see we walk down to the lunch lady's lunchroom and she takes us on a tour and then she opens the oven when it buzzes and HES NOT THERE!!! Its so enthralling and exciting for us. We might even let out some screams with our gasps. And some may say, 'HE GOT ALIVE!' Or, 'the story is true!!!'We were all set up back in the classroom to eat him, we had our napkins out and everything. WHERE COULD HE BE!!? So we are so quiet when we walk back to the classroom just in case he is somewhere in the halls and we can sneak up on him. (Quietest my kids will ever be in their entire lives). Then we go back the the classroom. I make them do work in agony while they are thinking of ways to trap him.&lt;br /&gt;'Let's put a fake gingerbread friend in this box, then when he jumps in I'll slam the lid down and we will have him!!!'&lt;br /&gt;'I'll build a gingerbread house, then he will think it is his home, then we will EAT him.'&lt;br /&gt;Then I find a note from him (surprisingly in my handwriting) where he gives a clue as to where he is....and then, someone finds him. Today he was in a pan hiding on top of the cupboards. They tell me to SHHH because we don't want to wake him. Then when I got close to him, they were all screaming and had their hands over their mouths, jumping up and down. And low and behold here is the sugar overload!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GygZ6bhPxnU/Toag8dEL-7I/AAAAAAAAPT0/ijPHTgSByrI/s1600/2011-09-30+08.18.49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GygZ6bhPxnU/Toag8dEL-7I/AAAAAAAAPT0/ijPHTgSByrI/s320/2011-09-30+08.18.49.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make it completely covered in candy, so that every who gets a piece gets candy, its a management thing.&lt;br /&gt;I also know that his arms are way too long in proportion to his body, but the fact that he is on the pan is a miracle alone. I wanted a cookie substance, not a cake substance, because cake would be unshapable, (Not a word, but I just made it one) due to its runniness. (Not a word, but I just made it one) So I was supposed to put 1/4 cup of water, I accidentally followed the cake recipe and put it 1 and 1/4 cup of water....so I had to add 5 extra cups of flour, and 2 cups of sugar, and so the ginger was quite subdued. I didn't want to go to the store at 10:00PM night before, so they got a cakey, and long armed result, and like I said I had to make 2...&lt;br /&gt;That story could have been condensed into one sentence...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a fun day, full of excitement and energy. And on days like this I feel empty of energy due to me being in a room with 23 high sugared energized 5 year olds, and 1 or 2 six year olds :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that reminds me....have you seen my room? Last year I was just overwhelmed and couldn't even think straight. So I'll give you a partial tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aS6BYew4iY/ToagzccaotI/AAAAAAAAPTw/cbrwwJroZMQ/s1600/2011-09-30+08.19.17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aS6BYew4iY/ToagzccaotI/AAAAAAAAPTw/cbrwwJroZMQ/s320/2011-09-30+08.19.17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's hip right? Oh good because that was my biggest concern....Not really :) I'm just surviving in 1/2 the size of a classroom that a Kindergarten should be :) No I love it, and have come to appreciate it, and its smallness, and windowless ways. (Smallness, and windowless are BOTH words! Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k82ThQ6FAtA/ToahMZHueAI/AAAAAAAAPT4/R7twKFewFHw/s1600/2011-09-30+08.19.36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k82ThQ6FAtA/ToahMZHueAI/AAAAAAAAPT4/R7twKFewFHw/s320/2011-09-30+08.19.36.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See that baby on the wall.....??? That is a promethean board, and I love it!!! Its like an ipad on the wall. Best description. Well Brad and I just finished watching the most awesome BYU football game, and now because its Friday night and we are celebrating him taking a final and getting a 100........when his text to me was, "Here I go! Its kind of exciting to be unprepared:)"&lt;br /&gt;Truly, I don't even worry about him anymore. Its a good thing though, I have deleted that one stresser from my life (Stresser isn't a word, but I just made it one)&lt;br /&gt;And my fav thing to do with Brad when we have nothing in the morning is to watch a show in our bed on our laptop.&lt;br /&gt;On the top fav things to do, its probably number 3. I'll let you decide the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-7401129489733064006?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7401129489733064006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=7401129489733064006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7401129489733064006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7401129489733064006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/09/fun-with-gingerbread.html' title='Fun with Gingerbread'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-vOokTg9T_gw/ToageUIaHLI/AAAAAAAAPTk/qb-iRntlWxc/s72-c/2011-09-30+08.19.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-7457733472223187894</id><published>2011-09-29T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:14:04.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='september'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Recently....</title><content type='html'>As you may know. ... Brad is applying to medical school. For all I know, they check his wife's blog to see if we are normal, and as you may know...we aren't really that normal.&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture of Brad I took for his medical applications.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see he looks handsome and wonderful....&lt;br /&gt;what you don't know is that he only has underwear on below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esgDZW01xVY/ToUwfpYfa3I/AAAAAAAAPTU/aLcR9Xg_6Ig/s1600/bradley.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esgDZW01xVY/ToUwfpYfa3I/AAAAAAAAPTU/aLcR9Xg_6Ig/s320/bradley.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think that makes him more likable, more well rounded, and just funny. I wish I would have taken a full body for memories...but I don't think I will.&lt;br /&gt;Brad and I scrambled for many months trying to fill out the applications, save money for traveling and applications, and then it was on to secondary applications. So now we are watching man vs. food columbus, ohio. We had to watch this specific one. We had to completely do everything around this 9:00 episode.&lt;br /&gt;That's because he is going there on Halloween Day. To interview at Ohio State. Is he worried about the interview??? Not really, is he worried about if he can hit up all the man vs. food places???&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;(Exaggeration is part of who I am so.....take these previous comments as you will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am just teaching away again, 2nd year is 50 times lighter stress than your 1st year, but its still stress collapsing. But it works out, I still manage to cook dinner at night and then collapse and think about doing the dishes. (Brad and I made a deal to not eat out once this week, except Sat we are going to celebrate by going to awful waffle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, last week Brad's mom got married, it wasn't a big thing but I thought she should have a bouquet so I put this one together from costco flowers, and a few button mums...it was simple but purple and that was the color she needed, so we did it! In our bedroom we sleep with the FAN at ALL times. Also, we have no power in our room so we extension cord everything in from the living room. Fire hazard, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-351xe1yB19A/ToUyJyHww6I/AAAAAAAAPTY/g56o9GIt88U/s1600/2011-09-21+20.31.13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-351xe1yB19A/ToUyJyHww6I/AAAAAAAAPTY/g56o9GIt88U/s320/2011-09-21+20.31.13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are busy, but still living in Provo and having a blast. Yesterday Brad and I went on a run and I have this handy dandy headphone microphone thing that I can talk on my phone hands free, (I realize this isn't that cool, but I love it) and I talked to my mom on the entire run, which was great because she can tell stories, and I can listen and say exasperated, "uh huh, uh huh".&lt;br /&gt;Welp, this is an update. And I am meeting my goal of posting everyday. For my journaling (not a word, but I just made it a word) sake, and for viewers like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-7457733472223187894?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7457733472223187894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=7457733472223187894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7457733472223187894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7457733472223187894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/09/recently.html' title='Recently....'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-esgDZW01xVY/ToUwfpYfa3I/AAAAAAAAPTU/aLcR9Xg_6Ig/s72-c/bradley.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-5679455529763719018</id><published>2011-09-28T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:40:30.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Westridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='september'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Simple Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFe3bkVSxUQ/ToOTRvLQJcI/AAAAAAAAPTQ/X4HycaFXnDM/s1600/2011-09-28+15.34.13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFe3bkVSxUQ/ToOTRvLQJcI/AAAAAAAAPTQ/X4HycaFXnDM/s320/2011-09-28+15.34.13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One simple thing can make your day. Or break it. One unkind sentence can shatter your week, or even your 2 weeks. Or one simple nice sentence can make your entire week, or 2 weeks. I would rather be the person that made your week. Not shattered it. Be thinking about that. Be thinking about how someone has complimented you. Someone you didn't expect. Like when I wore my knew tights/pants yesterday, and someone told me I looked so good in them.....How did that make me feel? Instead of chubby and large, I felt in charge of myself and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, a parent and student from last year brought me this bracelet. That they bought for me. Number 1, its adorable. Number 2, I wore it all day. Number 3, it made me feel special, like someone outside of family thought of me for a second outside of school. Thought of me, more than just oh she's my teacher, but how about let's buy or make her something oriented around the things she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So forever in my mind this bracelet will remind me of how something can make or break your day, or when your day is already broken, it can repair it, and make it all better again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;Brittany Noodle Soup for the day.&lt;br /&gt;A spoonful of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;BrittanyAttitudes.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-5679455529763719018?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5679455529763719018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=5679455529763719018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5679455529763719018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5679455529763719018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/09/simple-things.html' title='Simple Things'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-uFe3bkVSxUQ/ToOTRvLQJcI/AAAAAAAAPTQ/X4HycaFXnDM/s72-c/2011-09-28+15.34.13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-342208395647574918</id><published>2011-09-27T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T19:49:13.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Moments like these...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think about the small things I should appreciate. The small beauty. The small parts of life that I love. The parts of teaching that make you think that I should be a teacher. The things that are so cute and cuddly you want to squeeze their cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_24m5KdCbg/ToKKuyOplwI/AAAAAAAAPTM/qI4mxG6Ex-U/s1600/I+like.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_24m5KdCbg/ToKKuyOplwI/AAAAAAAAPTM/qI4mxG6Ex-U/s320/I+like.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to show you this person's face. I know you know its a girl. She is in my class. There is just legalities that prevent me from showing you the entire picture. I guess I could, but I just want to keep this little one safe. But, do know that she is adorable, and this drawing exploits straight happiness from me. When I saw it I had to document it. All these drawings are from her own head. And how is she so cute. She likes all of those things. And I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this picture exploits only happiness from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-342208395647574918?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/342208395647574918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=342208395647574918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/342208395647574918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/342208395647574918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/09/moments-like-these.html' title='Moments like these...'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-S_24m5KdCbg/ToKKuyOplwI/AAAAAAAAPTM/qI4mxG6Ex-U/s72-c/I+like.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-2287916917720898567</id><published>2011-09-26T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:36:12.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Standrod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Home town feel</title><content type='html'>I know you all think you have the most beautiful family, location and home...But that is where I have to show you some pictures to have you rethink your prior feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may move to Standrod. &lt;br /&gt;Standrod is a place where the sky goes on forever. At night the stars are brighter than car lights, and the moon is screaming for people to just look at it. The mountains are green and majestic. No human or animal could feel uneasy in this place. And it just so happens, that some people stopped by and caught the beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have this very breathtaking garden. Not the small lot you see in someone's backyard, but yet....this garden that could feed a small village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DsUxf_sZrAw/ToDb3jlWRlI/AAAAAAAAPSw/3ZHBBQ3B7-U/s1600/standrod" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DsUxf_sZrAw/ToDb3jlWRlI/AAAAAAAAPSw/3ZHBBQ3B7-U/s320/standrod" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent a few hours picking corn, carrots, squash, zucchini, cucumbers, beans, all sorts of peppers, herbs, and cabbage the last time I was there. During this time, Brad, Aaron and my little brothers spent their time seeing who could clear the squash plants by jumping over them. (No squash were hurt during this time, I know you plant-activists were worried). If my family's yard doesn't make you happy, stop reading now, because its about to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_w4-wsWCYA/ToEhEyG_9wI/AAAAAAAAPS0/gmFz1JyhXBQ/s1600/standrod1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_w4-wsWCYA/ToEhEyG_9wI/AAAAAAAAPS0/gmFz1JyhXBQ/s320/standrod1" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sister Faith thinks she owns the garden. She will roam around the whole time you are there talking about all the vegetables like she knows everything. You can pretend like you know nothing, and she will tell you the names of everything and what it is good with (butter, cheese, salt, pepper) or not good at all, "those are peppers, they are yucky, psllhhhhhh." As she blows her tongue out and spit goes everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UP1jz-h25Ck/ToEhRQptOZI/AAAAAAAAPS4/MT8cYC5Um48/s1600/standrod2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UP1jz-h25Ck/ToEhRQptOZI/AAAAAAAAPS4/MT8cYC5Um48/s320/standrod2" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think what kills me is all the different shades of green. Its not just one color, its every color of green. Fall is coming so the surrounding areas are turning shades of yellow, orange and brown. I love this picture because it shows the vastness of the garden. My mom and Faith look like specks against the superior plants. How can anyone get more home grown than this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YLZmu2UCWw/ToEheBFNBGI/AAAAAAAAPTA/be7ZMRdrx2Y/s1600/standrod3" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YLZmu2UCWw/ToEheBFNBGI/AAAAAAAAPTA/be7ZMRdrx2Y/s320/standrod3" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good thing my parents planted Pea plants, otherwise Faith would be starving. She told me, "Come get some Peas!" I said, "WHAT! I don't want to eat Pee!!" She looked at me and said calmly, "Brittany they are not pee in the toilet they are green peas that you eat!!!" I said, "Oh like the letter P!" She said, "NO! Just come and look." Then she went on to explain how to pull them off the plant, "Just like this," She kept saying. I acted fascinated and bewildered as she pulled a pea pod off and proceeded to open it and show me the mini peas hooked to the inside of the pod. "Oh so wonderful," I kept saying, pretending this was the newest and most interesting thing I had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lw0Rxudw_iM/ToFSph9lONI/AAAAAAAAPTI/LI2YqEjHpzg/s1600/standrod4" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lw0Rxudw_iM/ToFSph9lONI/AAAAAAAAPTI/LI2YqEjHpzg/s320/standrod4" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want solace, peace, and beauty, come to Standrod and make sure you stay outside, because inside is absolutely chaos and terror with all those kids running around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-2287916917720898567?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2287916917720898567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=2287916917720898567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/2287916917720898567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/2287916917720898567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/09/home-town-feel.html' title='Home town feel'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-DsUxf_sZrAw/ToDb3jlWRlI/AAAAAAAAPSw/3ZHBBQ3B7-U/s72-c/standrod' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-8443705998446305416</id><published>2011-08-28T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:22:02.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cohen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swiss days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Is it that time again?</title><content type='html'>So life is coming to an end because school is starting again. That is really the best description. Don't get me wrong, I still live, but it feels like I am on autopilot. I just let school, kids, and husband control me. Well, that sounds worse than it really is. But time just disappears and I wait for bedtime where I can just shut off. But I don't even shut off then...I am still thinking about all the to do list items I need to do. This year has already been better than last year though. I know what to expect. I know what to stress about and I know what to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its about to get hairy. And fuzzy and blurry.&lt;br /&gt;2 classes full of 23 5 year olds. How can that not be a blurry and drenched with exhaustion day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that Chelsea and I's business is up and rolling.&lt;br /&gt;check us out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kangababycarriers.com/"&gt;kangababycarriers.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like us on facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come to swiss days and see us and all of our glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes this week a busy nerve racking week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts.&lt;br /&gt;Swiss days on Friday and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking about starting a journalling project. OH man it's going to be fun. And it will help me be able to come back and see what I did for a year, instead of looking back at a blur and some pictures with very little memory due to me being on autopilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk about that project later.&lt;br /&gt;For now, just explore our website and think about swiss days, and think about how much handmade glory you can partake in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;Tosha: Skincare&lt;br /&gt;Summer: Cute hair clips&lt;br /&gt;Brittany/Chels: baby wraps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad: sitting at the music festival for 2 days straight eating bratwursts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDTsmJsXr_w/TlsAEB5FaII/AAAAAAAAPR0/J45wnS3WUzE/s1600/2011-08-27+18.50.25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDTsmJsXr_w/TlsAEB5FaII/AAAAAAAAPR0/J45wnS3WUzE/s320/2011-08-27+18.50.25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But I let him do what he wants.... because he looks like this.....&lt;br /&gt;HOT&lt;br /&gt;I also let him golf 54 holes of golf in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Let him....uh I guess I don't really "let him".&lt;br /&gt;It's not like he asks permission. He just knows I don't mind. I guess thats the correct way of saying it.&lt;br /&gt;That's why he has a farmer's tan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9z9HjGsrvw/TlsCTEA3RMI/AAAAAAAAPR8/PdTuCVcNz8w/s1600/2011-07-23+19.43.14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9z9HjGsrvw/TlsCTEA3RMI/AAAAAAAAPR8/PdTuCVcNz8w/s320/2011-07-23+19.43.14.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You know we went to Gloria's Little Italy for delicious cake, and its HALF OFF on Saturday nights!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I shouldn't have told you that....less for Brad and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5DCaT_UplW8/TlsCbgXrl1I/AAAAAAAAPSA/I3sc8T4mbBk/s1600/2011-07-23+19.44.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5DCaT_UplW8/TlsCbgXrl1I/AAAAAAAAPSA/I3sc8T4mbBk/s320/2011-07-23+19.44.05.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad always says that he can see his double chin after he eats bad....well, I can always feel my button on my pants getting a little stretched. That's why the solution could only be one thing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wear a stretchy waist skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmwUaiMG6l0/TlsCLQIDHBI/AAAAAAAAPR4/UGvzKZWb484/s1600/2011-07-23+19.43.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmwUaiMG6l0/TlsCLQIDHBI/AAAAAAAAPR4/UGvzKZWb484/s320/2011-07-23+19.43.05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our friends had a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Tuq0QWRE54/TlsC-VfzmfI/AAAAAAAAPSU/64iFeDhoA3w/s1600/2011-08-23+20.19.24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Tuq0QWRE54/TlsC-VfzmfI/AAAAAAAAPSU/64iFeDhoA3w/s320/2011-08-23+20.19.24.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's why when we hang out with them they always do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOvwkd8ufOw/TlsC19mJumI/AAAAAAAAPSQ/_xYd_krcBzc/s1600/2011-08-17+23.33.04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOvwkd8ufOw/TlsC19mJumI/AAAAAAAAPSQ/_xYd_krcBzc/s320/2011-08-17+23.33.04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heather and Kevin Myers. Parents of adorable baby Cohen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brad had 2 interviews at medical schools in Texas. And Chelsea's husband is still in Africa. So we decided we could hike the Y at 11 PM. It was lit up and so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KcjkR6b-E7o/TlsDGyTatEI/AAAAAAAAPSY/RiW4uPpopTk/s1600/2011-08-11+22.36.53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KcjkR6b-E7o/TlsDGyTatEI/AAAAAAAAPSY/RiW4uPpopTk/s320/2011-08-11+22.36.53.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now you have a 4 week re cap. My project is a post a day starting soon. I need some motivation, but I really really want to do it. After Swiss days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is officially over. I will keep talking about it though.....its like Harry Potter, I never want it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I forgot my birthday. Well I didn't forget it I just forgot to show it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_byo9bzoOtY/TlsCs6whTVI/AAAAAAAAPSM/h-XOAPv2Mr4/s1600/2011-08-03+18.51.02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_byo9bzoOtY/TlsCs6whTVI/AAAAAAAAPSM/h-XOAPv2Mr4/s320/2011-08-03+18.51.02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I turned 23. So old. We had a little party with family at Zupa's. I'm the worst wife. Brad set this all up as a surprise. I said, oh we are going to sushi!!! Thank you so much. He just frowned, no sorry Zupa's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was wonderful, I just always open my mouth and make people feel bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention we went to a demolition derby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtY1aojVvHs/TlsCkDeu41I/AAAAAAAAPSE/6Lqd5ls9L-k/s1600/2011-07-30+19.38.19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtY1aojVvHs/TlsCkDeu41I/AAAAAAAAPSE/6Lqd5ls9L-k/s320/2011-07-30+19.38.19.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was the first time ever Brad wore a collared shirt that wasn't a church shirt or a golf shirt. I felt like that was a success in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I bribe him to wear it any chance I can get, so far I have been unsuccessful. But he was smokin. And of course always is, but of course that's boring to hear about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-8443705998446305416?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8443705998446305416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=8443705998446305416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8443705998446305416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8443705998446305416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/08/is-it-that-time-again.html' title='Is it that time again?'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-bDTsmJsXr_w/TlsAEB5FaII/AAAAAAAAPR0/J45wnS3WUzE/s72-c/2011-08-27+18.50.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-1892834635167056867</id><published>2011-07-26T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:36:55.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Don't want to brag...</title><content type='html'>So I must tell you what that hideous picture is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with us getting married 2 years ago....So we had to go on an anniversary trip this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Io3KGCo7qRw/Ti975xhfBQI/AAAAAAAAPNk/B15piEGKfPk/s1600/2011-06-24+16.07.22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Io3KGCo7qRw/Ti975xhfBQI/AAAAAAAAPNk/B15piEGKfPk/s320/2011-06-24+16.07.22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is about to get onto the freeway in Provo, headed to our first pit stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tU61Y3DUFOs/Ti98M99yOFI/AAAAAAAAPNs/pKmp_ERmFn4/s1600/2011-06-25+07.45.28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tU61Y3DUFOs/Ti98M99yOFI/AAAAAAAAPNs/pKmp_ERmFn4/s320/2011-06-25+07.45.28.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to apologize for the following pictures. Facebook doesn't let you save as image anymore, so I had to screen shot...and I didn't feel like cropping. That would have overwhelmed my blogging capabilities today.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIhzfEjWJBA/Ti99n79U33I/AAAAAAAAPN4/hQFTh9naJYA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-26+at+8.50.26+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIhzfEjWJBA/Ti99n79U33I/AAAAAAAAPN4/hQFTh9naJYA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-26+at+8.50.26+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad felt the need to lift me here......strangely enough. My aunt thought it was someone else and not Brad and she freaked out when she saw these pictures.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igBgZ35mA7g/Ti99shH9e3I/AAAAAAAAPN8/LpI8SGFuvmE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-26+at+8.52.31+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igBgZ35mA7g/Ti99shH9e3I/AAAAAAAAPN8/LpI8SGFuvmE/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-26+at+8.52.31+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the end of the canyon part. But little did we know that the part was coming up where we ran completely out of water and the scorcher was out. (SUN) Also, this was my favorite part hiking out of the canyon through a river!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2K5dPyHHeg/Ti99yDy-MhI/AAAAAAAAPOA/YUFdFw1ghnc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-26+at+8.52.17+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2K5dPyHHeg/Ti99yDy-MhI/AAAAAAAAPOA/YUFdFw1ghnc/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-26+at+8.52.17+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was my problem THE ENTIRE HIKE. No butt, and mesh G's and polyester pants. Okay Greg, I'll wear swim shorts next time!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YJCxkNG-_5w/Ti994QoJiKI/AAAAAAAAPOE/QVDjP3Rf7Sg/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-26+at+8.52.06+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YJCxkNG-_5w/Ti994QoJiKI/AAAAAAAAPOE/QVDjP3Rf7Sg/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-26+at+8.52.06+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I probably should have taken my helmet off for this photo op.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UT-0c4qvrBs/Ti9-C1Zy66I/AAAAAAAAPOM/rPTnGT_IYIs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-26+at+8.51.14+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UT-0c4qvrBs/Ti9-C1Zy66I/AAAAAAAAPOM/rPTnGT_IYIs/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-26+at+8.51.14+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;K I'm going to tell you this and it probably won't be as funny, kinda one of those had to be there moments, or maybe it will be hilarious to you either way. I'll just get to the point. ISN'T THIS HELMET ON BRAD FREAKIN FUNNY PEE YOUR PANTS FUNNY????!!!!&amp;nbsp; Everytime it tipped sideways, I just bursted into laughter. He looked so funny. He got sick of me laughing right in his face, so I started to just laugh behind his back. He looked so cute too. So I had to tell him that everytime laughs shot out of my mouth when he looked at me with a sideways helmet that was bright construction orange.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PL133bI0G0/Ti9-H9C8E_I/AAAAAAAAPOQ/stjPaZSH-CA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-26+at+8.51.01+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PL133bI0G0/Ti9-H9C8E_I/AAAAAAAAPOQ/stjPaZSH-CA/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-26+at+8.51.01+PM.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am positive that this is the first time I have seen Brad actually scared to do something. He is always good at everything, but this was scary. I think watching him go first helped me to not be scared. I liked his voice at the bottom of the 40 foot repel, saying, "Good job, muffin." Then I would yell back, YA Muffin TOP right now with these Meshy G's hangin out!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So did I tell you that this was to start our trip to Vegas? Well it did, and we were tired, because we slept in Brooke's car. It is a&amp;nbsp; Acura MDX and I just felt stuffy in there.&amp;nbsp; I threw a fit because I didn't want to sleep on the tarp, because of rodents crawling into bed with me, and I didn't want to steal Brooke and Aaron's tent, and we forgot ours....and we had to wake up in 4 hours anyway so we just slept in the car. At first it was completely a scorcher humid disaster, then the wind picked up and Brad froze to death, but I didn't because my window didn't roll down. Anyway, I felt like I was just covered in red sand the whole time, and my car still is!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that trip was successful and thank you Sally's boy toy Greg for taking us!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now on to the real anniversary trip!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Relaxation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Delicious food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gaining 5 pounds!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1g92v7RpCfc/Ti98V6KpSjI/AAAAAAAAPNw/M8l_zX9vueg/s1600/2011-06-26+17.26.21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1g92v7RpCfc/Ti98V6KpSjI/AAAAAAAAPNw/M8l_zX9vueg/s320/2011-06-26+17.26.21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;First we stopped at Hash House A Go Go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man Vs. Food episode special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad of course got what he got...and it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enough food to feed a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIMPBzFEEVg/Ti98fHbndpI/AAAAAAAAPN0/ILKseIwV8tA/s1600/2011-06-26+17.41.08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIMPBzFEEVg/Ti98fHbndpI/AAAAAAAAPN0/ILKseIwV8tA/s320/2011-06-26+17.41.08.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was like a breaded chicken on top of biscuits and some cheese deliciousness sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rzKQ6ANaj0U/Ti-C50pVyWI/AAAAAAAAPOg/95CQuOAEwgw/s1600/2011-06-26+17.41.20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rzKQ6ANaj0U/Ti-C50pVyWI/AAAAAAAAPOg/95CQuOAEwgw/s320/2011-06-26+17.41.20.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention we had a restaurant.com coupon?? Well we did, and it only cost 2.00, so that means we got 48 dollars worth of food for. 15 dolla!!! Awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to get the pancake served on a platter of course!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my heck I gotta hurry and finish this post, Brad is getting annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLitiOhy5mU/Ti-DB4_3-eI/AAAAAAAAPOk/PemrUXFtHVc/s1600/2011-06-27+11.17.03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLitiOhy5mU/Ti-DB4_3-eI/AAAAAAAAPOk/PemrUXFtHVc/s320/2011-06-27+11.17.03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our SWEET SUITE. Gotta play on that word, of course.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMKjXKN4MJY/Ti-CxeY_FjI/AAAAAAAAPOc/-Qi6d6xqe3M/s1600/2011-06-26+21.02.30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMKjXKN4MJY/Ti-CxeY_FjI/AAAAAAAAPOc/-Qi6d6xqe3M/s320/2011-06-26+21.02.30.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course we had a view of the Belliagio waters. Of course!! So beautiful!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86ciFXeB8Z0/Ti-EOkL6NKI/AAAAAAAAPO0/kA1CbJ1Qa_I/s1600/2011-06-27+11.16.54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86ciFXeB8Z0/Ti-EOkL6NKI/AAAAAAAAPO0/kA1CbJ1Qa_I/s320/2011-06-27+11.16.54.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our other part of the room....Bed with a flat screen...Sorry if its awkward..maybe it wasn't and now it is....its our 2 year..its not like that anymore...actually it still is. Wow I just made this overboard awkward.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqgd-QFCTFI/Ti-DLSizGhI/AAAAAAAAPOo/BSiHXvvBRKs/s1600/2011-06-28+13.31.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqgd-QFCTFI/Ti-DLSizGhI/AAAAAAAAPOo/BSiHXvvBRKs/s320/2011-06-28+13.31.05.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We somehow have made it to Vegas for our honeymoon, one year and now TWO YEAR! But I'm not sure we will make it there for 3 year!! But we will sure try! Every time I have wanted to go to the temple in Vegas, this time we made it! It was beautiful and I love to see the temple and I could never imagine this would be my life for ever with Brad!! But it is the greatest!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S8Crafp9fa8/Ti-DU2Hql_I/AAAAAAAAPOs/2OorY7OzBcA/s1600/2011-06-29+16.44.32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S8Crafp9fa8/Ti-DU2Hql_I/AAAAAAAAPOs/2OorY7OzBcA/s320/2011-06-29+16.44.32.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our last night we wanted to just go all out so we visited the Cheesecake factory, and we couldn't decide on a cheesecake so of course we had to each get one.....gym the next morning, no worries...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNphbX7_-TI/Ti-FVnAlDUI/AAAAAAAAPO8/aeU1D-A--ck/s1600/2011-06-28+22.15.59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNphbX7_-TI/Ti-FVnAlDUI/AAAAAAAAPO8/aeU1D-A--ck/s320/2011-06-28+22.15.59.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a wonderful anniversary, next year I am going to make it a tad shorter, Saturday to Thursday is quite the trip, but it was gone before I knew it and I loved every minute of it. Of course I made Brad take me to the outlets where I JCREWED IT up. :) Who knows what that means, I spent like 30 dollars and got a necklace and a dress, so ya I spent a fortune!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86ciFXeB8Z0/Ti-EOkL6NKI/AAAAAAAAPO0/kA1CbJ1Qa_I/s1600/2011-06-27+11.16.54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I bet you are still wondering what this is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96JDNm3kEC0/Ti-GZXfqN5I/AAAAAAAAPPA/P2-r38jifUQ/s1600/2011-07-05+00.21.07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96JDNm3kEC0/Ti-GZXfqN5I/AAAAAAAAPPA/P2-r38jifUQ/s320/2011-07-05+00.21.07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, see we put our bodies outside by the poolside for a few hours, and since Brad is a palomino, (albino horse) he fried!!! I also put some tanning lotion on him and that seemed to fry him even worse from the scorcher, (that is what I have named the sun if you didn't know) anyway this is a WEEK LATER. So after we got home he started to blister on his stomach so so so bad, and when he got in the shower his blisters would all fill up with water. It was so awesome how big those pockets of water were. He will never use my tanning lotion again!! Also I hope you enjoy looking at Brad in a towel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad is officially mad at me for taking forever to post this. Sometimes he just doesn't appreciate journaling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I fail to mention that Brad did awesome on his MCAT so here is a burning party we had with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IM-4TR_wt4g/Ti-HaPGZ8MI/AAAAAAAAPPE/akO9Rh_FBsY/s1600/2011-06-30+21.32.54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IM-4TR_wt4g/Ti-HaPGZ8MI/AAAAAAAAPPE/akO9Rh_FBsY/s320/2011-06-30+21.32.54.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know its impossible to see anything, key in point, they are holding MCAT papers...thats all you need to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, now we are in the interviewing stage. And with that comes more expenses and anxiety. So I have attached a donation box to the end of this blogpost. JK, I wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniversary: Success&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tan for Bradley: Fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-1892834635167056867?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1892834635167056867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=1892834635167056867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1892834635167056867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1892834635167056867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-want-to-brag.html' title='Don&apos;t want to brag...'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-Io3KGCo7qRw/Ti975xhfBQI/AAAAAAAAPNk/B15piEGKfPk/s72-c/2011-06-24+16.07.22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-1440449949382646069</id><published>2011-07-24T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:50:56.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourth of july'/><title type='text'>Love the festivities.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWzpFtZqi40/Tiz9uxFOLqI/AAAAAAAAPMs/H8Iu-xzyENQ/s1600/2011-07-05+00.21.07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LWzpFtZqi40/Tiz9uxFOLqI/AAAAAAAAPMs/H8Iu-xzyENQ/s320/2011-07-05+00.21.07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm going to start this post with a picture. Obviously. You figured that out. If you can guess what this is. I will personally kiss you on the cheek. Do you even want that? Oh well. Try to guess. I tell you in a few weeks when I have time to post on my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I have tons of time now? Well truth is...I don't. You see, Sally thought it would be a good idea to work at a snow cone shack during this summer while I am not working. Problem is, I picked up a summer school job teaching Kindergarten kids who aren't ready for K and K kids who aren't ready for first grade. And, problem is, I am trying to get ready for swiss days....so ya..time is limited. Well I live in the shack, and summer school is stressful because I'm trying to get these kids somewhat on level. Teacher stress. You know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdpIvZpZha8/Tiz-JYLnAkI/AAAAAAAAPM8/Qd1SM9mrw6w/s1600/2011-07-04+18.50.16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YdpIvZpZha8/Tiz-JYLnAkI/AAAAAAAAPM8/Qd1SM9mrw6w/s320/2011-07-04+18.50.16.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's stop talking about stress. Let's talk about the fourth of July. This is a mixture that we put together before we nuked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I call liquid nitrogen. Nuked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvZL6CJEjfY/Tiz_v8G3V_I/AAAAAAAAPNA/WrkIfZfaYtg/s1600/2011-07-04+18.51.34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvZL6CJEjfY/Tiz_v8G3V_I/AAAAAAAAPNA/WrkIfZfaYtg/s320/2011-07-04+18.51.34.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Being completely nuked. I don't know if 10 year olds can run the nuker. But they did. I am sure this is illegal, so I won't divulge any evidence of the situation. Clark family bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zxZkJxne9KY/Tiz_4-vOpjI/AAAAAAAAPNE/yl5iHkW6Rr0/s1600/2011-07-04+18.51.41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zxZkJxne9KY/Tiz_4-vOpjI/AAAAAAAAPNE/yl5iHkW6Rr0/s320/2011-07-04+18.51.41.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You have to use Styrofoam, otherwise...your cup would freeze and break...but it freezes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Best ice cream I've ever had. Gets all milkshaky after. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDpDX6ebvc/Tiz94JyRA7I/AAAAAAAAPMw/DnurL-6-cPc/s1600/2011-07-04+18.50.30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GDpDX6ebvc/Tiz94JyRA7I/AAAAAAAAPMw/DnurL-6-cPc/s320/2011-07-04+18.50.30.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We left the party extremely happy. I saw one of my student's that was Brad's cousin's child, and that was fun, and it's good to try to get to know everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-GS55_VAPg/Ti0ABnW29QI/AAAAAAAAPNI/FKt4bZO9cB8/s1600/2011-07-04+20.40.51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_-GS55_VAPg/Ti0ABnW29QI/AAAAAAAAPNI/FKt4bZO9cB8/s320/2011-07-04+20.40.51.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that party, we went to this party at my sister's house in Midway. Jeremy (married to sis Hannah) bought legit fireworks. Midway on fourth of July, best fireworks ever! Not even kidding.&lt;span id="goog_1549949601"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1549949602"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6i7jGXTUJI/Ti0Bk28VZeI/AAAAAAAAPNM/_lGKIPxgtYg/s1600/2011-07-04+20.39.03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d6i7jGXTUJI/Ti0Bk28VZeI/AAAAAAAAPNM/_lGKIPxgtYg/s320/2011-07-04+20.39.03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance and Tosha have a perfect backyard. Enough of my family live down here now..its like...why even go anywhere else????? We kinda leave people in Standrod hangin though.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the mystery picture truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e4e509c472e58b9c" 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://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4e509c472e58b9c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330120561%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74F801DBFCEBE27E0C30A2CE27309E48485AAC80.5DFB4530D020D155BD9AAD44199B194768680C25%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4e509c472e58b9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLfS1E1w680e-yd1Y0Zn23_W8bGo&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://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4e509c472e58b9c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330120561%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74F801DBFCEBE27E0C30A2CE27309E48485AAC80.5DFB4530D020D155BD9AAD44199B194768680C25%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4e509c472e58b9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLfS1E1w680e-yd1Y0Zn23_W8bGo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-1440449949382646069?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1440449949382646069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=1440449949382646069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1440449949382646069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1440449949382646069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-festivities.html' title='Love the festivities.'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-LWzpFtZqi40/Tiz9uxFOLqI/AAAAAAAAPMs/H8Iu-xzyENQ/s72-c/2011-07-05+00.21.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-6911872728169444642</id><published>2011-06-18T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T19:05:02.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triplets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>What you have all been waiting for!!!</title><content type='html'>Who and where did we see? That's what you wanna know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnN5zQBMUK4/Tf1PaMywOKI/AAAAAAAAPIU/qtJwFKkZs9E/s1600/2011-06-11+10.21.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnN5zQBMUK4/Tf1PaMywOKI/AAAAAAAAPIU/qtJwFKkZs9E/s320/2011-06-11+10.21.55.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was your clue. And yes you may have guessed Vail, CO and you were right!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now for the celebs we saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLEvffwxFZc/Tf1SjB46vVI/AAAAAAAAPJE/dw9L1NMn5AQ/s1600/2011-06-10+13.32.41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLEvffwxFZc/Tf1SjB46vVI/AAAAAAAAPJE/dw9L1NMn5AQ/s320/2011-06-10+13.32.41.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course the triplets! The triplets I was a nanny for in El Paso, TX back in 2007. Wow so long ago. They were just cute babies. Now they are all grown up and think kisses are gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Th4fVcUtaXM/Tf1UH0Mu7UI/AAAAAAAAPJM/ipXZc9iRV4U/s1600/d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Th4fVcUtaXM/Tf1UH0Mu7UI/AAAAAAAAPJM/ipXZc9iRV4U/s320/d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Back in 07 when Trevor would kiss me. Now they scream and yell and think it's so Weird!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOOkVabjeaw/Tf1UkTEqC_I/AAAAAAAAPJQ/2PR5ZaNXt5k/s1600/re3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOOkVabjeaw/Tf1UkTEqC_I/AAAAAAAAPJQ/2PR5ZaNXt5k/s320/re3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What fun we had in Texas!! This is Bryce. Look at those cheeks! Oh it hurts me that they are grown up. But they say the greatest things at six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65GRStlHgds/Tf1PE9tCvdI/AAAAAAAAPII/5HPThO775oc/s1600/2011-06-10+10.08.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65GRStlHgds/Tf1PE9tCvdI/AAAAAAAAPII/5HPThO775oc/s320/2011-06-10+10.08.10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they confessed to me that they like Brad better. He can throw the ball with them at the park. He can talk about manly stuff. He can build their legos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3b1GXRvI5l4/Tf1SVODWEOI/AAAAAAAAPJA/nCEE7IuJN6o/s1600/2011-06-10+13.32.32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3b1GXRvI5l4/Tf1SVODWEOI/AAAAAAAAPJA/nCEE7IuJN6o/s320/2011-06-10+13.32.32.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vail is so gorgeous in the summer. I like it in the winter, but just adore it in the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tracy called us and said, Come up for a weekend we will be in Vail for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;SO OF COURSE! They are moving to Chicago, so I don't know how I'm going to deal with them being so far away. They live in a beautiful area so quaint and posh. Can't wait to visit them there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have a family condo in Vail so we just traveled the journey right on up that hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OF course we had twizzlers for brad, sour gummy worms for me. And I ate too much on that trip. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Um4aFfecm8A/Tf1PO6nBJEI/AAAAAAAAPIQ/kDY3-Xqy1vo/s1600/2011-06-11+10.17.23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Um4aFfecm8A/Tf1PO6nBJEI/AAAAAAAAPIQ/kDY3-Xqy1vo/s320/2011-06-11+10.17.23.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went on a gorgeous hike. Trevor of course wanted to go so far up. He never wants to stop. He is bigger and just more "BOY" than Bryce and Reid. Some things never change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QGmQg1sgtnY/Tf1Pj0ORntI/AAAAAAAAPIY/vxuKvWDAL0o/s1600/2011-06-11+10.25.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QGmQg1sgtnY/Tf1Pj0ORntI/AAAAAAAAPIY/vxuKvWDAL0o/s320/2011-06-11+10.25.05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_3TCqKEjRE/Tf1P3rPYAlI/AAAAAAAAPIg/YKCuKwl4-Xg/s1600/2011-06-11+11.00.14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N_3TCqKEjRE/Tf1P3rPYAlI/AAAAAAAAPIg/YKCuKwl4-Xg/s320/2011-06-11+11.00.14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hike was wonderful and we were passing hard core hikers with boots and everything. Love it! Six year olds are intense. On the way down the boys just kept fallin on their bums and sliding down on the steep parts. Tracy told Reid that he was going to have to change his clothes and he said, "Why Mom, the dirt is brown and so are my shorts"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DUH MOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was like head to toe in dust and dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fuvxTgTTNnE/Tf1Rrl0RmcI/AAAAAAAAPI4/Asr0SlhF0Tw/s1600/2011-06-10+13.18.10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fuvxTgTTNnE/Tf1Rrl0RmcI/AAAAAAAAPI4/Asr0SlhF0Tw/s320/2011-06-10+13.18.10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then rode up the Gondala and had the best brisket sandwiches. Yum! We forgot to use our food vouchers that we bought a thousand feet below. OF COURSE WE DID!!! (Of course is like my new favorite word! Totally I'm 16 again!!! Like ya!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad taught them the ways of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttYigQAKSlA/Tf1RbIJgeII/AAAAAAAAPIo/R6WJdxUxBnQ/s1600/2011-06-10+12.23.49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttYigQAKSlA/Tf1RbIJgeII/AAAAAAAAPIo/R6WJdxUxBnQ/s320/2011-06-10+12.23.49.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got to do all sorts of fun stuff at the top. Bouncy bungie cords with snow all around us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBhc0W_eiUg/Tf1RN0gcq7I/AAAAAAAAPIk/tjIsWffSSIA/s1600/2011-06-10+12.06.27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBhc0W_eiUg/Tf1RN0gcq7I/AAAAAAAAPIk/tjIsWffSSIA/s320/2011-06-10+12.06.27.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rock climb and ring a siren at the top. Time ourselves and see how we improved from our 1st 2nd and 3rd climb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxHW-YJWfoM/Tf1SBIBVXHI/AAAAAAAAPI8/3KoAUOlZOOU/s1600/2011-06-10+13.32.23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxHW-YJWfoM/Tf1SBIBVXHI/AAAAAAAAPI8/3KoAUOlZOOU/s320/2011-06-10+13.32.23.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then OF COURSE we spent time walking all around the Vail village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry. I'll tell you real celebs we saw. No offense cute Tracy and Triplets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLEvffwxFZc/Tf1SjB46vVI/AAAAAAAAPJE/dw9L1NMn5AQ/s1600/2011-06-10+13.32.41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLEvffwxFZc/Tf1SjB46vVI/AAAAAAAAPJE/dw9L1NMn5AQ/s320/2011-06-10+13.32.41.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You guys are adorable too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shock and AWE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have any of you seen Gilmore Girls???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have any of you seen rugged dreamy Luke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LPs7fqXLp4o/Tf1Xf_z30JI/AAAAAAAAPJU/BcdaFDssaBA/s1600/gilmore-742957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LPs7fqXLp4o/Tf1Xf_z30JI/AAAAAAAAPJU/BcdaFDssaBA/s320/gilmore-742957.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well have you seen THE EVENT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNrFGpd-EvY/Tf1X2ORL5LI/AAAAAAAAPJY/2nJ3zDSEvT0/s1600/scott-patterson-sarah-roemer-nbc-the-event-s01e13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNrFGpd-EvY/Tf1X2ORL5LI/AAAAAAAAPJY/2nJ3zDSEvT0/s320/scott-patterson-sarah-roemer-nbc-the-event-s01e13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Basically I love these two shows. Basically when we were the only ones in a crepe cafe and Scott Patterson from Gilmore Girls, and The Event walked in with his not good looking GFriend. I started to second guess reality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why was Luke in this crepe shop with me?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why wasn't he fighting off bad guys on The Event????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So out of body experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iUaL3H6LJtA/Tf1YzaNcWmI/AAAAAAAAPJc/amYT2Mji-ME/s1600/scott-patterson-saw-v-01-nc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iUaL3H6LJtA/Tf1YzaNcWmI/AAAAAAAAPJc/amYT2Mji-ME/s320/scott-patterson-saw-v-01-nc.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was with her. And I would have to say he looked terrible. He was on crutches and had a big brace. But she was so mismatched. She had on a camo hat and a bright colored shirt with tight black pants. I was like, wow, style is obsolete I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad wouldn't let me get a pic with him because he looked like he was in so much pain and miserable, but I loved the fact that I saw him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In real person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Welp thats all OF COURSE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-6911872728169444642?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6911872728169444642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=6911872728169444642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/6911872728169444642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/6911872728169444642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-you-have-all-been-waiting-for.html' title='What you have all been waiting for!!!'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-RnN5zQBMUK4/Tf1PaMywOKI/AAAAAAAAPIU/qtJwFKkZs9E/s72-c/2011-06-11+10.21.55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-2746647611938237304</id><published>2011-06-15T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:30:32.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Party all over the place.</title><content type='html'>Faith is my little sister. She is number 16. Today was Faith's birthday. She turned four. How would it be to be four? She has been at my house since Sunday night (Brooke has taken her Mon and Tues night but now I have her crashed on my love sac after this tough day). I went to get her pictures taken at JCPENNY. Never go there unless you have a coupon and still want to spend a million. Seriously. But they turned out adorable. And a cd cost 149.99. So I just print screened these from the online album. Illegal? Ya, but I don't care at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3TuwgwNicQ/Tfl3xBX4ujI/AAAAAAAAPHg/4E-IzROTmDQ/s1600/2011-06-15+13.26.51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3TuwgwNicQ/Tfl3xBX4ujI/AAAAAAAAPHg/4E-IzROTmDQ/s320/2011-06-15+13.26.51.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was a camera phone sneak in :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZZXZmCd-Kk/Tfl1AmaOy2I/AAAAAAAAPG0/-DxjcSncSqc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-15+at+3.46.35+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZZXZmCd-Kk/Tfl1AmaOy2I/AAAAAAAAPG0/-DxjcSncSqc/s320/Screen+shot+2011-06-15+at+3.46.35+PM.png" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qxt_0oBEnrE/Tfl1XxrDpLI/AAAAAAAAPHA/xcr62rGuLUY/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-15+at+4.11.48+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qxt_0oBEnrE/Tfl1XxrDpLI/AAAAAAAAPHA/xcr62rGuLUY/s320/Screen+shot+2011-06-15+at+4.11.48+PM.png" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYIPhI0EP_0/Tfl1dBPb53I/AAAAAAAAPHE/uroST86wvIE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-15+at+4.12.51+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYIPhI0EP_0/Tfl1dBPb53I/AAAAAAAAPHE/uroST86wvIE/s320/Screen+shot+2011-06-15+at+4.12.51+PM.png" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Sru3UZTU3U/Tfl1h03_csI/AAAAAAAAPHI/DzZHZR1Sl00/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-15+at+4.13.28+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Sru3UZTU3U/Tfl1h03_csI/AAAAAAAAPHI/DzZHZR1Sl00/s320/Screen+shot+2011-06-15+at+4.13.28+PM.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKBDq49NcQU/Tfl1San8OOI/AAAAAAAAPG8/1ZJv-tS5ss4/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-15+at+4.10.32+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKBDq49NcQU/Tfl1San8OOI/AAAAAAAAPG8/1ZJv-tS5ss4/s320/Screen+shot+2011-06-15+at+4.10.32+PM.png" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you have never taken a screen shot before. This is it. Then you crop it :) Screw 149.00. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bygR0LoS4dE/Tfl1OiNbEKI/AAAAAAAAPG4/QFDzLnU4KfE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-06-15+at+3.46.38+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bygR0LoS4dE/Tfl1OiNbEKI/AAAAAAAAPG4/QFDzLnU4KfE/s320/Screen+shot+2011-06-15+at+3.46.38+PM.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are just a few out of the 27 pictures. All of them were too cute to be true!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little surprise party. She crawled in because she was grumpy and shy. Brooke got cupcakes from sweet tooth fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a successful birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did scream at me in the morning, "STOP SAYING ITS MY BIRTHDAY I DON'T WANT A BIRTHDAY!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I just took it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note for all you mothers)&lt;br /&gt;I sent my mom the link to look at the images. My mom has watched 16 grow up. This is her baby. She said she sobbed and sobbed over the pictures. Realizing that she is grown up. I think we should just video their lives, then we will never miss anything. No, just try to enjoy the moment. Because my mom is going through a tough time watchin her last one become four :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-2746647611938237304?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2746647611938237304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=2746647611938237304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/2746647611938237304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/2746647611938237304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/06/party-all-over-place.html' title='Party all over the place.'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-m3TuwgwNicQ/Tfl3xBX4ujI/AAAAAAAAPHg/4E-IzROTmDQ/s72-c/2011-06-15+13.26.51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-3223490068551566568</id><published>2011-06-14T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:22:30.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Stink in my face.</title><content type='html'>So this guy is making our baby wrap logo, and he stinked. That is how I talk. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;We pay him and he was terrible. Tosha made some cute ones for us, but Chelsea's (Sis in law) husband insisted we do it professional. Well we told him we hated them, then he has to re-do them. So he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would show them but.... they are too ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I made a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freakin love campbells soup recipes. You think they would be terrible but they aren't. I got this for a wedding/shower present. I don't remember who gave it to me. So if you did. Thank you again. So if you love easy cooking, and have lots of leftover stuff. Buy this on AMAZON for .01 cent plus 3.99 shipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Campbells-Cooking-Editors-Publications-International/dp/1412721083/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1308114762&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;SOUP COOKBOOK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a pita pizza. I was trying to figure out the calories and I was right around 390, then Brad said, &lt;br /&gt;"BRIT, who cares its healthy okay!?"&lt;br /&gt;Alright Brad ee bear! I get it. You want to think you are just eating unhealthy, and eating a pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Not a pita with onions, peppers, artichoke hearts, pepperjack jalapeno cheese, shredded carrots! Thats right!, chicken and cream of mushroom soup with some other random spices!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt5MvLKc9H4/TfhAoSnyhKI/AAAAAAAAPFw/BNEh2VEFzgg/s1600/2011-06-14+19.52.02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt5MvLKc9H4/TfhAoSnyhKI/AAAAAAAAPFw/BNEh2VEFzgg/s320/2011-06-14+19.52.02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The fresh tomatoes on top are Brad and Sally's. Really if you need a new cookbook. I love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ujWoW1pEzs/TfhAyCUCGeI/AAAAAAAAPF4/akrE_goPdgE/s320/2011-06-11+10.21.55.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My next post will be about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did we go? What did we see? Who did we see? All the details to come later.&lt;br /&gt;We saw many famous people.&lt;br /&gt;It is not Park City.&lt;br /&gt;It is not Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;It is not Canada.&lt;br /&gt;It is not Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;It is not Utah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Believe it! We took a road trip. I ate too many packages of sour gummy worms and licorice and jerky.&lt;br /&gt;Hence why the scale broke today at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-3223490068551566568?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3223490068551566568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=3223490068551566568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3223490068551566568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3223490068551566568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/06/stink-in-my-face.html' title='Stink in my face.'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-Xt5MvLKc9H4/TfhAoSnyhKI/AAAAAAAAPFw/BNEh2VEFzgg/s72-c/2011-06-14+19.52.02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-5947048330368888114</id><published>2011-06-12T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:55:43.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>So much stuff</title><content type='html'>Chels and I got into swiss days with our baby wraps....&lt;br /&gt;Good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;Good because we can make lots of money.&lt;br /&gt;Bad because its tons of work and Chel is in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I am going to make my last big fabric purchase tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted on when Swiss days is, and how you can come visit me, Brooke, Tosha, and SUMMER at Swiss Days.&lt;br /&gt;Why did I sign up for this?&lt;br /&gt;I guess to have fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;Faith called me today. She turns four on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Brittany I want to come to your house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhS2yYbnSBM/TfWleA7NZ0I/AAAAAAAAPE8/Xoz5I8KxYCc/s1600/Photo+on+2011-06-12+at+23.39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhS2yYbnSBM/TfWleA7NZ0I/AAAAAAAAPE8/Xoz5I8KxYCc/s320/Photo+on+2011-06-12+at+23.39.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jV73AuwlW80/TfWlkEzrtpI/AAAAAAAAPFE/NG2AS0DuO5k/s1600/Photo+on+2011-06-12+at+23.39+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jV73AuwlW80/TfWlkEzrtpI/AAAAAAAAPFE/NG2AS0DuO5k/s320/Photo+on+2011-06-12+at+23.39+%25234.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJQ24ZVpMEM/TfWlnrB2fJI/AAAAAAAAPFI/ch6ABd2VUiE/s1600/Photo+on+2011-06-12+at+23.39+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lJQ24ZVpMEM/TfWlnrB2fJI/AAAAAAAAPFI/ch6ABd2VUiE/s320/Photo+on+2011-06-12+at+23.39+%25233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me, "Oh really?"&lt;br /&gt;Faith, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Why don't you like your house."&lt;br /&gt;Faith, "No, I like it but Dad is mad at me because I scream."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Well are you going to scream at my house?"&lt;br /&gt;Faith, "Long pause....well yes!"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Well I don't like screaming."&lt;br /&gt;Faith, "Okay I wont, now will you just tend me?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Okay I can tend you!"&lt;br /&gt;So now she is watching Finding Nemo, Brad went to do research and its 11:48 PM and we are still awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point will she fall asleep?&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday is on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what she wanted to do. Ice cream? New clothes? Bowling?&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't understand what my point is in doing these things on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Country girl I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Medical School Status &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We filled out tons of secondary applications.&lt;br /&gt;Watched our savings account drain a little more.&lt;br /&gt;Wrote some more essays, lost them due to computer programs, then wrote them again.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Dallas score a victory! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2111565215"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2111565216"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-5947048330368888114?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5947048330368888114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=5947048330368888114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5947048330368888114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5947048330368888114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-much-stuff.html' title='So much stuff'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-YhS2yYbnSBM/TfWleA7NZ0I/AAAAAAAAPE8/Xoz5I8KxYCc/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-06-12+at+23.39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-1069486780847465463</id><published>2011-06-07T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:33:31.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><title type='text'>Taken a rest.</title><content type='html'>Is it weird that I went from busy busy busy busy busy busy to cleaning my house and cooking dinner and having no schedule. I love this life of laziness and accomplishing things that really need to be done. But I just kinda feel that I am NOT accomplishing anything..but I have to remind myself that I am! Organizing disaster room, filing all of our bills and documents that I just stack then they get piled up to a disaster level. It feels nice to do these things. Phewph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went golfing this morning, Brad got me new golf shoes, and we are working on clubs. I am getting so much better! I love to golf. I have to go with other people besides Brad or I get too mad at him for trying to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was so so tired so I came home and slept! When is the last time I took a nap at 2 in the PM! Years ago! Brad always books the weekend with busy fun stuff so I don't nap on those days! I love naps. Brad says they make him fill groggy and wasteful, they make me feel cozy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the gym. I bought loads of produce at BUY LOW then went to check out and my total was 12.00! Love it! 4 pounds of oranges for 1.00, cant beat that. It used to be 8 pounds for one dolla, but 4 is still awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have a recap of my lazy fun summer. I hope yours is just as enjoyable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my cute sister and her cute family!&lt;br /&gt;She just got her family pictures and I love them! It is on the header of her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeremyandhannahskinner.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jeremyandhannahskinner.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives in AZ and her husband is a dentist, and she has four adorable girls whom I love to hang out with. Maddie, Molly, Halle, Hazel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-1069486780847465463?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1069486780847465463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=1069486780847465463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1069486780847465463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1069486780847465463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/06/taken-rest.html' title='Taken a rest.'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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-4316077214851000014.post-3570237361959835033</id><published>2011-06-06T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:42:10.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Birthday Boy Bradley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You are wondering what he got for his birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jY7BJj9rp3A/TezqALGZJhI/AAAAAAAAPCo/2NKbMrINzKU/s1600/P1150451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jY7BJj9rp3A/TezqALGZJhI/AAAAAAAAPCo/2NKbMrINzKU/s320/P1150451.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was hard for him to guess since it said Baseball all over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jYvKrup7Fg/TezqD-xJN2I/AAAAAAAAPCs/XoTx8ccXz-k/s1600/P1150454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jYvKrup7Fg/TezqD-xJN2I/AAAAAAAAPCs/XoTx8ccXz-k/s320/P1150454.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And he picked it out. And on the bottom of the box it said GLOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wthjVtkurJo/TezqH-0uIUI/AAAAAAAAPCw/rRcxdSsWLHk/s1600/P1150455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wthjVtkurJo/TezqH-0uIUI/AAAAAAAAPCw/rRcxdSsWLHk/s320/P1150455.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;See, the story is....I got him a glove for his 22nd birthday. Turns out only the palm was leather, and he pretended to like it for 2 years...He made excuses though "It's too small, I like my old one" and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvR2yYsIdLc/TezqMWFSvOI/AAAAAAAAPC0/qa378jLOE10/s1600/P1150456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvR2yYsIdLc/TezqMWFSvOI/AAAAAAAAPC0/qa378jLOE10/s320/P1150456.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So he wanted one that was all leather... So this one wasn't a surprise. So I picked him out some other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AK7Kfn1IVvc/TezqP9dvY4I/AAAAAAAAPC4/BpOhqtnSmHc/s1600/P1150457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AK7Kfn1IVvc/TezqP9dvY4I/AAAAAAAAPC4/BpOhqtnSmHc/s320/P1150457.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That was a surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DNi4T2P485A/TezqTEV8QuI/AAAAAAAAPC8/WMZiErzYQI0/s1600/P1150459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DNi4T2P485A/TezqTEV8QuI/AAAAAAAAPC8/WMZiErzYQI0/s320/P1150459.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He liked the in car air compressor, that can air up tires, balls, pool tools etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHOd10KTgjs/TezqXcwjz4I/AAAAAAAAPDA/nbQe-KP3fqU/s1600/P1150460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHOd10KTgjs/TezqXcwjz4I/AAAAAAAAPDA/nbQe-KP3fqU/s320/P1150460.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then I got him swim shorts! They are his favorite color. And have cute sharks on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dewvuI3s1Aw/TezqbQsaOHI/AAAAAAAAPDE/A2va0_Dzv_0/s1600/P1150461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dewvuI3s1Aw/TezqbQsaOHI/AAAAAAAAPDE/A2va0_Dzv_0/s320/P1150461.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was such a happy boy with his new mitt. We went and played right away. Then we went later with Sally and Greg, then he went again later with his friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ybrJjYyW8I/Tezqf1KyHuI/AAAAAAAAPDM/_ONvT4QAW4c/s1600/P1150462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ybrJjYyW8I/Tezqf1KyHuI/AAAAAAAAPDM/_ONvT4QAW4c/s320/P1150462.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remi got him something she picked out herself. Brad was so good at being happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U14q_uQ0HG4/TezqjQxI0NI/AAAAAAAAPDQ/77zanzcQirQ/s1600/P1150463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U14q_uQ0HG4/TezqjQxI0NI/AAAAAAAAPDQ/77zanzcQirQ/s320/P1150463.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Toy kitchen stuff!! Yes!! Just what I wanted!!! Some ABC blocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tosha took back the rolling pin and left me the drumstick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PaccobfJTbI/Tezqr0Q53QI/AAAAAAAAPDU/A4YLAqLvIIQ/s1600/P1150464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PaccobfJTbI/Tezqr0Q53QI/AAAAAAAAPDU/A4YLAqLvIIQ/s320/P1150464.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ashtyn loved the Hammock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lLKvSpdEN-Q/TezqwA9FyaI/AAAAAAAAPDY/3t0zKyDyBT0/s1600/P1150465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lLKvSpdEN-Q/TezqwA9FyaI/AAAAAAAAPDY/3t0zKyDyBT0/s320/P1150465.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y34dXhoRoug/Tezq6MN8cmI/AAAAAAAAPDg/UQnU7uEpWXo/s1600/P1150468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y34dXhoRoug/Tezq6MN8cmI/AAAAAAAAPDg/UQnU7uEpWXo/s320/P1150468.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been telling Brad, 24 is old Brad. It's like the age when you have to be more responsible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Pe0xTRkGqA/Tezq-PbXUOI/AAAAAAAAPDk/BrmWQDyIH9o/s1600/P1150469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Pe0xTRkGqA/Tezq-PbXUOI/AAAAAAAAPDk/BrmWQDyIH9o/s320/P1150469.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got him Coldstone cookie dough cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5l7zfSI49Lc/TezrCAvDo-I/AAAAAAAAPDo/kwqHmMfE5HM/s1600/P1150470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5l7zfSI49Lc/TezrCAvDo-I/AAAAAAAAPDo/kwqHmMfE5HM/s320/P1150470.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We couldn't get enough of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIFoZIjlGS8/TezrGtEep-I/AAAAAAAAPDs/XTHTA9lk8qA/s1600/P1150471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIFoZIjlGS8/TezrGtEep-I/AAAAAAAAPDs/XTHTA9lk8qA/s320/P1150471.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WX8UcKyuhP8/TezrMOHMoJI/AAAAAAAAPDw/WTRW8DEsrMw/s1600/P1150472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WX8UcKyuhP8/TezrMOHMoJI/AAAAAAAAPDw/WTRW8DEsrMw/s320/P1150472.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is him contemplating his memorable birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gCUqxXRfS-A/TezrQhucNgI/AAAAAAAAPD0/4rDOSh12jFM/s1600/P1150474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gCUqxXRfS-A/TezrQhucNgI/AAAAAAAAPD0/4rDOSh12jFM/s320/P1150474.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Brad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-3570237361959835033?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3570237361959835033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=3570237361959835033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3570237361959835033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3570237361959835033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-boy-bradley.html' title='Birthday Boy Bradley'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-jY7BJj9rp3A/TezqALGZJhI/AAAAAAAAPCo/2NKbMrINzKU/s72-c/P1150451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-2522499041524446816</id><published>2011-06-04T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:19:57.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Echo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shad graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tosha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chandler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>If anyone</title><content type='html'>If anyone is planning on applying and going to medical school, let me give you some preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-OpqkWb_n8/TepSedZrsiI/AAAAAAAAO_U/m3RY1GcWuSM/s1600/P1150450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-OpqkWb_n8/TepSedZrsiI/AAAAAAAAO_U/m3RY1GcWuSM/s320/P1150450.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare to save thousands of dollars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; MCAT PREP COURSE 1800&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MCAT 230&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MCAT RESCHEDULE 40&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;APPLICATION FEES 1650&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2nd APPLICATION FEES (unknown amount, but probably in the hundreds)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;INTERVIEWING AT ALL THE SCHOOLS (unknown amount but probably in the thousands)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare to have high levels of stress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare to have high levels of fatigue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare to re-write all the application essays (4 times)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare to ask several people for letters of recommendation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare for those people not to turn them in on time causing more levels of stress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare for at least 45 hours filling out applications&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare for the individual applying to medical school to lose countless hours of sleep due to stress and fatigue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare for anxiety&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;MCAT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting for scores&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting for application results&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting for interviews&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare for Eating Disorders due to the above&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare for all sorts of emotions at any time from the spouse or applicant due to the stress and fatigue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare for all your prayers to include the following words:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;MCAT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Application&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medical school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please get in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please help us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hopefully if you were considering applying, you have an idea of what you are going to go through.&lt;br /&gt;Now that everything is completed, it just still doesn't feel normal in my household. It feels....musty.&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm not sure what is going to be happening so I want to be happy and I am, but it feels like the happiness has this lurkiness to it. Like it is going to be crushed at any moment. Or, don't be happy you don't know what is about to happen to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have completed teaching school, I have completed my week of classes after the school, and now I am trying to revive the potted plant that a student gave me because I forgot it in my classroom with no windows, light or water for 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she gave it to me, it had 7 or 8 snails of all shapes and sizes in it. Quite exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Many of you may know it is Brad's birthday on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to have a party for him today, but nobody can come, so its just going to be a bbq with me him and two of our friends. He tried to cancel the party, but I said NO! We are having a party for you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let me give you our past life in a few seconds via pictures and a few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea got married and had an open house before the wedding, here is Brad's brother Mike, wife Janeen, (who just graduated from medical school-both of them!) And me and Brad of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7cmexkFQB8/TepTLZQZ9rI/AAAAAAAAO_k/bFmS4KEx5o0/s1600/P1140944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7cmexkFQB8/TepTLZQZ9rI/AAAAAAAAO_k/bFmS4KEx5o0/s320/P1140944.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiKmucKySGg/TepTVXY7PDI/AAAAAAAAO_4/efFEmasJpq0/s1600/P1140959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiKmucKySGg/TepTVXY7PDI/AAAAAAAAO_4/efFEmasJpq0/s320/P1140959.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJg-0qoLVEU/TepTRHc8FDI/AAAAAAAAO_s/AlXKzcMLRBE/s1600/P1140957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJg-0qoLVEU/TepTRHc8FDI/AAAAAAAAO_s/AlXKzcMLRBE/s320/P1140957.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is me right after that open house, making Chels' bouquet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVdTYztQsIY/TepTZDhU5XI/AAAAAAAAO_8/rU_nLewCzaA/s1600/P1140969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVdTYztQsIY/TepTZDhU5XI/AAAAAAAAO_8/rU_nLewCzaA/s320/P1140969.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is Chels after being married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y9ulQRNVlQU/TepTdjXRKBI/AAAAAAAAPAE/4wegeFKInTk/s1600/P1140972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y9ulQRNVlQU/TepTdjXRKBI/AAAAAAAAPAE/4wegeFKInTk/s320/P1140972.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are very happy, and now in Africa. &lt;a href="http://www.spencerventure.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.spencerventure.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read all about their African Humanitarian trip and wish she was here with me like I am doing. That made no sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5iCf0jx7Zc/TepThfi9X-I/AAAAAAAAPAM/FvdRmOQGAV8/s1600/P1140973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shad graduated from high school!!! We traveled there and back in one night in a rainstorm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwUx2S76ci8/TepTlyq4fqI/AAAAAAAAPAY/pe7E8EjOBSo/s1600/P1150308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nwUx2S76ci8/TepTlyq4fqI/AAAAAAAAPAY/pe7E8EjOBSo/s320/P1150308.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is his graduating class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EtQ1ydz4tzg/TepTqGGuMQI/AAAAAAAAPAg/wxv2ZAVwoO4/s320/P1150320.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All my siblings made it to the graduation!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-04E2suyoFqQ/TepTtEFDJlI/AAAAAAAAPAw/hkBkLCprmwA/s1600/P1150321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-04E2suyoFqQ/TepTtEFDJlI/AAAAAAAAPAw/hkBkLCprmwA/s320/P1150321.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Hannah's fourth baby!! Hazel. Brad and I just need to practice for our family pictures that's all this was!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu8C2HK3SxQ/TepTvz3_jhI/AAAAAAAAPA0/Z4CetIM6yCU/s1600/P1150326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu8C2HK3SxQ/TepTvz3_jhI/AAAAAAAAPA0/Z4CetIM6yCU/s320/P1150326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was this little friend's birthday. She turned one. We had the party in the home ec room right after the graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Im1L8nGqnwU/TepTy6sLGmI/AAAAAAAAPA4/gtpMf8F0Ems/s1600/P1150327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Im1L8nGqnwU/TepTy6sLGmI/AAAAAAAAPA4/gtpMf8F0Ems/s320/P1150327.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is too cute. I gave her that top when she was born! Crazy!!!! Time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tz_F3loWxi8/TepT2EVyvqI/AAAAAAAAPA8/eIlSNPl92Fo/s1600/P1150329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tz_F3loWxi8/TepT2EVyvqI/AAAAAAAAPA8/eIlSNPl92Fo/s320/P1150329.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MFtjS13988/TepT5WyCVFI/AAAAAAAAPBA/PNzk9Bf4G2Q/s1600/P1150339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8MFtjS13988/TepT5WyCVFI/AAAAAAAAPBA/PNzk9Bf4G2Q/s320/P1150339.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Brad holding Amanda and Tanner's newest (Emmett). He looks like Ian right here.....he is making a 'get me outta here' face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GR_x9qK0P48/TepT9wiMU8I/AAAAAAAAPBE/iPnro6z2vHw/s1600/P1150352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GR_x9qK0P48/TepT9wiMU8I/AAAAAAAAPBE/iPnro6z2vHw/s320/P1150352.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is my siblings. Except Ethan, he was not coming to the picture for some reason.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLsIUAZXpes/TepUOQ7o9yI/AAAAAAAAPBI/AGK-k4msfMo/s1600/P1150364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLsIUAZXpes/TepUOQ7o9yI/AAAAAAAAPBI/AGK-k4msfMo/s320/P1150364.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now here is all of us, with Ethan, without Shad....it was a rough night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjaYzh7DxDM/TepUf4iGm7I/AAAAAAAAPBQ/smcf28rtynU/s1600/P1150365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjaYzh7DxDM/TepUf4iGm7I/AAAAAAAAPBQ/smcf28rtynU/s320/P1150365.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course there is always a girls picture...Why I am the shortest I'll never know...I was blessed in other ways I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOyvukJNtTg/TepUyr9UB5I/AAAAAAAAPBU/dGi_zopjajs/s1600/P1150370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOyvukJNtTg/TepUyr9UB5I/AAAAAAAAPBU/dGi_zopjajs/s320/P1150370.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I pinched Summer's bum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1KYzTkdsUWI/TepVDhl-l9I/AAAAAAAAPBY/r5KOEBsanzc/s1600/P1150375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1KYzTkdsUWI/TepVDhl-l9I/AAAAAAAAPBY/r5KOEBsanzc/s320/P1150375.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It wasn't even Faith's birthday, and she stole the thunder from Jemma... Such a dilemma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFFRmuuU4Vo/TepVTKqeeDI/AAAAAAAAPBc/YpT7vn7rhKc/s1600/P1150383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFFRmuuU4Vo/TepVTKqeeDI/AAAAAAAAPBc/YpT7vn7rhKc/s320/P1150383.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jemma knows how to party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1eAI3azgWc/TepZDgkhaFI/AAAAAAAAPCI/lUtsDOq65OQ/s1600/P1150340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1eAI3azgWc/TepZDgkhaFI/AAAAAAAAPCI/lUtsDOq65OQ/s320/P1150340.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma and Grampy made an appearance, Daven is a cousin in the background :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U7RwAc9NOto/TepY-ycMrSI/AAAAAAAAPCE/S6JeHtWBItk/s1600/P1150337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U7RwAc9NOto/TepY-ycMrSI/AAAAAAAAPCE/S6JeHtWBItk/s320/P1150337.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amanda said this was there first family picture! I feel honored. They are so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ul9O_cIS4Us/TepY7ZXbiWI/AAAAAAAAPCA/3uUrYuG8eUs/s1600/P1150336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qajrqoYbAk/TepVWO5WDZI/AAAAAAAAPBg/h0cyvDyoAUs/s1600/P1150402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qajrqoYbAk/TepVWO5WDZI/AAAAAAAAPBg/h0cyvDyoAUs/s320/P1150402.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We know how to party!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and my Kindergarten friends graduated from K, so I made them all a very simple scrapbook page with two sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmsTOu0YYrk/TepVaf-YhNI/AAAAAAAAPBk/HG-o9FON0ZE/s1600/P1150434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xmsTOu0YYrk/TepVaf-YhNI/AAAAAAAAPBk/HG-o9FON0ZE/s320/P1150434.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I may miss these little friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nB8CViGB6po/TepYoa73mgI/AAAAAAAAPBw/ZPzNsMe1uPg/s1600/P1150252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nB8CViGB6po/TepYoa73mgI/AAAAAAAAPBw/ZPzNsMe1uPg/s320/P1150252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last day of school was hardest ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's a wrap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned for exciting Summer adventures ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-2522499041524446816?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2522499041524446816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=2522499041524446816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/2522499041524446816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/2522499041524446816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-anyone.html' title='If anyone'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-b-OpqkWb_n8/TepSedZrsiI/AAAAAAAAO_U/m3RY1GcWuSM/s72-c/P1150450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-8355862091679040876</id><published>2011-05-15T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:24:23.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='may'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>My day consists of waking up at seven, going to school at 7:30 teaching from 8:40-11:50, then eating lunch while getting ready for the day, the PM kids come at 12:10. Then I re do what I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stay at the school usually till about 5 getting ready for the next day. Then I may go to the gym, go home and go to the park, or just go home and crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I only have 9 days left of that. After 160 days of it. I am almost done. And I am tired. So I'm so tired that I applied for a summer teaching job, at a different school, teaching the PRE K that aren't quite where they need to be to start Kindergarten, and teaching the K that aren't quite ready for first grade.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't start until July 18th and it goes only until August 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Brad and I booked our trip for our 2nd Wedding Anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;Bet you can't guess?&lt;br /&gt;Where is it? &lt;br /&gt;Cancun?&lt;br /&gt;Australia? &lt;br /&gt;Budapest?&lt;br /&gt;NO!!&lt;br /&gt;All wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Vegas again.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to build up your hope of seeing beautiful and foreign pictures..instead you will be looking at the same boring pictures that we had from Honeymoon, and year one. We just feel its a tradition and we really want to stay in a five star hotel (we stayed in 4 1/2 for our one year) so we Priceline Negotiated, and said we wanted a five star hotel on the strip for 80 bucks a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did we land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vdara.com/suites/deluxe-suite.aspx"&gt;Vdara.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click right on that word, and go visit the deluxe room (lowest available room is still a sweet suite) (don't cha love how sweet and suite sound the same but are spelled different and mean different things!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year we tried priceline 100 times and tried five star hotels from 80-120 bucks a night and could never score one!! That room we scored is about 239-199 depending on the night you go of course. So we are going for 4 nights, 80/night!! I would say we are excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vdara is a new hotel and I am excited to leave a google review on that place. (I am excited for other thigns as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I guess the main reason I made this post was to catch up but for all of you friends and family who read, and who made it to this part obviously care enough about me to read clear down here. Come on I haven't posted for a month, and you may be bored, but you do care enough to read to this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am asking you as friends and family, to say a little prayer for Bradley as he takes the MCAT in 6 days. I almost began to cry as I typed that. You see, his score will determine our lives for the next 10 years. I couldn't say that about any of my tests, except probably Marriage Development...Jk. But honestly we are both terrified, and I get butterflies every time I think about it. I have booked that day completely for myself so I have no chance to think about him in that 5 hour test. He has prepared significantly and I know with the prayers and help of friends and family he will do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading to the bottom of my heart/post, and I will keep you better posted on my life once five and six year olds don't consume and control it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-8355862091679040876?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8355862091679040876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=8355862091679040876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8355862091679040876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8355862091679040876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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-4316077214851000014.post-7595030182040909037</id><published>2011-04-01T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:12:04.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Look at how adorable...</title><content type='html'>I picked up this in Texas while I was there....how cute is it!!! Oh my gosh I love it, I keep looking down at it and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFSZwezkEDM/TZYGxREOZHI/AAAAAAAAO6k/9NxZPYPFpJY/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-01+at+11.08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFSZwezkEDM/TZYGxREOZHI/AAAAAAAAO6k/9NxZPYPFpJY/s320/Photo+on+2011-04-01+at+11.08.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FF2KiubcFNo/TZYGv0YpW2I/AAAAAAAAO6g/TpeNdpdUtG8/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-01+at+11.07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FF2KiubcFNo/TZYGv0YpW2I/AAAAAAAAO6g/TpeNdpdUtG8/s320/Photo+on+2011-04-01+at+11.07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't worry, I didn't pay my first paycheck for it :) I also went to Last Chance with Hannah in my 3 hour lay over in Phoenix. I'll show you what I got there Later!!!&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else excited for General Conference? Lounging and listening for 2 days! I love it. SO relaxing and rejuvenating. Too bad Brad has to take an MCAT practice test Saturday during the morning session :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-7595030182040909037?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7595030182040909037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=7595030182040909037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7595030182040909037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7595030182040909037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/04/look-at-how-adorable.html' title='Look at how adorable...'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/-TFSZwezkEDM/TZYGxREOZHI/AAAAAAAAO6k/9NxZPYPFpJY/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-04-01+at+11.08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-1146012837840860136</id><published>2011-03-26T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T15:50:25.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triplets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March'/><title type='text'>Took a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7oyvo7ipSIQ/TY5rvl-4rmI/AAAAAAAAO5w/skph9FV2B6M/s1600/Photo+on+2011-03-26+at+15.40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7oyvo7ipSIQ/TY5rvl-4rmI/AAAAAAAAO5w/skph9FV2B6M/s320/Photo+on+2011-03-26+at+15.40.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QPSrKOHjct4/TY5sE7PqwTI/AAAAAAAAO54/-AS6QLv9B8o/s1600/Photo+on+2011-03-26+at+15.40+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QPSrKOHjct4/TY5sE7PqwTI/AAAAAAAAO54/-AS6QLv9B8o/s320/Photo+on+2011-03-26+at+15.40+%25233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes life gets super hard. And fast. It goes fast and you realize its March and your husbands baby sister gets married and you are in Texas visiting the 2 year old triplets who are six and then you realize they aren't babies anymore and its sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dog Emma isn't 3 anymore. She is 7, and in dog years that is 49. She is old and has hip problems!! WHat? What happened to my rambunctious friend that would jump up in my arms!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since when did they play Wii? Where are the diapers? Man, time flies, and I thought oh goodness I need to savor life more. I need to go on walks, I need to get a dog, I need to call people more talk about old times, and what's happening now. I have this problem...I always look to the future, what is coming next. Now I just need to slow down and look at right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_wpqLbGbc5g/TY5syCAGlYI/AAAAAAAAO58/UMC2VLkCS2g/s1600/Photo+on+2011-03-26+at+15.44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_wpqLbGbc5g/TY5syCAGlYI/AAAAAAAAO58/UMC2VLkCS2g/s320/Photo+on+2011-03-26+at+15.44.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Right now I am watching 3 6 year olds jump over rolling logs and they act as if they are really doing it. We were in the car driving today and they said, "We are Jewish." I said, " No you go to a Jewish school but you aren't Jewish."&lt;br /&gt;Bryce: Oh, we are Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. You are American and Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;Reid: What are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm American&lt;br /&gt;Trevor: I don't even know what Jewish means.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It is a religion, like Catholic, Mormons, Methodist, it means you believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;Bryce: Ya we believe in God and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Reid: Yes, I believe in God, Jesus, and Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, oh great, when you realize Santa isn't really are you going to think God and Jesus aren't real......? We will find out I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll enjoy 85 degrees while Utah enjoys random bursts of snow, wind and rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-1146012837840860136?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1146012837840860136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=1146012837840860136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1146012837840860136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1146012837840860136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/03/took-break.html' title='Took a break'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7oyvo7ipSIQ/TY5rvl-4rmI/AAAAAAAAO5w/skph9FV2B6M/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-03-26+at+15.40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-4426277675299693032</id><published>2011-02-04T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:41:49.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick is a verb. Action verb.</title><content type='html'>You see one time in church at my family ward, Ian...my little brother who is 9 know but he was 7 at the time was sitting next to me, the speaker said, "Faith is a verb." Then I heard Ian mutter under his breath...."Action verb". Like he was annoyed the speaker didn't say that. Now Ian is a breed of his own. For instance check out my you tube channel with Ian's nine hour lego videos that Brad recorded. Well that's a story on its own. You see I recorded Ian and lost the video...then Ian busted into tears and needed a two day recoop to re set up. It was tragic. Not to mention every time I went home he would say..."Can you video me today?" Like 18 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway brittanyhhansen youtube channel.&lt;br /&gt;So back to the point of my story. Sick is a state of being...I am sick. So it can be a noun or an adjective. But I believe currently it is an action verb. To me. I am sicking all the time. Its always on the weekend. I'm getting to the point where for breakfast I swallow a whole garlic section. A trick my friend taught me.&lt;br /&gt;Clove...not section. Wow the medicine makes me feel weird. Brad does research where they dissect pregnant mice and it has to be at midnight for some odd reason...so he gets back home at 2 AM. &lt;br /&gt;I would like to see what he does.&lt;br /&gt;ANyway I'm done being sick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-4426277675299693032?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4426277675299693032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=4426277675299693032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/4426277675299693032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/4426277675299693032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/02/sick-is-verb-action-verb.html' title='Sick is a verb. Action verb.'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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-4316077214851000014.post-5848071536454577916</id><published>2011-02-01T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T21:16:22.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>This morning began with tears..</title><content type='html'>I went outside to my Passat. Backed it out of the garage, and was going perfectly straight, my mirror was far away from the other car, the new tenants downstairs. Then I heard it, a small crunch. I began to shake. My stomach was in my mouth. My heart sank to my feet. I felt totally frozen. I got out of the car, ran inside and had my hands over my mouth. Brad saw my face and said, "Whatever you did, its okay honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should have helped...but it didn't. I just began to cry and he grabbed me and held my head in his shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;"What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"I hit their car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay Brit, its okay, you are okay that is what matters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No its really bad, and I feel so stupid"&lt;br /&gt;He looked at it, and said, "Oh babe! That's nothing, you are fine, I'll leave a note, call insurance everything, you just go to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See their car was parked on a small angle, so when I looked I didn't see their back end over their line. Me thinking I was going perfectly straight...I was, and scooted across their car a little bit with my car.&lt;br /&gt;My car has zero damage, theirs has a small dent and black smudge, since their car is white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too scared to finish backing out. Brad did that for me.&lt;br /&gt;It ruined my day, I felt like I couldn't even teach. I couldn't even talk. I teared up all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I be so stupid. I tried to think of stupid things other people had done to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;All I could come up with are things that I did that were stupid. Like when I backed up a car into a pole, garbage can, and got the truck stuck in 3 feet of snow in a borrow pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think of one stupid thing Brad has done. Proving that I am therefore the only idiot on this planet. To make things even better, when I got home I had this brilliant idea of making them cookies for backing into their car. I went to the store bought some supplies and a heart cookie cutter. Their door is down a long set of stairs right below my door. I dropped my bag of supplies and they tumbled down the stairs, the cookie cutter sliding right under the gap of their door. Great!!!!!! I just need to stay inside today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I began the panic phase. I knew they weren't home, but I had no idea when they would be home so I got right to work, I picked up all the stuff, then I went into my house and got two rulers and taped them together and to top it off I taped a sharpie to the end of that. I then went down to the bottom of their stairs and smashed my face against the tile and slid my contraption under their door trying to reach the cookie cutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, if I can't reach it they will come home and think what the heck is this cookie cutter doing? Then I will give them cookies and they will put it all together. I am just a true and blue spaz, thats what they will think of me if they don't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slid the cookie cutter every which way, and after about 5 minutes of pure sweating I got it, ran upstairs and shut my door and locked it, hoping they wouldn't venture in and begin yelling and swearing at me for hitting their car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made cookies, they were hard....of course nothing can go right for me in this day its already bad luckified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put them at their door, and prayed they wouldn't hate me, and that maybe they wouldn't try the hard cookies and just accept the gesture as kind. My panic attacks inside of me have eased a little, but I still feel like a moron, idiot and moron as I texted Brad 19 times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed early hoping tomorrow will be one of those days where its like "How can so many good things happen to me in one day" kinda day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad reminded me of why I married him today, he doesn't freak out and get mad. He is just chill and its okay...even when in my mind, its not! It is the end of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Its just a possession, you are alive, that is the most important thing."&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought....is he human?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-5848071536454577916?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5848071536454577916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=5848071536454577916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5848071536454577916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5848071536454577916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-morning-began-with-tears.html' title='This morning began with tears..'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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-4316077214851000014.post-8332304660476723583</id><published>2011-01-27T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:22:44.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>Life as I knew it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIy-EG42VI/AAAAAAAAO0s/1AdEkuQV77E/s1600/P1140792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIy-EG42VI/AAAAAAAAO0s/1AdEkuQV77E/s320/P1140792.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As time flies by, I still think about blogging. I think about what I could say. So I am going to give you a small piece of my mind right now. I have an attractive husband. Pardon my bragging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIy-0MIwiI/AAAAAAAAO0w/V9o4djuYqOA/s1600/P1140797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIy-0MIwiI/AAAAAAAAO0w/V9o4djuYqOA/s320/P1140797.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have stinkin cute nieces.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She really can't get cuter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIy_nQVRPI/AAAAAAAAO00/9J0PtnSU1kc/s1600/P1140799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIy_nQVRPI/AAAAAAAAO00/9J0PtnSU1kc/s320/P1140799.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tanning is awesome, makes me look like I have clear skin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its deceiving and I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIzBDY1sQI/AAAAAAAAO04/27uAbsnaB4Q/s1600/P1140811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIzBDY1sQI/AAAAAAAAO04/27uAbsnaB4Q/s320/P1140811.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIzC5_O1DI/AAAAAAAAO1A/FwXToxqpqAM/s1600/P1140815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIzC5_O1DI/AAAAAAAAO1A/FwXToxqpqAM/s320/P1140815.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIzCO4Lz7I/AAAAAAAAO08/0jXaxsx6vu8/s1600/P1140814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIzCO4Lz7I/AAAAAAAAO08/0jXaxsx6vu8/s320/P1140814.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ian, Brooke, and Sophie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what we do in my family combine birthdays. If they are all in the month, that counts. Done, have a party. Pick a date in the middle of all of them, and its a party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIzDhp--pI/AAAAAAAAO1E/gZ-9IzTx0AI/s1600/P1140819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIzDhp--pI/AAAAAAAAO1E/gZ-9IzTx0AI/s320/P1140819.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ian liked the present I got him. He is nine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is his email to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Subject:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="ha" style="background: inherit; border-collapse: collapse; border-right: inherit; color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 12px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hP" id=":1r" style="padding-right: 10px;"&gt;when are you geting my present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="hP" id=":1r" style="padding-right: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="hP" id=":1r" style="padding-right: 10px;"&gt;Email:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Brit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my party is Saturday &amp;amp; you still haven't got my present yet.you&amp;nbsp; should have it by now.get it&amp;nbsp; now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Times; font-size: small;"&gt;Demanding, and somewhat cute....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIzESkBMQI/AAAAAAAAO1I/Nh8NxF3Ma3c/s1600/P1140820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIzESkBMQI/AAAAAAAAO1I/Nh8NxF3Ma3c/s320/P1140820.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry Tiera, this picture doesn't really do it for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Faith, I love the way you talk, I love the way you call all dogs 'you lil rascal!' And I love the way you say, "Hey hey hey Brit, I gotta tell ya somethin."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You know yesterday? Well, yesterday Rosie had puppies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Faith that was like three months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faith: "Huh, I know I tricked ya!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cute. I love skyping with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUI131-izLI/AAAAAAAAO1Q/w902-g0kmt8/s1600/P1140782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUI131-izLI/AAAAAAAAO1Q/w902-g0kmt8/s320/P1140782.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our friend who currently lives with my parents...long story why, but he is a sweetheart. My mom says he will just wake up in the night and wash all the dishes by hand. That's 11 people's dishes he is washing. That's a lot. Sweet heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUI15qDg5QI/AAAAAAAAO1U/mrz_G89ZC7Y/s1600/P1140790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TUI15qDg5QI/AAAAAAAAO1U/mrz_G89ZC7Y/s320/P1140790.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Shad, my little brother, notice he has grown since I was home. His shoe size is size hugeo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But he is pretty nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You just listened to what I was thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm thinking I need to do my report cards. But I feel like eating spring rolls from Costco and laying on the lovesac with Brad while he watches the new office....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knows what I will choose...????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-8332304660476723583?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8332304660476723583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=8332304660476723583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8332304660476723583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8332304660476723583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-as-i-knew-it.html' title='Life as I knew it.'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TUIy-EG42VI/AAAAAAAAO0s/1AdEkuQV77E/s72-c/P1140792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-8469633747994516297</id><published>2011-01-19T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:04:20.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January'/><title type='text'>What's that you say?</title><content type='html'>Ya, I am a four weeker. I haven't posted for four weeks. But in my world, if I miss something I just move on. So I am moving on. You see, I haven't been very photogenic lately....I am a leper, and I haven't wanted to talk about anything because I haven't jumped at the idea of being a leper and talking about it, but I think I have come to terms, and I am okay with it, maybe because I found a temp cure, meaning I don't know if it will work forever but it is working for now.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas went well, that's all you really need to know... like I said, I'm moving on from the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeJ1gOsLSI/AAAAAAAAO0E/ukYEmWLNHok/s1600/feet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeGuXOiYOI/AAAAAAAAOzU/foW_0E0sN9I/s1600/P1140689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeGuXOiYOI/AAAAAAAAOzU/foW_0E0sN9I/s320/P1140689.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is what my students got me............perfume, Lightning McQueen, Kleenex, socks, gift cards, and presents galore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeG1u1nbiI/AAAAAAAAOzY/F27v6jcXNMo/s1600/P1140703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeG1u1nbiI/AAAAAAAAOzY/F27v6jcXNMo/s320/P1140703.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas Eve, I spent with Brad's family...we spent it shopping, visiting the PIE in Salt Lake, and visiting Temple Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeG5U-Ni5I/AAAAAAAAOzc/vvrGfg46g3c/s1600/P1140710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeG5U-Ni5I/AAAAAAAAOzc/vvrGfg46g3c/s320/P1140710.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here we are, eating away at the PIE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for our long Martin Luther weekend we decided to travel with friends to Vegas....we saw this show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeG73ty0NI/AAAAAAAAOzg/USyxsZd3c8k/s1600/P1140742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeG73ty0NI/AAAAAAAAOzg/USyxsZd3c8k/s320/P1140742.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeHCa5QKeI/AAAAAAAAOzk/6SRMN8JH2Gs/s1600/P1140724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Actually we just saw our husbands....and that was close enough to what we would have gotten at Chippendales anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeHCa5QKeI/AAAAAAAAOzk/6SRMN8JH2Gs/s1600/P1140724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeHCa5QKeI/AAAAAAAAOzk/6SRMN8JH2Gs/s320/P1140724.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We visited the most famous Pawn Stars store....no they were not there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeHQBbY7hI/AAAAAAAAOzo/laTVr5L64Zs/s1600/P1140735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeHQBbY7hI/AAAAAAAAOzo/laTVr5L64Zs/s320/P1140735.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate at the Rio buffet...more than any of us could handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeIvk_DOvI/AAAAAAAAOzs/YBuAEHgvE-g/s1600/P1140748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeIvk_DOvI/AAAAAAAAOzs/YBuAEHgvE-g/s320/P1140748.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But this was my favorite plate, out of the six plates I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeI5ZPFS9I/AAAAAAAAOzw/jMoRQXm8L6g/s1600/P1140750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeI5ZPFS9I/AAAAAAAAOzw/jMoRQXm8L6g/s320/P1140750.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brad still hasn't eaten since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeJENkZ6eI/AAAAAAAAOz0/a8q8E3ST8BM/s1600/P1140752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeJENkZ6eI/AAAAAAAAOz0/a8q8E3ST8BM/s320/P1140752.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there is my fifteen second catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes, my short term remedy for my spots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_640717904"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_640717905"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeJ1gOsLSI/AAAAAAAAO0E/ukYEmWLNHok/s1600/feet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeJ1gOsLSI/AAAAAAAAO0E/ukYEmWLNHok/s320/feet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tanning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It helps them and it makes me tan. Great combo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-8469633747994516297?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8469633747994516297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=8469633747994516297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8469633747994516297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8469633747994516297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-that-you-say.html' title='What&apos;s that you say?'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TTeGuXOiYOI/AAAAAAAAOzU/foW_0E0sN9I/s72-c/P1140689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-9173294281166222745</id><published>2010-12-13T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T17:23:54.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='December'/><title type='text'>Oh NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So Brad doesn't think a LIVE tree is necessary. But I, on the other said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"OH NO IT IS!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So to a tree farm we went after a nice hunting morning with Julie in Lehi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got a little tree and decorated it so nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TQbEJDTMmCI/AAAAAAAAOwQ/fdA22oQr84g/s1600/P1140683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TQbEJDTMmCI/AAAAAAAAOwQ/fdA22oQr84g/s320/P1140683.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad said since I brought in the live tree factor, he could bring in the real candy canes on the tree factor, then I said okay. I didn't think I would like white cords...but I do (or I like them enough not to return them and go get green ones).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TQbFOf4RM-I/AAAAAAAAOwY/ZfiiW74lGiM/s1600/P1140684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TQbFOf4RM-I/AAAAAAAAOwY/ZfiiW74lGiM/s320/P1140684.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's going to be my first Christmas away from home, so I thought I could have a tree at my house to smell, since Brad's mom doesn't really have a live tree...nor the smell I am used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad also insisted upon me getting my own stocking, Brad's mom thought I should use Mike's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad said, "She is not an appendage, Mom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I think it bad luck to not have your own stocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My skin is improving, still crazy town though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But lighting up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TQbGIleSNCI/AAAAAAAAOwc/132t1i-0gpg/s1600/P1140593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TQbGIleSNCI/AAAAAAAAOwc/132t1i-0gpg/s320/P1140593.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine bloody scabs, and bloody tights, and bloody garments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's what my life is right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A scab will accidentally get touched, then my tights will accidentally be soaked with blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's finals week for Brad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's Christmas Around the World for me at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today I taught them that England is where Christmas Cards originated from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow I am teaching them about how poinsetta's originated from Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its gonna be an awesome week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-9173294281166222745?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/9173294281166222745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=9173294281166222745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/9173294281166222745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/9173294281166222745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-no.html' title='Oh NO!'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TQbEJDTMmCI/AAAAAAAAOwQ/fdA22oQr84g/s72-c/P1140683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-3755310269596236377</id><published>2010-11-23T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:17:19.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strep throat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='november'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>The symptoms. VDA</title><content type='html'>Well it started two weeks ago with a headache.....then it turned into a dagger in my throat, which apparently they call strep throat. I waited from Friday until Tuesday to go to the doctor. Took the antibiotics as I was told. Then I like to say I slept all day crying every time I had to swallow Nyquil to fall back to sleep on Wednesday. Are you supposed to take Nyquil during the day...well I did, got a sub, and Wednesday night when I still wasn't better I got a shot. Right in the butt. I felt better within four hours, first time I slept through the night without getting up to drink nyquil every four hours. I thought I was in paradise!!! I was! My throat went from bleeding and throbbing to scabbed...or so it felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was paradise. . . Then around Sunday I started seeing bumps on my face, I continually told Brad.. "Look at the bumps! Do you see them?" He said, " I can hardly tell, don't worry, you are beautiful." Typical answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they were spreading...these bumps. Brad kept saying I looked fine...&lt;br /&gt;I said to him about on Tuesday, "I don't care how I look!!! I just want you to acknowledge that they exist!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewer Discretion advised...due to Brittany half dressed and some disgustingness ahead.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bumps...those bumps...they own me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TOy5zar1bjI/AAAAAAAAOuE/xGm8WfL_9ds/s1600/P1140595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TOy5zar1bjI/AAAAAAAAOuE/xGm8WfL_9ds/s320/P1140595.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TOy7yscQNlI/AAAAAAAAOuY/JLZHH_PmpVw/s1600/P1140596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TOy7yscQNlI/AAAAAAAAOuY/JLZHH_PmpVw/s320/P1140596.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad just kept down playing it, in order to keep me  confident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TOy507lLnLI/AAAAAAAAOuI/Ym_ymoy3f30/s1600/P1140597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TOy507lLnLI/AAAAAAAAOuI/Ym_ymoy3f30/s320/P1140597.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I am more than confident with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TOy52SifXqI/AAAAAAAAOuM/jFNWO-f1fqg/s1600/P1140598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TOy52SifXqI/AAAAAAAAOuM/jFNWO-f1fqg/s320/P1140598.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I currently am sporting the rash as if it is the new  scarf, or the new boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TOy53gLv0KI/AAAAAAAAOuQ/nw_amuAdN1s/s1600/P1140599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TOy53gLv0KI/AAAAAAAAOuQ/nw_amuAdN1s/s320/P1140599.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can you guess what part of my body this is??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't really matter, since every body part looks like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rash is just doing great residing from head to toe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TOy544UsrLI/AAAAAAAAOuU/83zrnslxhe8/s1600/P1140602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TOy544UsrLI/AAAAAAAAOuU/83zrnslxhe8/s320/P1140602.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't even know what smooth skin looks like anymore, or feels like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have gone through 3 bottles of Cortizone, one pack of Benadryl and lots of Epsom salt baths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have family pictures to look forward to after Thanksgiving, not only will I be bloated, but covered in a million small pox. Good thing we are wearing black and I am wearing a high necked white button up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its off to Standrod for Thanksgiving...stay tuned for that wonderful disaster of food, children, and spreading of diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you know because people are sick...duh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-3755310269596236377?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3755310269596236377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=3755310269596236377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3755310269596236377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3755310269596236377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/11/symptoms-vda.html' title='The symptoms. VDA'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TOy5zar1bjI/AAAAAAAAOuE/xGm8WfL_9ds/s72-c/P1140595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-4483094971126213671</id><published>2010-11-05T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:31:00.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Echo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aaron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idaho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chandler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Went for a little visit..</title><content type='html'>It was Echo's state volleyball. In between the games we went to the driving range. Thanks Aaron for buying all the balls, and thanks old man with nice golfing shoes for giving us your left over balls.&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful fall day and Brad just swung away. Golfing is like baseball. Thats all I know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCwcDivNSI/AAAAAAAAOq4/2jF58krilXc/s1600/P1140502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCwcDivNSI/AAAAAAAAOq4/2jF58krilXc/s320/P1140502.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCvaBTok8I/AAAAAAAAOqM/txsk0O5z7bk/s1600/P1140503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCvaBTok8I/AAAAAAAAOqM/txsk0O5z7bk/s320/P1140503.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like his wash in his jeans right here, and his knee placement. Nice Bradley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCvbMgEmyI/AAAAAAAAOqQ/i8JM3jsPwlY/s1600/P1140504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCvbMgEmyI/AAAAAAAAOqQ/i8JM3jsPwlY/s320/P1140504.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So graceful. I look like a dying Indian when I swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCvcZ8paZI/AAAAAAAAOqU/ZO-v5yjOc2k/s1600/P1140505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCvcZ8paZI/AAAAAAAAOqU/ZO-v5yjOc2k/s320/P1140505.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the finale. Perfect 80000 million yarder. Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN060V79LI/AAAAAAAAOrs/h5suyzL2hm8/s1600/P1140500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN060V79LI/AAAAAAAAOrs/h5suyzL2hm8/s320/P1140500.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chandler was more of the tomahawk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN08HT6_7I/AAAAAAAAOrw/OLVV8xTN1YE/s1600/P1140506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN08HT6_7I/AAAAAAAAOrw/OLVV8xTN1YE/s320/P1140506.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brooke did her motherly duties....to her sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so I was teaching Ethan how to golf....and he said, "Why are you teaching me, you aren't very good?" Then I said, "I know, I'll leave."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN09YnpscI/AAAAAAAAOr0/G2qCqX2nda8/s1600/P1140508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN09YnpscI/AAAAAAAAOr0/G2qCqX2nda8/s320/P1140508.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan made me promise not to give him any tips, the tips only made him worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN0-2xkeCI/AAAAAAAAOr4/80d8EWoLK4o/s1600/P1140509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN0-2xkeCI/AAAAAAAAOr4/80d8EWoLK4o/s320/P1140509.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aaron just spoke Canadian the whole time. He doesn't speak much English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He took over teaching Ethan. Ethan speaks that language.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN1AxYG7_I/AAAAAAAAOr8/GYMFF-y3ONI/s1600/P1140510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN1AxYG7_I/AAAAAAAAOr8/GYMFF-y3ONI/s320/P1140510.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan is a fine lookin gent. He is tall, lean and nice. Hope the girls are nice to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN1DYsihcI/AAAAAAAAOsA/JT5Ex0u6fpk/s1600/P1140511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN1DYsihcI/AAAAAAAAOsA/JT5Ex0u6fpk/s320/P1140511.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Landon kept asking Brad, so what did I do wrong there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad would say, "I don't know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then I would say, "Well at least say something so you sound smart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is the only one who truly knows golf (Aaron too, but you know he doesn't speak much English) but yet he offered little to no advice due to being too humble thinking his advice wasn't valuable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN1E-dGRJI/AAAAAAAAOsE/EZCaQyFt7RQ/s1600/P1140514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN1E-dGRJI/AAAAAAAAOsE/EZCaQyFt7RQ/s320/P1140514.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tiera was quite cute out on that fall day and I love her shoes. Like slippers, thats my thing. She is married to Landon if you forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNODChdj55I/AAAAAAAAOss/NHxw4J6xrMU/s1600/P1140513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNODChdj55I/AAAAAAAAOss/NHxw4J6xrMU/s320/P1140513.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad my husband will always look young, I don't want to be married to an 80 year old, when he really is only 40. If that made sense...it made sense to me, in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN1GTcNJsI/AAAAAAAAOsI/WUgT7-TL3Fo/s1600/P1140529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN1GTcNJsI/AAAAAAAAOsI/WUgT7-TL3Fo/s320/P1140529.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't tell if this picture is creepy or cute. My left eye is Asian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2084619907"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2084619908"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN-IV6x1UI/AAAAAAAAOsQ/8OhKdTGPwMU/s1600/P1140535_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN-IV6x1UI/AAAAAAAAOsQ/8OhKdTGPwMU/s320/P1140535_3.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We found a worm and Faith quickly named it Echo. Here I am pretending to eat the worm. Let's take a closer look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN_ABgRICI/AAAAAAAAOso/lj_CQ8VY9WE/s1600/P1140535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN_ABgRICI/AAAAAAAAOso/lj_CQ8VY9WE/s320/P1140535.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her worry and concern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN-GlTCupI/AAAAAAAAOsM/B6kMr2XuqiQ/s1600/P1140535_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN-GlTCupI/AAAAAAAAOsM/B6kMr2XuqiQ/s320/P1140535_2.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The close up. The worm is struggling for its life, it has only had close encounters with beaks, never with glossed lips and tongues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also check out the cute Zebra pink pants I just got her at Gap, I go in to shop for dress pants and I come out with zebra pants. So typical of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN-Jga3MXI/AAAAAAAAOsU/Oah0BNmejF0/s1600/P1140537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN-Jga3MXI/AAAAAAAAOsU/Oah0BNmejF0/s320/P1140537.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I forgot about Echo and volleyball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is facing the net wiping her brow. So tiring volleyball...you know Echo is like 6'5''. And she had about 4 blocks in a row, it was exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN-YpHXLkI/AAAAAAAAOsY/rsMu-rxD4PM/s1600/P1140548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNN-YpHXLkI/AAAAAAAAOsY/rsMu-rxD4PM/s320/P1140548.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This image is speed walk Echo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is just zooming through time with her bootie. you know she has always had a bootie like that, so cute, every since she was a wee babe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well they lost at state, but we had a fun time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We payed 20 dollars to watch her game, but there were free mini chocolate milk (Idaho Dairy hosts sports) so Brad said, "I paid 20 bucks for this, I'm taking 5 milks."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7000 calories later, we were happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-4483094971126213671?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4483094971126213671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=4483094971126213671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/4483094971126213671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/4483094971126213671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/11/went-for-little-visit.html' title='Went for a little visit..'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCwcDivNSI/AAAAAAAAOq4/2jF58krilXc/s72-c/P1140502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-2615633458639349788</id><published>2010-11-02T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:30:59.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexicans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>A whole new world...</title><content type='html'>Halloween happened...&lt;br /&gt;in my house it happened a week early. You see we dressed up as a couple. I would say Latino couple, but I think we were going for more of the Mexican side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCrBmXLeqI/AAAAAAAAOpg/J9pOnLnxg54/s1600/P1140370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCrBmXLeqI/AAAAAAAAOpg/J9pOnLnxg54/s320/P1140370.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think we succeeded in our feat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCrJw1Ey9I/AAAAAAAAOpk/JeV6LHmIbLg/s1600/P1140377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCrJw1Ey9I/AAAAAAAAOpk/JeV6LHmIbLg/s320/P1140377.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is my belly hanging out from the bottom a little?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes yes it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And do I have a unibrow?? Yes, yes I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCrYBeWpAI/AAAAAAAAOpo/FbF9wcnXiaA/s1600/P1140384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCrYBeWpAI/AAAAAAAAOpo/FbF9wcnXiaA/s320/P1140384.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Did UP characters win best costume??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCrsy24jZI/AAAAAAAAOp0/bbxe7KpQdb0/s1600/P1140403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCrsy24jZI/AAAAAAAAOp0/bbxe7KpQdb0/s320/P1140403.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Did Jamie play her part perfectly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. She was casting spells on me all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The whole party was a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went up to Zermatt to our friend's parent's timeshare and had a grand ole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCs7iMj-tI/AAAAAAAAOqA/VJ8zMnzQldQ/s1600/P1140411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCs7iMj-tI/AAAAAAAAOqA/VJ8zMnzQldQ/s320/P1140411.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And as for my new world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCsSghjBvI/AAAAAAAAOp4/G1zqvbz682E/s1600/P1140486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCsSghjBvI/AAAAAAAAOp4/G1zqvbz682E/s320/P1140486.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are doing well. Chelsea borrowed me her attire. I didn't want to dress up all fancy. Then the kids wouldn't take me seriously, they wouldn't listen to me when I yelled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;JK I don't yell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I may raise my voice sometimes?? Nah...probably not :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCsb5PZ_AI/AAAAAAAAOp8/1rRe98X08Bc/s1600/P1140440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCsb5PZ_AI/AAAAAAAAOp8/1rRe98X08Bc/s320/P1140440.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are doing quite well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-2615633458639349788?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2615633458639349788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=2615633458639349788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/2615633458639349788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/2615633458639349788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/11/whole-new-world.html' title='A whole new world...'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TNCrBmXLeqI/AAAAAAAAOpg/J9pOnLnxg54/s72-c/P1140370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-6087385760479675912</id><published>2010-10-25T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T20:06:24.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laser tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>At what point..</title><content type='html'>A few times I have gone to post on my blog, but then I get scared to look at it. Scared that I haven't posted for so long. . . and all my friends stopped being my online friends. But so much as happened. I have participated in several weddings...parties....and 5 year old catastrophes. &amp;nbsp;You see there are all these forms you have to fill out in school. And sometimes I just sigh and wish I had a personal form filler outter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have those Trafalga passes, and sometimes we drive to Lehi and play laser tag. Laser tag with people who take it way more seriously than I do. We walked out and I looked at the score board. I said, "AWESOME!!! I GOT THIRTEENTH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brad said, "Brit, there was only 13 people in there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, .. nothing because it made sense because my alias name was Mozart and his was Iron Man. Clearly this is why I lost. Mozart never killed anyone. Never. Iron Man never left anyone alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that the girl who followed me around and shot me every time my vest clicked back on after the time she had just shot me before....won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly she won because she was 12 and I felt sorry for her...so I let her shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TMZAgtkFyWI/AAAAAAAAOo8/xnmh1yJzD2A/s1600/P1140369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TMZAgtkFyWI/AAAAAAAAOo8/xnmh1yJzD2A/s320/P1140369.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had this pumpkin carving party, after going to La Jolla Groves. With Heather and Kevin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TMZBSW18dlI/AAAAAAAAOpI/6XxAC1Xw0u4/s1600/P1140368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TMZBSW18dlI/AAAAAAAAOpI/6XxAC1Xw0u4/s320/P1140368.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heather carved MYERS for their last name, and Kevin made an attempt at the Zelda sign. Brad and him had to do the same thing...who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TMZBhr_dxPI/AAAAAAAAOpM/HtIzZxlFZCQ/s1600/P1140363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TMZBhr_dxPI/AAAAAAAAOpM/HtIzZxlFZCQ/s320/P1140363.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad got this new hat after the Rangers made into the world series.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He also won the best costume award last week at a party, but I'm not sure how much I want to post our offensive costumes??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TMZA7-17v_I/AAAAAAAAOpE/23Up5TMJ3ik/s1600/P1140364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TMZA7-17v_I/AAAAAAAAOpE/23Up5TMJ3ik/s320/P1140364.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I carved a ghost. But then it didn't look like a ghost so I just pretended it was Yoda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Clearly it was Yoda. Meant to be Yoda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Clearly is a great word today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"MRS CLARK!! I LOVE YOUR TIGHTS!"-little girl in my class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Had to throw that in. Sorry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TMZC_NOS6OI/AAAAAAAAOpQ/Lz3A90f36ao/s1600/P1140303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TMZC_NOS6OI/AAAAAAAAOpQ/Lz3A90f36ao/s320/P1140303.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know that Ian and Lad made a movie about Legos....and this was the intro image...YOU TUBE Productions pesents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Echo made it to state volleyball....we may travel to Declo to see that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hannah is having a girl, Amanda (sis in law) is having a boy. And I am having a....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;long pause....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tricked ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But Brad takes the MCAT soon. Then its a whole new phase of life. Teaching is going well. I love my kids. The other day one student said to me, "Wait, you are married?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Yes I am very married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-How many kids do you have?-Student&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-None- Mrs. Clark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Wait, but how can you be married and have no kids???-Student&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-You know I didn't think it was possible...but it is.-Mrs. Clark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My students have started this new thing where when I turn my back they all stand up and dance like crazies. Then I turn back around and they sit back down. Its fine because they think they are sneaky and that I don't know...but I do and that is the greatest part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TMZFDIUOKAI/AAAAAAAAOpU/7MooDZbSdI8/s1600/5-7-2009+11;48;19+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TMZFDIUOKAI/AAAAAAAAOpU/7MooDZbSdI8/s320/5-7-2009+11;48;19+PM.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On that note, Christmas is coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And we love Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But first Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like breaks in school, then my brain gets a break, and forms, and lesson plans :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once again, I apologize if I lost your friendship due to my lack of posting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-6087385760479675912?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6087385760479675912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=6087385760479675912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/6087385760479675912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/6087385760479675912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/10/at-what-point.html' title='At what point..'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TMZAgtkFyWI/AAAAAAAAOo8/xnmh1yJzD2A/s72-c/P1140369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-398939597360836089</id><published>2010-10-10T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:14:11.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby wraps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>I guess I forgot to mention..</title><content type='html'>That those are baby wraps, and you wrap up your baby like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TLKK24HormI/AAAAAAAAOok/MkVjOcOc__I/s1600/il_430xN.182227386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TLKK24HormI/AAAAAAAAOok/MkVjOcOc__I/s320/il_430xN.182227386.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And you can find one at capulanababywraps.etsy.com&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did Natalie's wedding flowers...&lt;br /&gt;that means I made her bouquet and stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TLKLlMgom3I/AAAAAAAAOoo/Bd8RkUusqH0/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TLKLlMgom3I/AAAAAAAAOoo/Bd8RkUusqH0/s320/-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my brother holding it...not Natalie, Natalie's arm's aren't that hairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they are. But I don't think they are :) She is on her honeymoon. I wanna go on another honeymoon. I miss mine. Warm, sunny, and lots of love. (not that there isn't lots of love, but you know you are secluded and full of love without the hussle and bussle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so busy. School, weddings, flowers, now my other great friend is getting married on Thursday, and there is wedding stuff Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday night. I am not doing her flowers though, just being her bridesmaid. So I will be fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my dear kindergarteners why they shouldn't do drugs. I received many very serious comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Becuz you will get addicted. Addicted to drugs. Then you will start playing video games, and your family will be sad and tell you to stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because when you cross the street you won't be able to see cars." (They were combining Pedestrian Safety and Drug Awareness...smart kids.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because you can die of cancer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My grandpa died of cancer but he didn't do drugs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are drugs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Mrs. Clark, I have two things to say. First, when is Music?&amp;nbsp; Second, I don't do drugs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided it was time to tell them I loved them, and to remember that when they are offered drugs that Mrs. Clark would be so sad if they ever did them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Mrs. Clark my mom smokes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, just don't you ever smoke okay buddy?"-Mrs. C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them, and they are so thoughtful and remind me of how I should be, innocent and kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad is doing well. He got a glock. Finally. He has been dying for one. I am so glad he got one. Now he pretends he is shooting (not with the gun in his hand) at everything. It's humorous. He still searches for cars, guns, and guitars on KSL. I don't think it will ever stop. I realized I don't search for anything online except for books for my kids and games for them to play. And emailing parents. I have 45 kids and 90 parents!!!! Ha! Kinda a lot to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and we bought a car :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TLKOhA4QnHI/AAAAAAAAOos/kJo7VNHTHzg/s1600/P1140335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TLKOhA4QnHI/AAAAAAAAOos/kJo7VNHTHzg/s320/P1140335.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its nice. And the windows are so tinted that I can't see bikers at night. I did hit a mailbox yesterday. That's a sad story. But I didn't cry, just laughed. Then called Brad saying, "I'm so so sorry." "Are you mad? Are you mad at me?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, well yes a little bugged."-Brad&lt;br /&gt;Now he just jokes about it every chance he gets.&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine the things he says.&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweetheart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-398939597360836089?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/398939597360836089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=398939597360836089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/398939597360836089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/398939597360836089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-guess-i-forgot-to-mention.html' title='I guess I forgot to mention..'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TLKK24HormI/AAAAAAAAOok/MkVjOcOc__I/s72-c/il_430xN.182227386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-6920110352532321490</id><published>2010-10-06T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:00:02.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby wraps'/><title type='text'>Do you have a baby?</title><content type='html'>If you have a baby you want one of these. Cuz they are cute, hip, and gorgeous. And Chelsea and I made them. So, if I know you they aren't 25 dollars with 5.00 shipping! They are FREE SHIPPING. And you want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TK0pah0XDfI/AAAAAAAAOoY/KTE2Jp-nyLY/s1600/P1140345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TK0pah0XDfI/AAAAAAAAOoY/KTE2Jp-nyLY/s320/P1140345.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TK0pcjoIL8I/AAAAAAAAOoc/j3rmleVkEW0/s1600/P1140347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TK0pcjoIL8I/AAAAAAAAOoc/j3rmleVkEW0/s320/P1140347.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TK0pXaxo0cI/AAAAAAAAOoU/IstWEEr5J6w/s1600/P1140343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TK0pXaxo0cI/AAAAAAAAOoU/IstWEEr5J6w/s320/P1140343.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TK0pfBfC6qI/AAAAAAAAOog/83Knf76_oRo/s1600/P1140341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TK0pfBfC6qI/AAAAAAAAOog/83Knf76_oRo/s320/P1140341.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't waste any time. Just go buy one. You will not be disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-6920110352532321490?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6920110352532321490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=6920110352532321490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/6920110352532321490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/6920110352532321490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-you-have-baby.html' title='Do you have a baby?'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TK0pah0XDfI/AAAAAAAAOoY/KTE2Jp-nyLY/s72-c/P1140345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-5542555415295257040</id><published>2010-09-26T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:13:09.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mascara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='september'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TKAmqEbcuCI/AAAAAAAAOnk/XLK5pNNK4Y0/s1600/DSC_0548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TKAmqEbcuCI/AAAAAAAAOnk/XLK5pNNK4Y0/s320/DSC_0548.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well I got this new mascara, and I love it. (I'm not wearing it in this photo) It is seriously a revolution. My eyes are still so pop out there by the end of the day. And I need all the help I can get. Kindergarten gives me bags under my eyes. Don't get me wrong. I love them like crazy, but wow, they just know how to make my nerves be gone. Or high...? Or whatever happens to nerves.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am always stuck on one mascara, but Drew Barrymore sold me out. No really she sold Sally and Echo, and then I saw how great it was and bought one myself. Love it. Live by it. And when mascara is your staple make up...you gotta have it last. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pm_MZf5v8Tc/TDO0XOCDl7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/RllnQXvGDeU/s1600/CoverGirl-Lash-Blast-Mascara-7_65_slideshow_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pm_MZf5v8Tc/TDO0XOCDl7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/RllnQXvGDeU/s320/CoverGirl-Lash-Blast-Mascara-7_65_slideshow_image.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I get really excited about the cool brush, and putting this mascara on..so if you are interested in an incredible mascara, get this one. Loreal lash blast volume, or length, or for a few dollars more, both. I got length and swear by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-5542555415295257040?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5542555415295257040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=5542555415295257040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5542555415295257040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5542555415295257040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/09/new.html' title='New.'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TKAmqEbcuCI/AAAAAAAAOnk/XLK5pNNK4Y0/s72-c/DSC_0548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-5872543596773251534</id><published>2010-09-20T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:57:59.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Standrod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Smells like...</title><content type='html'>Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to get away. Get some old school (that means from my old school) football and friends to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJgk_KCTzGI/AAAAAAAAOmU/b5DoDcmCqOk/s1600/P1140294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJgk_KCTzGI/AAAAAAAAOmU/b5DoDcmCqOk/s320/P1140294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They lost, but Shad played great....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and Ethan stood so good on the sidelines (he is a freshman so doesn't play much on Varsity, but he is the QB for JV, and Shad is the center.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglHsOcjPI/AAAAAAAAOmc/rM58s31M7-Q/s1600/P1140292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglHsOcjPI/AAAAAAAAOmc/rM58s31M7-Q/s320/P1140292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lad lost some teeth. Brad asked him how he was eating an apple. He said, "On the side." Then he calmly continued to chew his apple on the side of his mouth. Totally normal for teeth losing peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglJP1jYDI/AAAAAAAAOmk/R8MyGYLvfXA/s1600/P1140289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglJP1jYDI/AAAAAAAAOmk/R8MyGYLvfXA/s320/P1140289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hannah came up for her 10th year! HOly Smokes! My five year is next year. Its crazy to think that I am so old, but yet Hannah is older and still feels like she is young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglMWbpuoI/AAAAAAAAOms/fz7yhZYUizw/s1600/P1140297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglMWbpuoI/AAAAAAAAOms/fz7yhZYUizw/s320/P1140297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Halle learned the ways of relaxing in Standrod quite quickly. She didn't mess around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglQssRSiI/AAAAAAAAOm0/YLIFXaQwTIc/s1600/P1140311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglQssRSiI/AAAAAAAAOm0/YLIFXaQwTIc/s320/P1140311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I said, "Hey Brad let's go check out the garden."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;Then we lost each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglSAB5GDI/AAAAAAAAOm8/jAdu2z1Ho30/s1600/P1140312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglSAB5GDI/AAAAAAAAOm8/jAdu2z1Ho30/s320/P1140312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found some bunnies in the carrots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The carrot rows were bigger than my house. Actually three of my houses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad picked me an entire huge box of carrots, and I said, "Well I didn't want a whole row."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he said, "Does it look like I gave you a whole row?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I said, "No it looks like you did not pick any from this mass of carrots."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglU-7iLWI/AAAAAAAAOnE/IU8NxWqwLIc/s1600/P1140331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglU-7iLWI/AAAAAAAAOnE/IU8NxWqwLIc/s320/P1140331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faith lost her bag of M and Ms like eight times in this garden.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also watched our kitty catch a mouse and eat it alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglWRL79CI/AAAAAAAAOnM/Q3XYmk1-m-8/s1600/P1140326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJglWRL79CI/AAAAAAAAOnM/Q3XYmk1-m-8/s320/P1140326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We left home with our tires saggin due to the weight of veggies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are in need of anything in this category....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;squash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zucchini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;carrots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cabbage bigger than your body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;potatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;broccoli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;peppers of many kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;garlic chives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and other random things that you may need...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let me know I will give them to you for free. In any quantity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJgnXQX6mAI/AAAAAAAAOnU/T39WfT4I8yc/s1600/P1140314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJgnXQX6mAI/AAAAAAAAOnU/T39WfT4I8yc/s320/P1140314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life size cabbages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJgndUJlK2I/AAAAAAAAOnc/oSuf92C4pxU/s1600/P1140318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TJgndUJlK2I/AAAAAAAAOnc/oSuf92C4pxU/s320/P1140318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad found himself here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bikes, fourwheelers, puppies, horses, and unlimited steak and scones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His true home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only if we could make a living there. Apparently Standrod has no plans for a med school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teaching is going well. Sometimes I wish I was superwoman, but I'm not so I have to go home not having everything done that I wanted to. I'm about ready to hire my own aid so that I can do everything that I want to. But, I'll figure it out and I am so happy doing it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad is doing well in school. He is shadowing a surgeon, which he loves, volunteering at a clinic, going to school full time, and working part time. Also, somehow he manages to play his guitar non-stop and practice the song he wrote me for my birthday. I love him to death. But you all know that, and I get annoyed when wives tell their blog readers they love their husband ninety million times a day. You know that duh! And if you are single its just like I rub it in your face even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I do love him to death. Today he said to me, "Brit, I love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said, "Yep, I know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said, "No really, you are everything to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said, "Yep I know, love u too baby face lover cake."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I was always that confident about stuff....maybe its just today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH! He is playin my song right now. I love it. Someday he will let me record him singing it, but probably never.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So let's lay in bed all day long, maybe I'll write you another song."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just trying to give you a piece of it's literary genius.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-5872543596773251534?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5872543596773251534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=5872543596773251534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5872543596773251534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5872543596773251534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/09/smells-like.html' title='Smells like...'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TJgk_KCTzGI/AAAAAAAAOmU/b5DoDcmCqOk/s72-c/P1140294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-7874342607263581137</id><published>2010-09-08T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T16:53:47.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essentially basic skincare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squaw peak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='september'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swiss days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Dropped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I feel as if I have dropped off the face of the Earth. But, I am still alive. I am so happy. Brad says he loves how happy I am. Although, I am a tired, exhausted happy...I am finally doing what I want. Some days I think...what in the world am I doing trying to manage 45 Kindergarteners a day? Why am I doing this to myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then one shy boy tells me that he likes how cute I dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I remember its because I love them all so dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been crazy getting ready for swiss days. We helped Brooke make jewelry then we sold for two days straight. Yikes! It was ultra fun, but so tiring. I missed church the next day from a wretched sore throat and a head cold. Probably was a mix of having millions of kids yelling 'teacher teacher'. Or maybe it was doing tons of girls faces with no hand sanitizer. Combo meal of both. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgee5nBXfI/AAAAAAAAOlg/sx_7JcfKiEg/s1600/P1140265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgee5nBXfI/AAAAAAAAOlg/sx_7JcfKiEg/s320/P1140265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here we are preparing for Swissy days by making jewels for Brooke. We were all so in love with our chores of gluing and putting JUMP rings on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've found that in kindergarten words have to be written like they sound/mean. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;down. &lt;/span&gt;You know what I'm talkin about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgecHYSebI/AAAAAAAAOlY/5agWbAyNHi0/s1600/P1140260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgecHYSebI/AAAAAAAAOlY/5agWbAyNHi0/s320/P1140260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chels and I wish we could sell our baby wraps at swiss days...but instead we will just dream of one day making them for that event. For now....we actually saw a girl wearing our baby wrap there!! Yahoo padoo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgeZ3HUgHI/AAAAAAAAOlQ/oz4OT7vf9F8/s1600/P1140241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgeZ3HUgHI/AAAAAAAAOlQ/oz4OT7vf9F8/s320/P1140241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember how Brad got me Jack Johnson tickets for my birthday??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Jack, and Brad. But Jack in concert is epically classically wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgeYRgN-8I/AAAAAAAAOlI/Ek3Xqkrnejg/s1600/P1140231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgeYRgN-8I/AAAAAAAAOlI/Ek3Xqkrnejg/s320/P1140231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Freckles all over his body liked Jack just as much as I did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know, wait this may be too much info, but did you know that Brad has freckles from his head to his waist. Then they stop, and start again at his knees. So weird. I just noticed it the other day....its a great discovery. They are sparse in between those areas, but quite thick every where else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgeh1iL8PI/AAAAAAAAOlo/2m41xWGZlFg/s1600/P1140254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgeh1iL8PI/AAAAAAAAOlo/2m41xWGZlFg/s320/P1140254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were drunk guys dancing in front of us. I never wanted to forget it, so I took this picture to help remind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgekXxLixI/AAAAAAAAOlw/0UejmrOv2Ao/s1600/P1140275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgekXxLixI/AAAAAAAAOlw/0UejmrOv2Ao/s320/P1140275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad convinced me to drive up to Squaw Peak on a Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not a romantic for long drives. I think they are meant to be slept away while the husband drives. But I did rather enjoy this one. The entire way I kept thinking in my head that our tire was going to blow and off the cliff we would go. But then I thought, at least we would die together. Gorey I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgemiH32gI/AAAAAAAAOl4/Cil0R2hJ6NI/s1600/P1140280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgemiH32gI/AAAAAAAAOl4/Cil0R2hJ6NI/s320/P1140280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad thought this picture looked fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just kidding he didn't even look at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm assuming he would say that though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is without the flash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIggp95bGZI/AAAAAAAAOmA/qDcMC3MT5RA/s1600/P1140283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIggp95bGZI/AAAAAAAAOmA/qDcMC3MT5RA/s320/P1140283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is with the flash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the secret w/o the flash better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgemiH32gI/AAAAAAAAOl4/Cil0R2hJ6NI/s1600/P1140280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgemiH32gI/AAAAAAAAOl4/Cil0R2hJ6NI/s320/P1140280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks like the lake is really the sky. But really the lake is the lake and the sky is the sky and the black is the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me confuse you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgeW4-k_oI/AAAAAAAAOlA/UKM03y_NYWI/s1600/P1140287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgeW4-k_oI/AAAAAAAAOlA/UKM03y_NYWI/s320/P1140287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I looked at Brad at night and said, "Can you believe we have been married a year?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said, "Nope." (He's not much of an expounder when it comes to...why do you love me questions.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said, "Well we feel like newlyweds still, except you don't not complain like you used to."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said, "Ya, I used to sit and watch you do something for hours just to be with you, now I say see ya later I'm going to watch football."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I said, "I know, but just pretend that we are still newlyweds."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I dream about him holding a baby and that always turns into me saying, "I think we could do it right now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he says, "In your dreams the baby probably doesn't poop and cry all night."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I say, "No it is quiet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he says, "Okay do you still want a baby?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I say, "No not yet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This squaw peak picture above is crazy and windy and blurry but yet beautiful, perfect example of my life. Cheery O until next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-7874342607263581137?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7874342607263581137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=7874342607263581137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7874342607263581137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7874342607263581137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/09/dropped.html' title='Dropped.'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TIgee5nBXfI/AAAAAAAAOlg/sx_7JcfKiEg/s72-c/P1140265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-8499280161609615027</id><published>2010-08-27T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T16:42:21.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoon me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lindsay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chelsea'/><title type='text'>Looks like its today again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another day went by...somehow days fly. Today I woke up just right before I was supposed to be at school. I thought that Brad set my alarm..he's nice like that and usually sets it, but today he didn't. Anyway, I made it here. Now its nearly six and I am putting my little weekend feeder in my fish tank hoping (goldy) that's his/her name for now. What I just realized is my fish is going to have a different AM and PM name...oh well. He can be a two names fish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lindsay is in town, she is Brad sister. Last night we walked to Spoon Me at 10:45 PM. Lindsay was tired and she said she was sick of the guy next to her on the plane asking her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Is it business or pleasure?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said she wanted to say, "Shut up and I'm putting in my IPOD".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry we went to spoon me like within a three day period, but we like it. We like low calories that taste good. At least I do, I'm off sugar again. I just have no ability to hold back. I just eat and eat and eat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unless I'm off it, then I lose 10 pounds and feel so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try it for a month or so, I did it for about 2 months and lost 10! But gained it back as soon as I picked up on it again. I love doing it, cuz I lose my taste for it....except BTSC thats Better than Sex Cake, I forget I'm on a no sugar diet when I see that cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today we are celebrating at Los Hermanos with Lindsay and Brad, and Rachelle and Chelsea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanted you to see my Reader's Campground sign that Chelsea made. I also have a tent in my little campground....hence where the genius idea of reader's campground came from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THhMEu4bgiI/AAAAAAAAOk4/2ZqMs7-TP3k/s1600/Photo+on+2010-08-27+at+17.30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THhMEu4bgiI/AAAAAAAAOk4/2ZqMs7-TP3k/s320/Photo+on+2010-08-27+at+17.30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is my five minute get ready hair do and outfit. Super cute huh? I thought so. Sarcasm noted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-8499280161609615027?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8499280161609615027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=8499280161609615027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8499280161609615027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8499280161609615027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/08/looks-like-its-today-again.html' title='Looks like its today again....'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/THhMEu4bgiI/AAAAAAAAOk4/2ZqMs7-TP3k/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-08-27+at+17.30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-1871704825927088408</id><published>2010-08-25T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:00:04.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august'/><title type='text'>Taking a Time Out</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just sit at my desk at school and laugh. Like a evil laugh. Ahhahhahaha I have you now...&lt;br /&gt;JK, I never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I do get bored. You see I was part time...now I am full time Kindergarten!! (I left APX) So I just sit and stare at my classroom, imagining when the 22 little joys get here and I will never sit again. My fish is still living....I am waiting for my class to help me name him. We gotta name the fish ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THU7a22YxQI/AAAAAAAAOko/NKUY7ea0R_8/s1600/Photo+on+2010-08-25+at+09.48+%232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THU7a22YxQI/AAAAAAAAOko/NKUY7ea0R_8/s320/Photo+on+2010-08-25+at+09.48+%232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's super happy. The crab and tetra fish died within 24 hours of buying them. So I returned them to Walmart in ziploc bags. I'm excited for school to start. But so excited to name our class fish. I haven't decided what its sex should be yet. You know I gotta have that ready or the kids will eat me alive with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;its a boy because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;its a girl because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have the greatest kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I was testing them and one kid leaned back in his chair and kind of groaned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I said, "What's the matter?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He said, "UH! I just can't stop thinking about chocolate cake."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I then said, "Oh my, I love chocolate cake. Now you have me thinking about it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;School starts soon and its all I think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday we went to spoon me after the volunteering at the clinic (mostly I don't do much) and Brad's aunt Pam came. She took 10 days to drive to Provo from Myrtle Beach. And her and her daughter Elizabeth went through 20 lessons of Mandarin. She told me that one lesson was about what you would say if a person knocked on your door at your hotel room and you opened the door what would you say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She said she struggled with that one because she couldn't get past the fact that she was just supposed to let someone in she didn't even know in a foreign country...She said you are supposed to say CHING CHING or something. Which means...come in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She said when she first took Mandarin lessons she thought she was on candid camera. All the sounds and moaning and chirping couldn't be a real language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then I threw my spoon up in the lamp fixture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then I decided to throw Chelsea's up, and I was laughing so hard about CHing Ching...I over threw it and it hit Aunt Pam in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then I realized I was too laugh drunk to throw anymore spoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THU7b51C_9I/AAAAAAAAOkw/UDI1xJSGAtU/s1600/Photo+on+2010-08-25+at+09.40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THU7b51C_9I/AAAAAAAAOkw/UDI1xJSGAtU/s320/Photo+on+2010-08-25+at+09.40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Already I have a tally marks of children who call me Mrs. Clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's cool and hipper than Mrs. Clark. Think I could always wear clock paraphernalia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-1871704825927088408?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1871704825927088408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=1871704825927088408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1871704825927088408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1871704825927088408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/08/taking-time-out.html' title='Taking a Time Out'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/THU7a22YxQI/AAAAAAAAOko/NKUY7ea0R_8/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-08-25+at+09.48+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-4094585328233861904</id><published>2010-08-23T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:24:55.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Westridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chelsea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachelle'/><title type='text'>A Shout Out</title><content type='html'>Back to school night was tonight. Man I was on my feet all day. So much thanks to the following individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THM5saWFfxI/AAAAAAAAOjw/zPqj3W22Cnc/s1600/P1140126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THM5saWFfxI/AAAAAAAAOjw/zPqj3W22Cnc/s320/P1140126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THM5wgsPfBI/AAAAAAAAOj4/1EcML6C05Oc/s1600/P1140124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THM5wgsPfBI/AAAAAAAAOj4/1EcML6C05Oc/s320/P1140124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And by default, or not by choice...Paisley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THM6PfvtkXI/AAAAAAAAOkA/O5erkWJLL5A/s1600/P1110950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THM6PfvtkXI/AAAAAAAAOkA/O5erkWJLL5A/s320/P1110950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chels....she basically lives in the classroom with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THM6SncM0hI/AAAAAAAAOkI/XyF3-okk84s/s1600/P1140204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THM6SncM0hI/AAAAAAAAOkI/XyF3-okk84s/s320/P1140204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachelle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She made my entire word wall...holy smokes it was like 4 hours of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THM6cGogioI/AAAAAAAAOkY/6h31s2NIVkA/s1600/P1140151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THM6cGogioI/AAAAAAAAOkY/6h31s2NIVkA/s320/P1140151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sally....she made all the crayons today. So much work. Not just crayons...like art masterpiece crayons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THM6U4r_u5I/AAAAAAAAOkQ/2oJPJh4leIs/s1600/P1140223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/THM6U4r_u5I/AAAAAAAAOkQ/2oJPJh4leIs/s320/P1140223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And him...he shows up when all the work is almost over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jk he did write Clark in all of my books. With that boy handwriting guys have you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I accepted it with welcome arms. I'm not too stingy. Plus he is so nice to even step foot in all of that cutting and gluing and writing room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ps, isn't his DI outfit rockin!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He did so well at the DI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will have to tune in next time for how to make a classroom look awesome in less than 3 days, and how to find hot deals at the DI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-4094585328233861904?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4094585328233861904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=4094585328233861904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/4094585328233861904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/4094585328233861904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/08/shout-out.html' title='A Shout Out'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/THM5saWFfxI/AAAAAAAAOjw/zPqj3W22Cnc/s72-c/P1140126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-5162790263951698549</id><published>2010-08-18T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:10:02.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby wrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Oh Baby Wrap Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TGw8mdJX-wI/AAAAAAAAOjs/Dqsbb3fe3nA/s1600/2010-08-14_15-38-31_110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TGw8mdJX-wI/AAAAAAAAOjs/Dqsbb3fe3nA/s320/2010-08-14_15-38-31_110.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So remember how I told you I make baby wraps.....ya here is one at its finest work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my niece Jemma. She loved it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I sold 4 at the farmers market on Saturday!! Wooohoooozey! I had only sold 1 up to that point. They are great knit fabric and great for gifts or for yourself you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chelsea and I make them and sell them for 15 bucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;15 bucks!!! You can't even get anything for 15 bucks at a baby store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So here I am, telling you about my little expo of baby wraps. I need to get a small business loan so I can make about 5000 of them, then sell them at something more intense than a farmer's market.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I feel happy about my progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel that my baby and your baby needs a baby wrap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not that I have one, but as Faith told me a few days ago, "Brittany you need a baby in your house!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I said, "where does a baby come from?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She said, "The doctor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then she said, "Don't have a baby tiger though, those are mean."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure how she figured I could have a tiger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-5162790263951698549?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5162790263951698549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=5162790263951698549' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5162790263951698549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5162790263951698549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-baby-wrap-me.html' title='Oh Baby Wrap Me'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TGw8mdJX-wI/AAAAAAAAOjs/Dqsbb3fe3nA/s72-c/2010-08-14_15-38-31_110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-6864261244319917745</id><published>2010-08-17T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:26:06.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counting'/><title type='text'>Counting</title><content type='html'>I wanted to count my blessings. You know kinda rack them up and see what I've got here.&lt;br /&gt;Won 500 dollars cash from Mary Kay. No strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Brad's car for 1200, lasted us a year and hopefully many more.&lt;br /&gt;Sold my car with a dead engine for 900.&lt;br /&gt;Got involved with a reasearch project for extra cash.&lt;br /&gt;Got mailed another research proposal makin gover 100 dollars a month.&lt;br /&gt;A lady knocked on my door to tutor paying me daily when I was unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Sold baby wraps and cards at the farmers market when I was unemployed making over 100 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Sent over 3 wedding presents over a year late when I was unemployed, valuing over 300 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Saved over 500 dollars in my drawer when I was unemployed. Took it to the bank the day before rent was due.&lt;br /&gt;Got a job with apx alarm with awesome benefits.&lt;br /&gt;Got a job with Westridge school which is one minute from my house.&lt;br /&gt;Brad got a 500 dollar scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;We sold all of our books for more than we bought them for making over 300 dollars when I was unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;Brad found 2 brand next to new suits at the DI for 40 dollars together.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't buy groceries for weeks but in turn were fed by friends, family, and people we barely knew.&lt;br /&gt;Prayed and cried and prayed and cried. And made it. We made it. Now I am double employed, and school starts so soon.&lt;br /&gt;Now we find out that Brad graduates December 2011. Instead of April 2012.&lt;br /&gt;So we are blessed. And sometimes I forget how blessed. I suggest all of you count those blessings, and when it gets real bad, don't think about how bad it is for everyone else, just think about your life, because in my moment its tragic to me, and I could care less about anyone else's trials, because mine were mine, and mine were hard to me, but yet think about your trials compared with your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my car to a stupid mistake, and had no job, but it all worked out, and in the meantime I had more than enough blessings to keep me afloat. I forgot so quickly, but looking back I needed those trials, they are what made me better. Not that I am perfect. I am not. But I suggest to you, to count those blessings, they should be more important to you than the trials.&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;God loves us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-6864261244319917745?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6864261244319917745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=6864261244319917745' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/6864261244319917745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/6864261244319917745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/08/counting.html' title='Counting'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-5752388675584439274</id><published>2010-08-12T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:57:06.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Roll on</title><content type='html'>As I started my new job at A P X alarms, I felt fulfilled that I was finally doing something productive, worth while. A job. I may have been a bit over qualified, but it is fun. It is so happy and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was notified that I am going to be the new Kindergarten teacher at Westridge Elementary. About 1 mile away from my house. And where all of Tresa and Jon's kids go to school (my aunt and uncle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be happier. I will keep my job at APX and work part time as a Kindergarten teacher. I feel so lucky and happy!! Now I will be ultra busy! I start school in 12 days!!! And I have an empty curriculum book and an empty classroom!! Life may be a crazy crazy havoc, but I have a great husband and great friends and family that are going to come over and help me set up right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your prayers and encouraging words throughout this long and tiresome summer :) It has been a trail of happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-5752388675584439274?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5752388675584439274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=5752388675584439274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5752388675584439274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5752388675584439274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/08/roll-on.html' title='Roll on'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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-4316077214851000014.post-3747848313937831197</id><published>2010-08-06T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T08:07:35.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='krispy kremes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Withdrawals</title><content type='html'>Sometimes after my birthday I have withdrawals...I wanna go back to the day all about me. It's natural right? I hope so. I had the best birthday from eating four donuts from Krispy Kremes. To hitting range balls in 100 degree weather, to eating at &lt;a href="http://www.cafepaesan.com/"&gt;Cafe Paesan&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Brad having all my family there waiting for me to surprise me. It was the best surprise. I love their food too. So it was a great birthday. Then we came to my house after and Chelsea had done all my dishes and made me cupcakes that read Happy Birthday Brittany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things continued to get better. But now you are wondering what Brad got me...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFwjTRN7d8I/AAAAAAAAOjM/xGTjjX6c3EM/s1600/P1140209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFwjTRN7d8I/AAAAAAAAOjM/xGTjjX6c3EM/s320/P1140209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well lately I always say, I want Krispy Kremes. Let's go. And it is usually 11 PM and Brad is like...you are crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So he got me those..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFwjRUcPJqI/AAAAAAAAOjE/9f4FA9s4XqM/s1600/P1140210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFwjRUcPJqI/AAAAAAAAOjE/9f4FA9s4XqM/s320/P1140210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Such a good surprise. I still haven't eaten the Happy B-day one he made someone write on there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well if you are aware I love baths. I love everything about them. I love soaking in there for over an hour. I love reading in there. I love running the water while I am hunched around it splashing it on myself. I love pouring in Epsom Salts to relax my sore muscles. I love it. And at my last apartment I didn't have a bathtub. So anytime I would go anywhere I would ask to get in their tub (if I was staying the night at my sisters or something). So if I love baths, you know my grandma gave me a bath pillow one year. Its pink and blow up and it suctions to the bathtub. And you know I have a bathrobe. But it was thin old and yucky. So Brad got one that is so lush for my birthday. It actually was expensive too, you know you just don't spend money on bathrobes, unless your wife is obsessed with bath related items.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFwjuqjlNhI/AAAAAAAAOjk/I9ymcOtAkNs/s1600/P1140218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFwjuqjlNhI/AAAAAAAAOjk/I9ymcOtAkNs/s320/P1140218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So it is towel on the inside (HUGE PLUS) and cloth soft soft soft on the outside, and it even has these cute borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFwjWZVyYgI/AAAAAAAAOjc/lI3k0uIT9_Q/s1600/P1140219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFwjWZVyYgI/AAAAAAAAOjc/lI3k0uIT9_Q/s320/P1140219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Around the sleeves and pockets. So Brad told me to check the pockets. There was a Ross Gift Card in one, and there was supposed to be an Old Navy one in the other, but since I told him I was going to Gap, he went to Old Navy and I decided to go to Old Navy too, and we ran into each other there and he got mad at me for ruining his other pocket surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then he said, check the inside pocket. Who knew this robe had an inside pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And inside it were...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jack Johnson tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFwjU-tRLkI/AAAAAAAAOjU/yo90Zuz58g0/s1600/P1140217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFwjU-tRLkI/AAAAAAAAOjU/yo90Zuz58g0/s320/P1140217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love that man. And I love his songs. And so does Brad. Last year for my birthday Brad wrote me a wonderful song and sang it to me, but...sadly he didn't do that this year :(. But this was a concert full of songs. And we are going this next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was a hit, and I was so glad I got to share it with friends and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-3747848313937831197?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3747848313937831197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=3747848313937831197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3747848313937831197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3747848313937831197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/08/withdrawals.html' title='Withdrawals'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TFwjTRN7d8I/AAAAAAAAOjM/xGTjjX6c3EM/s72-c/P1140209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-8854228724078516240</id><published>2010-08-03T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:26:03.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Dreams..</title><content type='html'>If I could have an ideal birthday, my bedroom would become this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFgycjvYAbI/AAAAAAAAOi0/0kBo4SyHbsQ/s1600/img19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFgycjvYAbI/AAAAAAAAOi0/0kBo4SyHbsQ/s320/img19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pottery Barn, it never goes wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I doubt that would happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFgzCvU78oI/AAAAAAAAOi8/RpCwa9MgvXc/s1600/erez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFgzCvU78oI/AAAAAAAAOi8/RpCwa9MgvXc/s320/erez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I would be dressed in JCREW and this gold glitter skirt. Total cost of outfit 1,345.00 or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH MY HEck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad left me, but he just got back and brought me Krispy Kremes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have sure been cravin those. But then he left me again to go get milk for my hot doughnuts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I can finish this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea what we are doing today. No stinkin idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night we went to Happy Sumo for my birthday dinner with Brad's Mom. But the Bachelorette was on and I thought it was ultra boring. So we had to go really early!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I hope this birthday just continues and continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So happy birthday to me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-8854228724078516240?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8854228724078516240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=8854228724078516240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8854228724078516240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8854228724078516240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday-dreams.html' title='Birthday Dreams..'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TFgycjvYAbI/AAAAAAAAOi0/0kBo4SyHbsQ/s72-c/img19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-1286432424851983812</id><published>2010-08-02T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T08:24:04.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowcone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Provo'/><title type='text'>I cannot live without it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFbin4C17LI/AAAAAAAAOis/A1DF3fKH90A/s1600/P1130891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFbin4C17LI/AAAAAAAAOis/A1DF3fKH90A/s320/P1130891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This snow cone place. Oh my gosh. I have to have at least 3 a week. Seriously. We have used about 3 of our free ones, from buying ten, you get a free one. Ridiculous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But so summerish. And so good. I recommend it. On canyon road, Provo. Go, and don't be disappointed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-1286432424851983812?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1286432424851983812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=1286432424851983812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1286432424851983812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/1286432424851983812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cannot-live-without-it.html' title='I cannot live without it.'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TFbin4C17LI/AAAAAAAAOis/A1DF3fKH90A/s72-c/P1130891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-7148165899564133890</id><published>2010-08-01T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T13:18:15.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indexing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the new month!! Today was such an amazing day at church. I bore my testimony, and I feel like a testimony is so powerful, and you really realize how much strength people have, and you yourself can have. But I just wanted to remind everyone that you need to serve others, and what a more perfect way than indexing. I made a goal to index at least one page every Sunday. I think you should make that goal too. Not only will it bring you closer to the Lord, but it will help you be excited about the Lord's work, and gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFXV1T6Fz0I/AAAAAAAAOik/RYzlMXL6Vaw/s1600/familysearchindexing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFXV1T6Fz0I/AAAAAAAAOik/RYzlMXL6Vaw/s320/familysearchindexing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So start today, make it a habit, and love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://indexing.familysearch.org/newuser/nuhome.jsf?3.6.2"&gt;Click here to get started&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's important, and what a great way to spend your Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-7148165899564133890?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7148165899564133890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=7148165899564133890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7148165899564133890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7148165899564133890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/08/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TFXV1T6Fz0I/AAAAAAAAOik/RYzlMXL6Vaw/s72-c/familysearchindexing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-5777936780401347194</id><published>2010-07-29T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T10:34:14.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lava'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>Does your?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Husband do the dishes, or I guess if you are a male reading my blog (rare but possible) does your wife do the dishes after you make dinner and zucchini bread? Did I just have to do spell check on zucchini? Yes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brad seems to always love to do the dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at how much he loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG4vD2pgdI/AAAAAAAAOgI/glWQZ9xNDns/s1600/P1140182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG4vD2pgdI/AAAAAAAAOgI/glWQZ9xNDns/s320/P1140182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at all that laundry piling up! Gross!! I need to get on that, and get it done. Too much swimming going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad and I just got back from our annual Lava Hot Springs trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5BrY2uVI/AAAAAAAAOgQ/KV8WJOxLhYA/s1600/P1140050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5BrY2uVI/AAAAAAAAOgQ/KV8WJOxLhYA/s320/P1140050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hans and Frans are the Emcee's at the talent show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't know who they are....check this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hans_and_Franz"&gt;OUT&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5dobLgjI/AAAAAAAAOgY/h_G2CdaKHS0/s1600/P1140068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5dobLgjI/AAAAAAAAOgY/h_G2CdaKHS0/s320/P1140068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Talent Show is a big deal...there are many viewers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5hLvLiII/AAAAAAAAOgg/zHsyN940pac/s1600/P1140082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5hLvLiII/AAAAAAAAOgg/zHsyN940pac/s320/P1140082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Tresa and Tess, Tresa is the mom, Tess is the daughter (my cousin). Paisley is in Tess's lap, and Grace is in Tresa's lap. Tess and Paisley are sisters. Paisley is Tresa's grandaughter. Grace is Paisley's aunt. Cool huh? There are a few of those in my family :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5k-xGFUI/AAAAAAAAOgo/XI8D5zOQr8Y/s1600/P1140139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5k-xGFUI/AAAAAAAAOgo/XI8D5zOQr8Y/s320/P1140139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Faith was a grumpy stumpy, so I told her to look at me and she looked and I caught this beautiful expression of love and joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5oMTYnNI/AAAAAAAAOgw/ebs7TJ3BmwA/s1600/P1140121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5oMTYnNI/AAAAAAAAOgw/ebs7TJ3BmwA/s320/P1140121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course Brad and I hit up Buddy's Oasis which consisted of two boiling hot tubs. We were alone in this oasis. I was waterlogged by the end of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5qyex_aI/AAAAAAAAOg4/jgzLwT54B0g/s1600/P1140118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5qyex_aI/AAAAAAAAOg4/jgzLwT54B0g/s320/P1140118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is going to become an annual event. This Buddy's Oasis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5tfL0d8I/AAAAAAAAOhA/iIWroUsXoSw/s1600/P1140160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5tfL0d8I/AAAAAAAAOhA/iIWroUsXoSw/s320/P1140160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The next day is tube the river day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We load up in this trailer and try to not get pulled over. When kids were screaming, my aunt Robin said, "Don't scream, MOO!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5wgeTblI/AAAAAAAAOhI/zE77EBB0vxI/s1600/P1140163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG5wgeTblI/AAAAAAAAOhI/zE77EBB0vxI/s320/P1140163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we make the trek down to the river. This is Tyler. He actually is TJ to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG52Tt4UfI/AAAAAAAAOhQ/OclmTJ_5qgU/s1600/P1140173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG52Tt4UfI/AAAAAAAAOhQ/OclmTJ_5qgU/s320/P1140173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we all link up and have a grand ol' time. This is me attempting to keep Lad happy, and hold on to other's tubes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG57OcqxAI/AAAAAAAAOhY/7Re-1iLbcGc/s1600/P1140177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG57OcqxAI/AAAAAAAAOhY/7Re-1iLbcGc/s320/P1140177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we smile and are so happy we came to Lava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-5777936780401347194?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5777936780401347194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=5777936780401347194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5777936780401347194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/5777936780401347194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/does-your.html' title='Does your?'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TFG4vD2pgdI/AAAAAAAAOgI/glWQZ9xNDns/s72-c/P1140182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-3045210714620815198</id><published>2010-07-24T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T06:21:00.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your Lazy Butt outta Bed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEqGwrtd6FI/AAAAAAAAOgA/77rqookD4ZU/s1600/P1100531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEqGwrtd6FI/AAAAAAAAOgA/77rqookD4ZU/s320/P1100531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ya that's right, I'm talking to you. And you, and you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Come to the Orem City Farmer's Market, come and visit me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In the RC Willey Parking lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Not only will I be selling all natural skincare, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I have a surprise for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Yes yes a surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Chelsea and I are making baby wraps, and selling them at the market, and I am keeping it secret so you will come come visit me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Then after you can go to the Provo City Farmer's market! It will be the best day for you ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So get outta bed right now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-3045210714620815198?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3045210714620815198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=3045210714620815198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3045210714620815198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3045210714620815198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/get-your-lazy-butt-outta-bed_24.html' title='Get your Lazy Butt outta Bed..'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TEqGwrtd6FI/AAAAAAAAOgA/77rqookD4ZU/s72-c/P1100531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-3744315531553013548</id><published>2010-07-23T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:47:28.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><title type='text'>It's true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEniNMZu3QI/AAAAAAAAOf4/C8NKKQAsAIg/s1600/P1130880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEniNMZu3QI/AAAAAAAAOf4/C8NKKQAsAIg/s320/P1130880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true... I golf. I golf. I took a golf class, and now I golf frequently. With Brad, Chelsea, or whoever wants to come. At first it was a matter of, "Oh my gosh, I'm throwing my ball forward, because I can throw it farther than I can hit it." But now it's a matter of, I can get 3 over par!!!! Or less. I did get par once...yesterday. It was great. And I lost my cell phone for a matter of time, and I didn't even care. It was like, finally, a break from people calling and telling me, "Sorry we hired someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, a break from rejection, failure, and you are not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a lighter note I had a small meltdown yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even feel like I could leave the house. I thought I was fat...freak I know that is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;But I justify it by thinking that every girl feels that way. It is like you are too fat for you, even if you aren't per-say....overweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad spent like 30 minutes attempting to convince me I wasn't. When I really just felt that way. So I put on a baggy shirt and felt lots better. Sometimes showing less is more. Like one piece swim suits you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had dreams all night last night that I was pregnant, more like nightmares. It was like we couldn't afford a crib, and so the baby had to sleep with me, and I was worried I was going to roll over the baby all night, like my favorite story in the Bible, where they are going to cut the baby in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to paint my mother-in-law's house. Ya, the whole thing with a paint brush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-3744315531553013548?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3744315531553013548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=3744315531553013548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3744315531553013548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/3744315531553013548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s true.'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TEniNMZu3QI/AAAAAAAAOf4/C8NKKQAsAIg/s72-c/P1130880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-7942612856169246082</id><published>2010-07-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:24:01.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artisan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandwich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poppyseed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cream cheese'/><title type='text'>How to Make a Delicious Artisan Sandwich: Perfect, Yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm guessing none of you know how to make a sandwich. That is where I come in with my how to guide. I will teach you things you have never seen before. Things obviously you cannot learn from your mom. You think everybody learns how to clean ceiling fans and make sandwiches from their mom? You are wrong wrong wrong, just because your mom was superwoman, some of our moms had better things to do then teach us the basics. That's where I come in teaching you the basics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To make this gourmet sandwich you will need..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhzY0ogkSI/AAAAAAAAOc4/j_7I6lf1rjM/s1600/P1130934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhzY0ogkSI/AAAAAAAAOc4/j_7I6lf1rjM/s320/P1130934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cream Cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chreame Cheese. That's what it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhzfbyqJoI/AAAAAAAAOdA/P7QVqasERGQ/s1600/P1130938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhzfbyqJoI/AAAAAAAAOdA/P7QVqasERGQ/s320/P1130938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artisan Bread. So delicious and scrumptious. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't have this...it won't be the same so don't even try...(joke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhziNf-P4I/AAAAAAAAOdI/eNhZTHuUQPU/s1600/P1130939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhziNf-P4I/AAAAAAAAOdI/eNhZTHuUQPU/s320/P1130939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Deli Cuts. Deli Cuts. &amp;nbsp;Heart Smart Deli Cuts...so wonderful. So thin, and so cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I always buy the meat on sale and its usually Deli Cuts...wonder why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Except at Costco I buy the expensive deliciously wonderful meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhzlNMwqzI/AAAAAAAAOdQ/OOZLEBDHdFQ/s1600/P1130940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhzlNMwqzI/AAAAAAAAOdQ/OOZLEBDHdFQ/s320/P1130940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right Economy Hot Pepper from Gossners in Logan. .68 cents for almost a pound of cheese. 1/pound, thats a good deal. We bought about a 3 month supply. So good. We need to get back to that cheese factory. So basically this is pepper-jack cheese, and its not that hot. Perfect for our artisan sandwich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh3XF-p8WI/AAAAAAAAOfg/4IrVPy8UZSU/s1600/P1130935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh3XF-p8WI/AAAAAAAAOfg/4IrVPy8UZSU/s320/P1130935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Briannas' Poppyseed dressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't live without it. Perfect for sandwiches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh3Z0f00RI/AAAAAAAAOfo/VOqBpFWjyLI/s1600/P1130936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh3Z0f00RI/AAAAAAAAOfo/VOqBpFWjyLI/s320/P1130936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yellow Squash. Perfect yellow squash from my mother-in-laws garden..our garden was overrun with quack grass. I couldn't control it. I couldn't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's get this sandwich started. Kinda like, let's get this party started...same thing...same party.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slice the bread in half....and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhzrpqqp3I/AAAAAAAAOdY/LEXAMhraAlM/s1600/P1130942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhzrpqqp3I/AAAAAAAAOdY/LEXAMhraAlM/s320/P1130942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apply chreame cheese not evenly, just everywhere, everywhere you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0MdaH0mI/AAAAAAAAOeQ/mloLM_D1Eu0/s1600/P1130943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0MdaH0mI/AAAAAAAAOeQ/mloLM_D1Eu0/s320/P1130943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Add poppy seed dressing over the chreame cheese. Lightly but make sure you can see those seeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then slice your deli cuts. Slice them perfectly like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhz1XRP1UI/AAAAAAAAOdg/Dq29hxL1K-k/s1600/P1130944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhz1XRP1UI/AAAAAAAAOdg/Dq29hxL1K-k/s320/P1130944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slice your meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhz-WP-AYI/AAAAAAAAOdw/PoiV2oZnp28/s1600/P1130947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhz-WP-AYI/AAAAAAAAOdw/PoiV2oZnp28/s320/P1130947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slice your squash. Obviously I never use the right knife for anything. I'm a conservationist. I use the knife to cut the bread, same knife to slice the meat, same knife to slice the squash. Therefore the lines in the squash are from a bread knife..that's what I'm getting at here. That's what I'm trying to say, THERE ARE LINES IN THE SQUASH I USED THE WRONG KNIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0Ec1LgFI/AAAAAAAAOeA/-82AZw10puY/s1600/P1130949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0Ec1LgFI/AAAAAAAAOeA/-82AZw10puY/s320/P1130949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Slice your cheese, preferably with the same knife, we are conservative here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhz7NTChnI/AAAAAAAAOdo/EAMjuiy0yhQ/s1600/P1130945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhz7NTChnI/AAAAAAAAOdo/EAMjuiy0yhQ/s320/P1130945.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Apply the ingredients. Starting with the meat. Heavy, but not too heavy, the meat is what gives the &amp;nbsp;meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0BprC5PI/AAAAAAAAOd4/SA9hY-I_UK8/s1600/P1130948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0BprC5PI/AAAAAAAAOd4/SA9hY-I_UK8/s320/P1130948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Add your squash. My grandpa and dad say sqarsh. It's funny. Or maybe its an old joke. That we don't think is funny we just ignore it when they say it...you know those kinds of jokes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0HvLnjKI/AAAAAAAAOeI/Xd-q435vvwI/s1600/P1130950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0HvLnjKI/AAAAAAAAOeI/Xd-q435vvwI/s320/P1130950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Apply the cheese on the meat side, cuz you want your sqarsh to get cooked and crispy, meat doesn't need to be cooked, just roasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0Pk42MXI/AAAAAAAAOeY/Cz8ckjyiuj4/s1600/P1130952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0Pk42MXI/AAAAAAAAOeY/Cz8ckjyiuj4/s320/P1130952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;You may need a spatuala to pick them up and transfer to your cooking panel. (Panel? Is that even a real term in cooking....I'm pretending like it is.) You can use your stove on 400, or you can use your toaster oven like me...I got this for Brad for his Vday present...it was a makeup VDAY present because I failed on the first one. FAILED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh7oCkOElI/AAAAAAAAOfw/e4ECl2aOzqY/s1600/P1130955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh7oCkOElI/AAAAAAAAOfw/e4ECl2aOzqY/s320/P1130955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Turn it for a few minutes...less than ten more than five kinda thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0e_ZcupI/AAAAAAAAOeo/l9_9YLV3pw0/s1600/P1130954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0e_ZcupI/AAAAAAAAOeo/l9_9YLV3pw0/s320/P1130954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Watch it swelter and welter in there. Not for too long...do your dishes (oh wait you only have a dirty knife from this meal...) So do your laundry, oh wait you already got it done because this meal only took 10 minutes to cook and prepare. So clean your floors, oh wait..you get the jiff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0izMtesI/AAAAAAAAOew/u8Kns5RpJiM/s1600/P1130956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0izMtesI/AAAAAAAAOew/u8Kns5RpJiM/s320/P1130956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;So times up! Look at these bad boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Melted cheese, cooked sqarsh. Kinda crispy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, its not over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0tRPeUwI/AAAAAAAAOfA/t2dAl0kKHDo/s1600/P1130962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0tRPeUwI/AAAAAAAAOfA/t2dAl0kKHDo/s320/P1130962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;You're going to need green onions and scissors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Real bad you need them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0wGnJ85I/AAAAAAAAOfI/CDKzmNT9xts/s1600/P1130963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh0wGnJ85I/AAAAAAAAOfI/CDKzmNT9xts/s320/P1130963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Scissor them on there. If you want them to be less oniony then you can cook them, I like the crunch they give uncooked...so you decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh00M59fbI/AAAAAAAAOfQ/Z2FjcwDXdyw/s1600/P1130964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh00M59fbI/AAAAAAAAOfQ/Z2FjcwDXdyw/s320/P1130964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Flip that sandwich over. And behold your masterpiece. Looks gourmet doesn't it? Looks professh. Like some professh guy did it. Nope. Just a ten minute sandy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh02x9PLcI/AAAAAAAAOfY/n0zpiDlPrxU/s1600/P1130965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEh02x9PLcI/AAAAAAAAOfY/n0zpiDlPrxU/s320/P1130965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Then cut it, with that all purpose knife we have been using throughout this entire journey. This is the best journey I'm so sorry that it is over. But I got to get this sandwich in my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Taste it and love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-7942612856169246082?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7942612856169246082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=7942612856169246082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7942612856169246082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/7942612856169246082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-make-delicious-artisan-sandwich.html' title='How to Make a Delicious Artisan Sandwich: Perfect, Yes.'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TEhzY0ogkSI/AAAAAAAAOc4/j_7I6lf1rjM/s72-c/P1130934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-254449010277472576</id><published>2010-07-21T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:36:02.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engaged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy man with freckles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july'/><title type='text'>Why did this ever go away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know that feeling when you got engaged??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That feeling of utter desperateness to let everyone know how happy you are. How you just chose your soul mate? How you are jumping inside, and nothing could go wrong? And you have so much to look forward to, bridal showers, wedding day, wedding night, then marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember that feeling of such happiness it is just weird how your body could ever be that happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate how that goes away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcYQ04lKdI/AAAAAAAAOb4/_sLClY90-R0/s1600/P1090949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcYQ04lKdI/AAAAAAAAOb4/_sLClY90-R0/s320/P1090949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But let's talk about other things that go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcYyDcMEqI/AAAAAAAAOcA/Z9_wR3gqlEA/s1600/Scan+1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcYyDcMEqI/AAAAAAAAOcA/Z9_wR3gqlEA/s320/Scan+1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hairdos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(thanks Brad's mom and grandma for being okay with me and my weirdness)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcZC5HF2cI/AAAAAAAAOcI/eJ_RIUMJxTU/s1600/5-7-2009+11%3B45%3B56+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcZC5HF2cI/AAAAAAAAOcI/eJ_RIUMJxTU/s320/5-7-2009+11%3B45%3B56+PM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Innocence, but not freckles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcaXYX5r0I/AAAAAAAAOcg/428tWw4VqlE/s1600/P1120291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcaXYX5r0I/AAAAAAAAOcg/428tWw4VqlE/s320/P1120291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Freckles always stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcaBljrD1I/AAAAAAAAOcY/2nO-5EPDnvk/s1600/IMG_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcaBljrD1I/AAAAAAAAOcY/2nO-5EPDnvk/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ability to dress up like this when it's not Halloween...and everything is fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcZ6u_mgDI/AAAAAAAAOcQ/u8O5gAWPX3A/s1600/5-24-2009+10%3B17%3B28+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcZ6u_mgDI/AAAAAAAAOcQ/u8O5gAWPX3A/s320/5-24-2009+10%3B17%3B28+PM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ability to spread flour everywhere and wear no pants or diaper, and drink a bottle. Oh bottle drinking, why did that ever go away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcbnFJ48RI/AAAAAAAAOcw/mjIkgJdu48s/s1600/P1130835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcbnFJ48RI/AAAAAAAAOcw/mjIkgJdu48s/s320/P1130835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My operator job....why oh why did it ever have to go away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh &amp;nbsp;my goodness, these things are depressing me. I want to talk about something else now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcbfBWCTSI/AAAAAAAAOco/0pJguqX0wi4/s1600/P1120981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcbfBWCTSI/AAAAAAAAOco/0pJguqX0wi4/s320/P1120981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There...that's better. Maybe Brad's desire to get a gun, will come sooner than he thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-254449010277472576?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/254449010277472576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=254449010277472576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/254449010277472576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/254449010277472576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-did-this-ever-go-away.html' title='Why did this ever go away?'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TEcYQ04lKdI/AAAAAAAAOb4/_sLClY90-R0/s72-c/P1090949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-8119541489702858253</id><published>2010-07-20T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:22:18.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july'/><title type='text'>Early Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEXV-k0guYI/AAAAAAAAObg/eI3_84mib3o/s1600/Photo+on+2010-07-20+at+10.58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEXV-k0guYI/AAAAAAAAObg/eI3_84mib3o/s320/Photo+on+2010-07-20+at+10.58.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's funny how early morning in the summer is around 11:00. And during the school year its around 7:00. And that's just the way it is. Brad had to go train a guy in his lab how to take samples from mice, or something complicated like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have 2 job interviews today. Job interviews that are really good jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just hope I get them. Pray I get them. Well one of them would be perfect, because that's all I need right? Just one job. Some people can't find any jobs...so one would be a miracle on my street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Natalie's birthday today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We do cool things at the pool together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEXY9wsxtLI/AAAAAAAAObo/bqpSZscR-hw/s1600/IMG_9514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEXY9wsxtLI/AAAAAAAAObo/bqpSZscR-hw/s320/IMG_9514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our signature birthing move.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natalie did a face plant. It was a cute one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yesterday we celebrated by going to Macaroni Grill. The lady sang to her, while I was on my phone to the guy I sold my car to. It was awkward and he wouldn't stop talking so I just hung up, when I called him back, I said, "Sorry I must have lost you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really the truth would have been fine too, "Hey sorry, you were talking and talking, so I just hung up because the lady was singing in Italian happy birthday to my dear friend, and I had to be there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are friends. And Happy birthday Natalie. On my gmail chat where her name goes it says Nat Nat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEXbJoL7zwI/AAAAAAAAObw/8aesdGUplpc/s1600/DSC_0554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TEXbJoL7zwI/AAAAAAAAObw/8aesdGUplpc/s320/DSC_0554.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-8119541489702858253?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8119541489702858253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=8119541489702858253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8119541489702858253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8119541489702858253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/early-morning.html' title='Early Morning'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TEXV-k0guYI/AAAAAAAAObg/eI3_84mib3o/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-07-20+at+10.58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-8547387559111240475</id><published>2010-07-19T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:25:54.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essentially basic skincare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winners'/><title type='text'>Winners!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="background-color: white; color: #6f6fc4; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 1.8em; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Random Integer Generator&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.7em; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are your random numbers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;pre class="data" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 2em; text-align: center;"&gt;17 21 20&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="data" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;I can't believe they were so close together, but they needed it the most!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="data" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="data" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 2em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt id="c5739462255210168572" style="cursor: pointer; font: normal normal bold 112%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; padding-top: 0px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Blogger" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(https://www.blogger.com/img/cmt/comment_sprite.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: -45px -117px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; height: 16px; margin-right: 4px; width: 16px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876251914718292525" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3366cc; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Michelle's College Adventures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;said...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;orange. p.s. i'm allergic to nuts ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-timestamp" style="color: #777777; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;July 17, 2010 11:05 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-timestamp" style="color: #777777; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large; font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px; white-space: normal;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Blogger" class="comment-icon blogger-comment" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(https://www.blogger.com/img/cmt/comment_sprite.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: -45px -117px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; height: 16px; margin-right: 4px; width: 16px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09217576860812305877" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3366cc; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;lisa forsyth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'd say Peppermint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-timestamp" style="color: #777777; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;July 17, 2010 11:59 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="item-control"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;amp;postID=996435813889522219" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #3366cc; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;img alt="Delete" class="icon_delete" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; 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background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(https://www.blogger.com/img/cmt/comment_sprite.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: -45px -117px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; height: 16px; margin-right: 4px; width: 16px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16021233527140771193" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3366cc; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Emily N.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;said...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.75em;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;orange or lemon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-timestamp" style="color: #777777; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;July 17, 2010 8:04 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="item-control"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;amp;postID=3432145376806613501" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #3366cc; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;img alt="Delete" class="icon_delete" src="https://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(https://www.blogger.com/img/cmt/comment_sprite.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: -32px -101px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; height: 13px; width: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats guys!! I have already contacted all of you, check your blog or email to find my message! You are the lucky winners! And visit essentiallybasic at the Orem Farmer's Market this Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-8547387559111240475?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8547387559111240475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=8547387559111240475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8547387559111240475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/8547387559111240475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/winners.html' title='Winners!!!'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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-4316077214851000014.post-788132426852579762</id><published>2010-07-18T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:02:47.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july'/><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TENcwFLtCuI/AAAAAAAAObQ/DJKqaGTA0pg/s1600/P1100629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TENcwFLtCuI/AAAAAAAAObQ/DJKqaGTA0pg/s320/P1100629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't forget today is the last day of the giveaway!! You need to post to be entered in! Also I wanted you to see this most beautiful picture I took of the DC temple, which is actually in Maryland. I love it, and it is such a testimony to see it when you are driving and its above the trees. So beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will announce the winners soon! And I will contact you through email (google profile email) and go from there! Don't forget to post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-788132426852579762?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/788132426852579762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=788132426852579762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/788132426852579762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/788132426852579762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TENcwFLtCuI/AAAAAAAAObQ/DJKqaGTA0pg/s72-c/P1100629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-2617342189637260286</id><published>2010-07-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T07:00:10.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essentially basic skincare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face toner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face wash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facial cleanser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all natural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skincare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tosha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body butter'/><title type='text'>GIVEAWAY!!! ON MY BLOG!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right people I am having a splendid giveaway. On this very blog. No crazy link to another blog, no catch. It's free if you win. It's totally free!! And its so AWESOME!!!! I can't stop being excited about it. Wahoo Wahoo Wahoo. &amp;nbsp;Be excited with me. These are the things you need to be/do to qualify. But make sure you read further down for more details, this is just to get your gears goin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Comment saying your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;favorite flavor of body butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from these options: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;lemon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;lime&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;lavender&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;peppermint&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Can't be my sibling. . . Sorry :) Anyone else qualifies, relatives, friends, friends of friends, I have never met you in my life...you're in.&lt;br /&gt;3. Enter before Midnight on Sunday the 18th of July. So you have Friday, Sat, and Sun, get to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now with what you win!!!!!!!! Wahoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Products.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister has an All Natural Skincare Line called Essentially Basic Skincare...she has been working on it for 3 years now so it is next to perfect :) And I am giving away three products from her line, because I love you all so much, and because I use all of her product and I know that it works for me and it has saved me in so many ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three products, valued around 60 dollars, so you need to jump on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;grand prize&lt;/span&gt; is a skin toner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD_yV8hIywI/AAAAAAAAObA/APAmMLeS0KU/s1600/aat+edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD_yV8hIywI/AAAAAAAAObA/APAmMLeS0KU/s320/aat+edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is an anti-aging toner with bergamot and ginger, what does that even mean you ask!?!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?Why-Using-a-Toner-as-Part-of-Your-Skin-Care-Regime-is-Important&amp;amp;id=132900"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; and you will see exactly why a toner is NECESSARY for your skin. Not just a store bought toner, but an accurately established toner that is ALL NATURAL. Gosh toners help your acne, decrease pore size, and with that keeping dust and dirt out of your pores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, all you need to do is tell me your body butter fav and you are in the runnings for this wonderful product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD_r6eM1KYI/AAAAAAAAOag/E2KhDm3D75k/s1600/P1130978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD_r6eM1KYI/AAAAAAAAOag/E2KhDm3D75k/s320/P1130978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the ingredients, and notice the essential oils and wonderful ingreds. (short for ingredients)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2nd Prize!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Herbal facial cleanse. Basically a fancy way of saying 'all natural face wash'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD_yXZXYTZI/AAAAAAAAObI/ZmyVKu1s4KU/s1600/eb+hfcedited2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD_yXZXYTZI/AAAAAAAAObI/ZmyVKu1s4KU/s320/eb+hfcedited2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD_v0sely9I/AAAAAAAAOa4/NEVWy8t4ECk/s1600/P1140009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD_v0sely9I/AAAAAAAAOa4/NEVWy8t4ECk/s320/P1140009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the ingredients and it does have almond extract, so if you are allergic to nuts, make sure you also write that in your blog comment and if you win I will give another prize! So don't eliminate yourself. For those of you that are not allergic, it smells DIVINE!! I love using it on my face, and it takes off my mascara, which is a problem for me.....most face washes don't conquer the mascara, but it also is all natural and good for your skin. Great for your skin. You all know why you need face wash...duh, I don't need to tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;3rd Prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD_rxMazD_I/AAAAAAAAOaA/FwQz1lcEvCM/s1600/P1130966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD_rxMazD_I/AAAAAAAAOaA/FwQz1lcEvCM/s320/P1130966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmmmm Body Butter, yum.... so creamy and wonderful for your skin. This one in particular is peppermint. And wow, you will love it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD_rzS9FkkI/AAAAAAAAOaI/Fuy2xioTMk0/s1600/P1130970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD_rzS9FkkI/AAAAAAAAOaI/Fuy2xioTMk0/s320/P1130970.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This has peppermint, oregano oil, rosemary extract, shea butter, coconut oil, and other divine stuff. Seriously its a best seller. People put it on their skin then they walk away with it because it is divine. Divine I tell you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So post away to win away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I myself wish I could post....but I guess I don't qualify.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also check out her blog/website to purchase products.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can purchase right through paypal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://essentiallybasic.com/"&gt;essentiallybasic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy posting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316077214851000014-2617342189637260286?l=brittanyhansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2617342189637260286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316077214851000014&amp;postID=2617342189637260286' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/2617342189637260286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316077214851000014/posts/default/2617342189637260286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittanyhansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/giveaway-on-my-blog.html' title='GIVEAWAY!!! ON MY BLOG!!!!'/><author><name>Brittany Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945750411627222863</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/_JMEblNoO25M/TD_yV8hIywI/AAAAAAAAObA/APAmMLeS0KU/s72-c/aat+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316077214851000014.post-7481692270309229396</id><published>2010-07-15T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:46:57.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeremy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maddie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skinners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='molly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah'/><title type='text'>I have some really great</title><content type='html'>Nieces...&lt;br /&gt;They are so great and man are they ever cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You see we had Mad Mad's party, and I took some shots of their faces. Cute faces. SO cute faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8q_KhZ7aI/AAAAAAAAOYo/cFZJEKqCApE/s1600/P1130892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8q_KhZ7aI/AAAAAAAAOYo/cFZJEKqCApE/s320/P1130892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maddie, she is the oldest of my sister's children, she is also the first grandchild on both sides!!!! It was her birthday, and she has a lisp, just like Hannah. We don't make fun of it though, we embrace it. Or embrath it....Get it? Embrace with a th....like I have a lisp. Ya, okay, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8rf1wBrCI/AAAAAAAAOZA/Zj8GWIHwpnE/s1600/P1130903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8rf1wBrCI/AAAAAAAAOZA/Zj8GWIHwpnE/s320/P1130903.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then there is Molly, she doesn't have this weird underbite in real life, she just was a little confused at my desire to shove a camera in her face. Her swim suit was to die for cute, it had that ruffle factor going on, makes you wanna squeeze cheeks and cuddle with the cute baby wearing it. She is a doll and we love her, she gets attached to people and never leaves their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8rYobBQXI/AAAAAAAAOY4/MVVnMkUMOFI/s1600/P1130900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8rYobBQXI/AAAAAAAAOY4/MVVnMkUMOFI/s320/P1130900.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this doll is Halle. No way you can't pick her up and kiss her and shake her making sure she is real, because she is so cute. No stinkin way. Especially when she does this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8rUpkeDqI/AAAAAAAAOYw/7CMUQAotcYU/s1600/P1130897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8rUpkeDqI/AAAAAAAAOYw/7CMUQAotcYU/s320/P1130897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodness, look at those teeth, and those cheeks, and those eyes....I need a baby to stare at. Because this is unreal. If you are a mom out there, did you crave babies before you had one? And after you had one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm an addicted craver. Then I look at my bank account, years left in school for Brad, and say...there will be plenty of time for babies. But I still crave them, addictively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8rhy3QjpI/AAAAAAAAOZI/my_fvoCngcs/s1600/P1130899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8rhy3QjpI/AAAAAAAAOZI/my_fvoCngcs/s320/P1130899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother Hannah, I just hope I look as good as she does after three girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8rpD0JyoI/AAAAAAAAOZQ/hg3O8fLrw3w/s1600/P1130911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8rpD0JyoI/AAAAAAAAOZQ/hg3O8fLrw3w/s320/P1130911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Father Jeremy. He's a dentist. So they all have picture perfect teeth. Brad and I can't afford the dentist, so its been awhile.....new topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, I have lots of nieces, and don't feel I love these nieces more than the others, by no means do I. I love them all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8rvSqsS_I/AAAAAAAAOZg/PjkPhYHR4CU/s1600/P1130909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD8rvSqsS_I/AAAAAAAAOZg/PjkPhYHR4CU/s320/P1130909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Sophia. She is Tanner's baby. I love her, and so does Brad apparently, because when she fell in I said. BRAD! She fell in! GRAB HER!! And she was grabbed immediately by Brad. Amanda is her mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I promise my nieces are the greatest thing. You just have to experience them, but don't think I left out my favorite toddler...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMEblNoO25M/TD87CJopW5I/AAAAAAAAOZo/ZoUCynL6QW0/s1600/P1120719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src=
