<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652690889824041068</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:47:02.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Relax!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652690889824041068.post-6771344396327170944</id><published>2009-09-16T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:58:34.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M BLOGGING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know...shocker.  Life has been crazy the past 2 months.  But they have been the bestest best {two} months ever!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'm blogging somewhere else now.&lt;br /&gt;brimhallee&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.blogspot.com just isn't appropriate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now find the thoughts of Allee&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;(&amp;amp; Brandon)&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;www.bajohnson999.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-6771344396327170944?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/6771344396327170944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=6771344396327170944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/6771344396327170944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/6771344396327170944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-blogging-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-2975289390521183260</id><published>2009-06-15T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:57:44.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My job &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ROCKS&lt;/span&gt;!!!  This summer I get to spend nearly every day of every week with one of my boys....Jack or Tyler.  They are so amazing!!!  Three days out of the week I get to go to school with Jack and play with other kids who are mentally handicapped.  It is the by far the best experience I have ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*The other day, at the school, there were two kids waiting in line to be able to toss a bean bag.  The boy turned to the girl and said,"Can I have a hug?"  (but in his cute, not so perfect, a bit slurred way)  "Sure!"  she answered with a bit of a lisp.  They hugged and held eachother for atleast 30 seconds.  As they pulled away the little boy whispered,"Hannah, I think you're my best friend."  She said nothing except for the GIGANTIC smile on her face.  "HIGH FIVE?!" the little boy asked.  It's then that they attempted to give eachother a high five.  It wasn't perfect by any means, the way they said things didn't make perfect sense, they barely touched hands when they high fived, but those two kids were the happiest kids in the entire world at that moment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I get to count on Jack telling me,"Allee, I like you."  every day.  He never missed a hug and any opportunity he gets, he wants to hold my hand.  Tyler is learning SO much.  I give him swim lessons everyday and he is such a trooper!  The water hasn't been warm and I just keep dragging him in but at the end of the lesson, he is still laughing and smiling.  I was reading a book at the Anasagasti's [Tyler's house] the other night about the benefits of having a child in the autistic spectrum.  What a blessing it is to have these sweet spirits around us!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This morning my mom was telling me about a story in the 'Friend'.  As she was telling me about it she started to cry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"{My Brother Is My Best Friend}"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"My big brother has autism.  It is hard for him to talk and make friends, but he is my very best friend.  I take care of him when we ride the bus to school, and I make sure he doesn't get lost when we are away from home.  I help him find his class in Primary and pray for him every night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I have faith that one day he will be able to tell me what he has been thinking all this time.  He will smile and tell me I am his best friend too.  I am so lucky to be his big brother.  I love him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boston B., age 8, Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I'm not the nicest all the time and sometimes I get angry at my little guys because they won't listen, but I really do love them and I hope that I'm good enough to them for them to be able to tell me, when they're made perfect, that I was their friend and they liked the days that I came over.  My mom has had a few run-ins with Jack and I know that she feels his sweet spirit.  Camden made the perfect statement after playing with Jack one evening....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heavenly Father&lt;/span&gt; just didn't make me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;special &lt;/span&gt;like Jack.&lt;/span&gt;  Huh mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Told you I have the BEST job!!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-2975289390521183260?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/2975289390521183260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=2975289390521183260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/2975289390521183260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/2975289390521183260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-job-rocks-this-summer-i-get-to-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-6691465946925196037</id><published>2009-05-31T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T06:32:01.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?!  REALLY??!</title><content type='html'>Sundays are amazing!  It's the one day a week I feel like I get to sleep in {when waking up around 4:30am every morning, sleeping til 6 is a WAY big deal!}  Last night I stayed at Tyler's house because his parents were going to stay out for the night.  I had to keep Emily up until 9:30pm because her mom said since it was the weekend she could stay up and she wasn't about to let me tell her otherwise!  So FINALLY she went to sleep and then, of course, I caught my second wind.  I did this and that around the house, painted my fingernails, played with the cat, thought of a craft project the kids and I could do this morning, and cleaned the kitchen.  And then it was time to fall asleep!!  BUT THEN THERE'S THE STUPID CAT!!! All night it was crawling on me and scratching me and trying to bite me {it's a new kitty, "it doesn't know better"}  THEN at 5:30 this morning there's a little girl standing at the edge of the couch.  "Allee....I have a problem." .....silence.....more silence...."Okay sweetie, what's your problem?"  With tears in her eyes,"My pants are wet!  I think I had a dream!"  Oh boy!!  So now I'm doing laundry while trying to keep Emily entertained.  I was going to try to get ready for the day before the kids woke up but....[how was I supposed to know they'd be up 2 hours early??!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-6691465946925196037?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/6691465946925196037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=6691465946925196037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/6691465946925196037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/6691465946925196037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/05/really-really.html' title='Really?!  REALLY??!'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-8897627415690987112</id><published>2009-05-27T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:44:35.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My State of Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On my way home from Applebee's at midnight tonight there was a frog in the road.  I was only going like 10 miles per hour so I knew for sure what it was and I thought, "I'm going to run over it!!  This will be fun!"  But at the last second, before I knew what my heart was telling my brain to make my body do, I swerved and missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;GOSH DANG AL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; How could you miss that?  Why in the WORLD did you swerve?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My response to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"That's going to be some girl's handsome prince someday!  Are you going to take that away from her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's my state of mind for you!  So for the next little lady getting married in my area, {&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;YOU'RE WELCOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-8897627415690987112?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/8897627415690987112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=8897627415690987112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/8897627415690987112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/8897627415690987112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-state-of-mind.html' title='My State of Mind'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-2318682792547420514</id><published>2009-05-20T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:03:57.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned Part 349587234</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{awe} peace at [last]!!!!!  Today was another 'gosh awful, good for nothin, time wastin' day.  I found out I've been working for the past week for free.  The lady at work finally realized I don't know what I"m doing on a computer and let me know.  And to top it all off, [I didn't even wear make-up to work today].  Our ward had a baptism night and I realized I had no idea where my recommend was.  I looked and looked and looked and....well you get the point.  I finally ended up having to call my bishop to get a new one because I couldn't miss this temple trip because 3 people called me reminding me about it!!!  FINALLY got to the temple but I was a few minutes late so there were already people dressed in white.  I went and got my jumpsuit and before I changed they asked me to get back to the chapel so we could have a little opening.  As I was sitting there, I had the best feeling.  I knew in the temple is where I needed to be.  It was so peaceful and I felt like I had no problems in the entire world.  The spiritual thought was amazing and as I sat thinking, I came to a realization.  [I was sitting in this wonderful building, with the amazing feeling, in my 'normal' clothes.  While the temple is a truly inspiring place, it was today that I finally realized that I can bring the temple spirit into my life without going there every day.]  I don't know if that makes sense but sitting in the chapel with everyone else dressed in white just made me realize that special little lesson.  It's what I've been taught since I was little but like with everything, I guess I just think I have to learn for myself....Today had it's ups and downs, but it ended on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GOOD NOTE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-2318682792547420514?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/2318682792547420514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=2318682792547420514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/2318682792547420514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/2318682792547420514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/05/lessons-learned-part-349587234.html' title='Lessons Learned Part 349587234'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-2606539988387089863</id><published>2009-05-06T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:48:58.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just whining....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another blah blah blah blah blah blah BLAH BLAH &lt;strong&gt;BLAH BLAH &lt;/strong&gt;day...I'm in the office for 8 hours all by myself.  Ya it was nice for the 3 minutes that I twirled around and sang while listening to {Bubbly}  but now it's just quite...the hum of the scanner...a banging on the wall from the other office...an occational car door closing outside...my phone vibrating from text messages from girls in the ward...a phone call about once an hour...the rhythm of the keys...my ball squeaking on the plastic thing on the floor...my sighs...yup....these are the things reminding me that I'm alive.  Sounds interesting right????  This is the music of my life at work.  Betcha all wish you had my tune huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like I've really put some time into some things lately and then those things just fall through...or it wasn't done how a certain person wanted it done so it all just gets erased [we'll just forget the fact that both ways were perfectly fine although....my way was pretty awesome!!!]  And these aren't things or people that you can argue about or with.  It's times that you just have to smile, nod your head, and tell them "You're right, that was a really great idea!" or I have to keep saying,"It was a really nice idea Allee.  Some people just have better things to do."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some days it's just annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some days I could care less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some days I could smile and actually mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some days I could argue but I know better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some days sitting in my car with the music up, windows down works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some days just being alone helps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some days just laughing makes it all go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But today just isn't one of those 'some days'....today is a "I wanna do it all day."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be a headbanger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;giggle till it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smile for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cry because I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;argue about something that's worth standing for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;go people watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;squeeze a little kid cuz they're so darn cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wrestle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;play catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watch a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup....today is a complicated day...so stay back!!!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My poor future...future....way future husband is one poor man!!!  Look at that list!  He's just not going to know what to do with me :-)  But I guess that's part of it all....looking past the list.  {I just hope he has a list like this sometimes too so I don't feel so bad!!!}  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway...that's me complaining.......sorry  :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-2606539988387089863?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/2606539988387089863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=2606539988387089863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/2606539988387089863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/2606539988387089863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-just-whining.html' title='I&apos;m just whining....'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652690889824041068.post-6663491893803195741</id><published>2009-04-24T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:05:10.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;Holy MOTHER!!!!!!  I always tell Abby that there are some things I just can't do because I'm not a mom...{TOTALLY TRUE!!!!}  So with Chad and Caskie moving back into town, I thought it would be fun to have a spend the night.  So with the 4 oldest grandkids in their swimsuits we walked to the swimming pool.  [It really wasn't that warm of a day and there was a pretty good little breeze...ughhh...but they really wanted to so I figured 'What the heck!]  Well Camden and Kaja were freezing and laying on the slightly warm cement to get their bodies to stop shaking.  I decided that it was probably time to go.  As we were getting to the gate, Abby dropped Jo-jo off so her and her hubby could go on a date.  So off we went...actually we didn't get very far because there is this amazing contraption right outside the swimming pool and there have been scientific studies that kids CANNOT walk past it without playing on this plastic.  After going down the slides and playing on the monkey bars we raced down the grass hills till we finally ran into a palm tree branch...well we didn't actually run into it but Darby found it and wanted to take it to 'the fort'.  The 4 older kids went out to the dirt field to find a table and chairs while I made beans-n-weenies, cut up mangos, and juice.  While trying to take dinner out the the fort and spilled beans-n-weenies all over my foot and burned it, bent my fingernail, bumped my head, and had to change a diaper....geeze life of a mom is ROUGH!!!  But dinner out at the fort was wonderful!  If you dropped a bean...oh well!  Clean up was pretty easy and so in we went!  Jo-jo, Kaja, and Darby took a bath in the girl's bathroom while Camden and Emery took a shower in Abby and Shane's shower.  I popped popcorn, threw my keys in the big garbage outside and had to climb on in to get them out, cleaned up the house, popped popcorn, and cut up some apples.  I went upstairs to get everyone out and there's noone in the bathtub!!!!!!!  AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Come to find out they're ALL in the shower!  What a mess.....we finally got everything all cleaned up and now we are just relaxing watching a cute little movie.  What a lovely evening :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never have 5 kids I don't think.  I would be the crazy lady that everyone wants to peep on to see how her life really is.  My house would be a wreck and if my kids asked me if laundry was done I'd just have to say,"Do it yourself!"  And beans-n-weenies????  What kind of meal is that?  Healthy?? I think not!!!!!  I see popcorn as a main food group.  Getting baths everynight would be a hit or miss.....sorry kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I guess I'm just not a mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-6663491893803195741?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/6663491893803195741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=6663491893803195741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/6663491893803195741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/6663491893803195741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-mother-i-always-tell-abby-that.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-3273947537767224927</id><published>2009-04-22T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:26:21.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH BOY!!  It seems like time is just flying by!  {If this keeps up, I'm going to be an old maid before I'm ready!!} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Chad, Caskie &amp;amp; and Kids moved back&lt;br /&gt;-I love cuddling with Kaja Mae&lt;br /&gt;-I love Camden and his curious mind. [he has asked me questions I have never even thought about]&lt;br /&gt;-Little Ryker man is so handsome and and is always giggling.  (when I left today with Kaja he cried.  I don't know if it was for me or if he was just sad his brother and sister were gone. {I'm just going to say it was because of me.})&lt;br /&gt;-Chad is such a go-getter.  He helped Blake out so much with the house in just a few days.&lt;br /&gt;-Caskie got her house all organized and homey in a matter of hours. (that's what it seemed like to me anyway.)  And now she's showed me a few little projects she's working on.  I love that she sees something she likes and then tries to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)  Blake &amp;amp; April moved into their home-sweet-home!!!  Their new and improved house is AMAZING!  It fits them and I can't wait to see what April will do with it!  I went and spent some time with them the other night and it was good.  Just like the good ole days but then I had a 30 minute drive home instead of a walk up the stairs "-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Baby Kelepolo #2 made his awesome debut on April 16th!!  I have been able to watch both of my sisters have all their babies and I wasn't about to miss this one so I made a quick little trip and watched Brody Kekoa Kelepolo turn and come on out!!  He's a handsome little booger!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)  Work--enough said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)  Church....and all that goes with that right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)  Trying to make everyone happy :-)  I guess you could say I'm obsessed!!!  I just want to be the BEST AUNT EVER!!!  It's alot harder than I thought it would be but I love it!  I'm having a hard time balancing out who to have when and drive time and activities and....okay enough with the excuses....BUT I LOVE IT!!!  My neices and nephews are the best!!!!  [no competition]  I have also really enjoyed spending time with my brothers and sisters!  They're all so amazing and teach me tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)  I'm also doing school work.  Right now my favorite class is PSY.  I know I know....kind of surprising but my teacher is awesome and actually makes it interesting!  it may be just because he's a funny guy and he's entertaining to watch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)  Last but not least....SLEEP!!!!  Going to the gym at 5:30 am has been a little rough.  {getting up at 5:00 to get there isn't bad, it's the waking up and 2:15 ready to go....then 2:45.....then I just give up and do homework or watch a movie.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple...that's my life wrapped up in 8 easy step :-)  anyone want to trade and I'll simplify your life?  I'd prefer to trade with someone who has a degree, steady job...you know, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is little Emmy's birthday!  YAY!!!  She's 5 so that means Build-a-Bear with Grandma Kimmy!  So Grandma made a quick trip to take Camden and Emery to get their stuffed animals.  I think she's crazy!  So most of us met up for lunch at Paradise Bakery.  Yum Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and picked up Kaja Mae and took her to work with me for a little while.  She had a good time shredding paper for me!  What a good little helper!!!  As I was driving over to eat lunch I was thinking how annoying car seats are!!  If I ever want to take any of the kids I have to take 10 minutes to get the stinking little chairs and then 10 minutes after we're done to put them back in the other car!  I was thinking why don't they just make cars that already have kid seat belts in them???  I'm a genius!!!  I looked over and saw this lady eating some kind of hamburger thingy, talking on the phone and looking in the mirror....all while driving!!!  That's when I thought, "Why don't they just make safe drivers and then noone would have to wear these crazy seat belts!?!??" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry for the incredibly long and boring post but I...well...that's just me lately haha things will perk up eventually :-)  Until then.....a bientot!!!!!! [it's french]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-3273947537767224927?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/3273947537767224927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=3273947537767224927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/3273947537767224927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/3273947537767224927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-boy-it-seems-like-time-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-3377245031310130867</id><published>2009-04-08T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:32:14.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4 and 20 black birds baked in a pie.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1 and then another black bird falling from the sky.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The other day was a BEAUTIFUL day and I got off work before 6:00 at night so I figured I was going to go outside and ENJOY!!!! The garden needed some help so I put on my tank top, some shorts and my sweet sunglasses to catch some rays while cleaning up. IT WAS WONDERFUL!!!!! After I worked for a while I decided to swing on the swing. {Oh man it was fun!} You know when you're swinging and you're to the highest point and you look out and you feel like you can see everything?? [and it's from such a different perspective] I looked to the left and there was the garden; green with rows of dark and light dirt and a blossoming huge sunflower in the corner. Out in front of me was Sampson, waiting for me to get off the swing so I could play with him. The nice white house in the background with a cute little bench to accent just how magazine-ish it was. (if I took a picture of it right then, it could have been put in a magazine.) Off to my right, a cute little playground, red, blue, and yellow. Green, green, green everywhere!!! An awesomely huge tree that cast a colossal shadow. It was just wonderful!!! There was Sampson's ball, there's my phone, and there's...a crow??????? Yes my friends, a CROW was laying in our backyard. Honestly I've never seen a bird lay down so I thought this crow must be something pretty special!!! {LUCKY ME!!!!} Well, I'm sad to say that this rare black bird was not sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning April texted me asking me about this sad bird. "Yes, last time I saw the bird, it was in the back yard. DEAD AS A DOORNAIL." Well the birds last dying 'caws' must have been beautiful because another bird also chose our yard to spend it's last breaths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it because our grass is so soft? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is our air dirtier so as the fly by, they just die???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did they decide our lawn was a central location for a burial ground??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MY OPINION?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our worms are rotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-3377245031310130867?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/3377245031310130867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=3377245031310130867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/3377245031310130867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/3377245031310130867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-and-20-black-birds-baked-in-pie.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-8518852205765922283</id><published>2009-03-27T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:46:49.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE FRIDAYS!!!!  For one I only have to work at one place usually and it's for 3 hours max...then I get to do whatever I want (even though lately I've just been...working :-/)  BUT I STILL LOVE 'EM!!!!!!!  For example, today I woke up [after sleeping in til 6...YAY!] Abby and I went and worked out and then I got to slowly get ready for the day, until mom said,"You'll be ready in 10 minutes right?"  {I was in my pjs, hair still wet, no make-up on}  We went and watched "ALIENS VS MONSTERS or MONSTERS VS ALIENS in 3-D!!!!  The girls were a crack up to watch and my mom kept on pulling on my arm so I could see what Emery was doing!  She kept saying "It's like it's not on the screen!"  THEN I finally went to work at LFG....it was 11.45 :-)  I enjoyed a little hour meeting, did some scanning, made a spread sheet, and wrote some checks.  And Cami found a little butterfly outside...it was hurt!  So she brought it inside and it's new home was in the back office with me!!!!  [I just found out that she released our friend Margie....]  I went home because I've spent the night at Abby's the past two nights and I was running out of clothes!!!!!!!!!!!  I had a couple of hours before I was to go to Jack's house so I did homework while laying outside....man what a life!!!!  Tonight I got to spend some time with Jack, just me and him.  "I like you Allee."  "I like you too Jack!!!!"  He was super tired but I didn't want him to go to bed because he was being so cute....but I guess I didn't want to make him miserable.  And NOW I'm just watching Phineous and Ferb while listening to the hum of the baby monitor in the back ground.  I HAVE THE LIFE!!!!!!  I get to go hang out with some of my family tonight and then I get to spend all day with them tomorrow!!!  I HAVE A FULL SATURDAY OFF TOMORROW!!!!!!!  {no going to someone's house for the evening or anything 'crazy' like that!}  YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Not only do I not have to work but I get to spend all day in dirty jeans and a t-shirt with my hair pulled back into a pony tail...not even a pretty one, just a ponytail!  We're going to be over at Blake and April's new house, well it's going to be new when they put back together all the old stuff we've torn out.  It's amazing what a little work will do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something else that I've loved this week...hard work.  Abby and I have been going to the gym and it feels so good to sweat and feel it through the day!  But my ulitmate of ulitmates is on Thursday my mom and I went to B&amp;amp;A's house and we worked HARD!  We did alot.  My jeans were nasty and my shirt was dirty too.  And not dirty because I dropped dinner from last night on it either, dirty from physical labor!  I got a blister and some scratches (it sounds bad but they hurt really bad!  Not REALLY REALLY bad just bad enough to be annoying but it reminds me that I still am capable of doing physical work!) and my hands were even sore from holding onto a hammer so hard.  ANYWAY, it's just been a good reminder to me that life isn't all about the type of jobs we have or even how much we make doing our jobs, it's about the things that make us feel accomplished and worth-while.  AND it's just fun to see just exactly what my body can do!!!  [even in it's not so fit form :-/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week has been GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Not bragging but sometimes some weeks are just, well, wonderful!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-8518852205765922283?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/8518852205765922283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=8518852205765922283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/8518852205765922283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/8518852205765922283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!!'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-1951714692651737845</id><published>2009-03-24T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:02:36.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BL PSRS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH BOY!!!!!!!!!! Abby and I signed up at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SNAP FITNESS&lt;/span&gt; yesterday!!!  GO US!  A couple of nights ago we went and checked it out and this black guy showed us around.  (I'm not racist, black people just have different attitudes that Native Americans or Whites.  I'm just describing the man.)  So last night we filled out all this information, got our member card things, and the lady showed us how to open the doors.  We thought we were done for the night but little did we know, Larry (for the sake of the story), had a different idea.  He weighed us, checked our body fat percentage {ugh to both of those} and then walked us to the wall covered in a MIRROR!  This is where he proceeded to measure our biceps, boo-boo area (I'm just glad I forgot to put on a sports bra otherwise my belly measurement would have been the same as my bee-bites!!!!!!), hips, calves, and thighs.  It was humiliating to say the least!  When he measured my booty he said,"Dang girl you got a big BOOTY!!!"  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's bad when a BLACK guy tells you that!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I've got &lt;strong&gt;ALOT&lt;/strong&gt; of work to do!  He said since I've gained so much weight so quickly that it's not going to come off too easy...I'm totally going to prove him wrong!  So here goes no more sugary, enjoyable stuff and hello to salad, fruit, and vegetables, oh and 5:00 am wake up calls to get to the GYM!!!!!!!  I'm so pumped but I'm sure that will wear off by oh tomorrow morning at 5:15 as I'm driving to work out!  I'm ready though!  YAHOO!!!!  Thanks for pushing me Abby!  I can't wait to see how HOTT we're going to look!!!  Oh and uhhhh how healthy we'll be :-)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-1951714692651737845?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/1951714692651737845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=1951714692651737845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/1951714692651737845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/1951714692651737845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/03/bl-psrs.html' title='BL PSRS'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-5061590022556653058</id><published>2009-03-18T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:07:49.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;SO today on [facebook] I took a quiz-thingy-majig.  "What is your REAL age?"  I WAS 8!!!!!  Ya know, being young is great!  BUT 8???!!  That's a little too young....I was hoping for a 15 or 16 maybe...or a 20...there's NOTHING wrong with that age.  BUT 8?  Is facebook trying to tell me something??  That means for every 2.5 years, I aged 1 year.  Maybe I'll keep up the average and when I'm 60 my REAL age will be 24!  MY GRANDKIDS WILL LOVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  So that's what I have to look forward to, {never growing old}.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Think about this, "What do you have to look forward to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-5061590022556653058?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/5061590022556653058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=5061590022556653058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/5061590022556653058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/5061590022556653058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-today-on-facebook-i-took-quiz-thingy.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-549492425308355778</id><published>2009-03-10T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:58:05.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIGGEST LOSER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay SO I must not have a life OR I really like to do fun stuff because I've started a NEW BLOG!!  It's WAY different and you should {check it out}!  Some of my closest friends and I decided that we [LOVE] BIGGEST LOSER and we want to be on it.  So we've created our own Biggest Loser!  {ANYONE}, I repeat, [ANYONE] can participate.  For more information go to psrbiggestloser.blogspot.com and leave your email address if it sounds like something you'll want to do.  It's going to be as close to the (real) Biggest Loser as I can make it through...blogging.  It's going to be great though!  There are challenges, weigh ins, and &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; BIGGEST LOSER!!!!!!!  There's a grand prize and everything.  It will last 12 weeks, first weigh in on April 26th.  You weigh in on the same scale every week in the comfort of your own home.  It costs $5 to participate (this is so there WILL be a grand prize!) and you also have to send in a application/release letter and a before picture!  One thing that will be different is that there will be NO ELIMINATIONS!!!!  So in my opinion, this is even better than the real deal!!!  Anyway, check it out and let me know if you want in!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-549492425308355778?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/549492425308355778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=549492425308355778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/549492425308355778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/549492425308355778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/03/biggest-loser.html' title='BIGGEST LOSER'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-7210512262703441293</id><published>2009-03-09T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:19:14.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-L-L-E-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So it's become a regular thing since moving down here to the valley of the sun to have to spell my name out to people. In Snowflake everyone thought Allee was spelled &lt;strong&gt;A-L-L-E-E&lt;/strong&gt;...here they think it's spelled A-L-I &lt;strong&gt;or &lt;/strong&gt;A-L-L-Y &lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt; A-L-I-E &lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt; A-L-Y &lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt; A-7-Y-R &lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt; well you get the point. And every time I spell it they say,"Oh that's an interesting way to spell it." [Is that like saying I have a sweet spirit?] "I've never seen it spelled that way." [NO KIDDING!!!] "Ahhh that's cute!" [You should see my face!] And then they proceed to ask,"So it is short for Alison?" [Is that a real question or are you trying to be funny? How in the WORLD would you get Alison with &lt;strong&gt;A-L-L-E-E&lt;/strong&gt;???? It must take some pretty scientific phonetics that I never learned.] The other day a man called and I spelled my name to him and he said,"That is the cutest way to spell it!  I have three girls and another one on the way so I'm all into girl names right now.  I love it!!!"  NO WAY?!!!  I LOVE MY NAME TOO!!!  So thanks to my mom and dad...wait...ummmm so thanks to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AUNT LASCHELLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for coming up with my rockin' name! {Grandma Kathy, I can't believe you let your oldest daughter let her friend name her youngest daughter.} I thought there was an law or something that said that mom's are supposed to name their kids, ESPECIALLY their youngest, most cutest, most important child. But I guess Aunt Schelle is my 2nd mom so {no} hard feelings! I love you both! I've had some fun times with my moms [and dads]!! Workin' with Uncle Steve and riding on the van to the golf matches! He always made me sit up front with him so I wouldn't get in 'guy trouble'. Thanks Uncle Steve! And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my dad is {trying} to get me in 'guy trouble'!! Would you two get together and figure it out?!!? No wonder I'm so confused...And Aunt LaSchelle...I LOVE HER LIKE, WELL LIKE A 2nd MOM!!!! (She did name me after all!) She is always happy, smiley, AND she always has TREATS!!! I can remember one time that my mom was having a hard time with me and a decision I was wanting to make so she called Aunt LaSchelle. Aunt LaSchelle helped keep my mom calm and knock some sense into me...needless to say it didn't work. I love it when my parents get all together and have a good time...FRIVOLOUS FRIDAYS....ps I'm mad about that&lt;em&gt;...wait til I leave and then it's ALL fun and games&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*I watched Alice in Wonderland for the first time at the Schneider's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Brittany used to tease me that I was going to marry Creston and then we could be real sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*The only time I've ever watched Star Wars was in the boy's room. I was hanging out there and noone would play with me so I watched it...by myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Brittany had a doll that felt like a real baby. You know, glass head, squishy body...Aunt Schelle would help me hold it like is WAS real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I guess I've been double blessed...or I just need that much more help!!! I got my first name from my 2nd parents and my last name from my 1st parents...not bad if you ask me! I love you!! ALL 4 OF YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-7210512262703441293?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/7210512262703441293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=7210512262703441293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/7210512262703441293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/7210512262703441293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/03/l-l-e-e.html' title='A-L-L-E-E'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-1589852385022086529</id><published>2009-03-07T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:35:25.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3...10...2...3 day cleanse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, somehow Abby and I got the crazy idea to try to do a cleanse.  I'm going to say it's her fault {and she'll probably say it's mine [don't believe her!!!]}  I thought we should do a juice cleanse.  5 different kinds of juices a day....water...doesn't seem too bad right??  That's what I thought but I figured I better give Abby a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Juice Cleanse&lt;br /&gt;-yummy juices&lt;br /&gt;-variety&lt;br /&gt;-3 days&lt;br /&gt;*Master Cleanse&lt;br /&gt;-lemon juice, cayenne pepper, maple syrup (not the good kind), and water&lt;br /&gt;-2 LITERS plus water every day [that's it]&lt;br /&gt;-Salt Water Flush (1 liter of water, 1 tablespoon of salt, drink it in 10 minutes and wait for it to clean out uhhhhh....ya...you know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;-3 days...after doing more research...10 DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your choice....I think Abby was thinking,"No pain, no gain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:  Not bad.  Lemonade 'stuff' makes me gag but I'll get used to it eventually.....right??  I've never gone potty so many times in one day!  But atleast 'it' looks healthy :-)  Threw up...first time since living by the cow farms that I was thankful for the smell.  Besides that, no side effects...except for not feeling satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:  Supposedly the worst day...supposed to get head aches, blemishes, sleepiness, and {&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;possible death}&lt;/span&gt;.  None of the normal symptoms appeared {&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;except maybe the feeling of death by poison&lt;/span&gt;}.  I still gagged down the drink but it didn't taste as bad as I was expecting it to.  Today is the day we drink the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;alt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ater &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;lush...kind of excited to see what happens.  Toxins are supposed to be released within an hour of drinking the liquid and people say it's intense!  Abby and I decided since it's our first cleanse [and we eat pretty health as far as preservative are concerned] we would only go for 3 days instead of 10.  Drank the liter on the way home from Abby's.  I will never again drink salt pool water....no desire anymore.  I didn't think this drink would be THAT bad.  I started drinking it and by the time I got to the end, I had to FORCE myself to swallow.  I would hold it in my mouth for a while until I could convince myself that there was no where else for it to go.  I WAS NOT GOING TO SPIT IT OUT!!  It was amazing!  Before I got home I could feel my stomach a rumblin'.  The second I walked in the door I threw up.  Holy cow!  I was afraid I was going to have to try stopping so I could flush the toilet before it overflowed!  No wonder I threw up!  So needless to say, the SWF didn't do any good besides clearing out my nose with watered down lemonade.  I called Abby and told her that I quit.  It's just not worth it.  I ate a tangerine orange thingy...I FELT HORRIBLE!!!  3 days!  That's it!  3 DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:  I still feel bad for eating the tangerine orange thing but I am still drinking the lemonade crap.  Today is the last day.  And curse Jack's family!!!  Erin {the mom} made some excellent smelling dinner last night and they're warming it up for lunch!!!  They keep apologizing and I just think it's funny.  They are awesome!!!  Mmmmmm I can't wait for tomorrow's dinner :-)  Even if it is just a sandwhich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this I'm wondering....[WHAT THE HECK?]  Why would anyone in their right mind do this cleanse?  I've come to the conclusion that I am doing this so one day (yes some day) I will be able to tell my kids,"Don't you dare complain about fasting!  One time I did this clease...."  and if they ever complain again, guess what they'll be eating for the next 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-1589852385022086529?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/1589852385022086529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=1589852385022086529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/1589852385022086529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/1589852385022086529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/03/31023-day-cleanse.html' title='3...10...2...3 day cleanse'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-648233439471056785</id><published>2009-03-01T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:55:43.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've set a new goal!  I'm going to faithfully write in my journal.  No more of this trying to summarize the past year on two pages because I can only write that much til my hand starts to cramp.  Lucky for ya'll this here blog spot it going to be my journal for the next little bit.  You know, until my hand exercises pay off and I can actually write as much as I need to.  Don't worry, I'll keep the real juicy ones to myself, the ones that I'm sure none of you would want to hear....walks in the park where we shared a....well you get the picture.  None of you want to know about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Sunday March 1, 2009 was a, well it was a Sunday.  I woke up all on my own!!! {It's weird how you wake up at the same time regardless of whether your alarm clock goes off or not but if it doesn't  you wake up with a smile on your face.}  I took a shower....I won't go into detail....blow dried my hair, curled it, clipped my toe nails, put on my make-up and read.  Oh and checked my email and finished writing some things for Relief Society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10:30-Presidency Meeting at Maya's.  {Some days I feel like such a dork!!  I'm so much younger than all of the girls in the presidency and sometimes I can just REALLY tell!} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12:45-Sitting in my pew in the chapel.  Talking to Bishop Howard and Tionee (that's how it's spelled by me.  Her name really has a 'K' in there somewhere.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1:00-SACRAMENT MEETING!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1:15-Fast potty break and trying to find the keys to BLOSSOM!!!  She probably thinks I'm neglecting her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1:20-Teacher development.  Once again I felt like a young woman with all these older, much wiser presidencies around.  WILL I EVER GET OVER THAT??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2:05-Relief Society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3:00-Hurry rush to another meeting with a girl in my ward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3:45-Quick dinner at Abby's.  YUMMY!!!!!  Mashed potatoes and gravy, hamburger patties, cottage cheese with lettuce, and canned corn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4:07-Help Abby finish wiping off counters and table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4:08-6:53-Talked with Abby.  Went to the park and watche the girls play with a neighbor.  We raced home.  I WON!!!!!!!!!  I must be getting faster in my old age :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6:54-Drive home.  Windows down, rockin' out to the Joseph Smith CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And well now I'm blogging.....errrrrr writing in my journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay when I talk about my life like that it doesn't seem so great?!  I guess I'll just stick with my typical blogging...this is this and that is that...AND OH THERE WAS THIS...but he wasn't...just the best parts I guess...in a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today the best part was...........DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMM......Realizing what it meant to love the sisters in your ward.  During fast and testimony meeting I wrote down every girl's name who got up and bore her testimony.  Some of them I had no idea why or how I knew her AND something about her but I did!  Sitting in Relief Society I was thinking of when RS Presidents say,"I love each and every one of you!"  I always thought,"Ya, ya sure you do sister.  You know my name and maybe the fact that I'm from Snowflake but you do NOT love me."  It was like an explosion in my heart today when I realized how much I truly love the girls in my ward.  Regardless I might not know one individually but I love her.  I visited with a girl after church and I had never seen her.  We had a conversation that most people would NEVER talk about on a first meeting.  When I left I actually gave her a HUG!!!!  I'm not a hug fan especially to strangers but it felt so right and I just couldn't help myself!!!!!!  The Lord works in mysterious ways!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-648233439471056785?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/648233439471056785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=648233439471056785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/648233439471056785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/648233439471056785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-sunday.html' title='MY SUNDAY'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-7251064873725744986</id><published>2009-02-27T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:25:21.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POOR&lt;/span&gt; [poor] Blossom!!!  She has not been feeling that well lately.  It's probably because I've missed a couple of weekly cleanings but come on Bloss, {give me a break}!!  Her check engine light has been on for almost a week.  I don't think the cold weather has been to good for her.  (And when I say cold weather I mean 60 degrees or below.)  In the mornings, as I pull up to the stop sign, I can hear her telling me,"Ahhh ALLEE!!!  I'm just getting warmed up!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do ya gotta do that to me??!!&lt;/span&gt;"  Literally, she says that...so I called the Toyota dealership where I bought her almost {TWO YEARS} ago to see if I still had a warranty.  Of course, it's a car dealership, and they couldn't tell me.  I think the guy was going to try to make me buy a warranty for a car I already had, for a warranty I am still paying for an extension on.  [It's a car dealer's way.]  So I made an appointment for Blossom to see the Mechanical Doctor.  I woke up a little early this morning so I could clean her out because how embarrassing would that be???  "Oh ummm ya that's just my papers, and my shirt, and my shoe, {what is this??} oh but that's my neices rubberband, and some girl's bananas [whoa, how long has this been in here?]...."  I was a little nervous, it was Blossom's first Dr.'s visit so I asked Abby to come along and of course she did.  (She knows how a 1st visit can go for a newby.)  Well we slowly rolled into the service station and the 'nurses' were really nice.  They told us where to wait and even got our information!  Come to find out all Blossom needed was a few buttons pushed and WHALLAH she's better than ever!  I could have done that at my own house!!  (I hear that's how some people are with their first, you know, a little paranoid.)  So thanks to the helpful people at the Toyota Scion Dealership!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;"I knew nothing was really wrong with her.  I could have told you that if you would have taken that extra &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;30-40 pounds&lt;/span&gt; out of her earlier she would have been feeling just fine!!!" ~ April Brimhall&lt;/span&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/1652690889824041068-7251064873725744986?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/7251064873725744986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=7251064873725744986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/7251064873725744986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/7251064873725744986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/02/parenting-101.html' title='Parenting 101'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652690889824041068.post-620605286575523665</id><published>2009-02-25T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:24:37.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Now I've gotten started blogging again and I just can't stop!!!  Chooo-choooo BLOGGIN' TRAIN COMMIN' THROUGH!!!!  ALL ABOARD!!!!!!!!!!!!  I've definatley jumped on this locomotive!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I think it's time to do a {SHOUT OUT} to my cous-end (cousin-friend).  TIFFY-WIFFY!!!!  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sorry Tiffany, sometimes I just can't resist.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know you're busy with school and all, okay mostly doing the Senior thing (senior ditch day, senior trip, cashing in those brownie points with the teachers, hanging out in the quad waiting for Mr. Westover to tell you to get to class, ya know, just being  the big dawg on campus), but I just want you to know that I am WAY excited to have you closer to me!  I know I know, we probably won't hang out much more than we do now but atleast it'll be an option!  You'll be so awesome playing volleyball!  I can't wait to have a reason to go to the games.  I'LL BE YOUR #1 FAN!!!!!!!!!!!  If I embarrass you, I'm sorry. I'll try to act suave BUT it is volleyball and YOU ARE PLAYING!!!  Whew, I'll be to all the games I can be, even if you only play for a second, you'll be the BEST player.  I'll be there for warm-ups, cool-downs, wins, loses, heck I'll even try to bring some friends!!!  But I'm not just talking about volleyball either.  It's a whole different world outside of Snowflake, which I'm sure you already knew that.  It is FUN!  errr it CAN be FUN.  But I'll be there for you!  Forever and always!  Love you girl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-620605286575523665?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/620605286575523665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=620605286575523665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/620605286575523665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/620605286575523665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-ive-gotten-started-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-8562047229497664739</id><published>2009-02-23T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:46:41.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH GEEZE...I must be growing up [or something].  I'll write a fun post this week!!!  I have lots I could write about :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-8562047229497664739?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/8562047229497664739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=8562047229497664739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/8562047229497664739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/8562047229497664739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-geeze.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-6068224980399537026</id><published>2009-02-23T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:45:26.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{thank you}</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HONEY I'M HOME&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!  Life lately seems like it's been crazy...fun...boring...monotonus...exciting...strenuous...relaxing...pleasant...miserable...average...WONDERFUL...and just plaing {jaw dropping} when I think about it.  How the world can life change SO fast?!??  I want to know where  the days of not going to work or sleeping in went!  Someone please tell me now!!!  But then I think again and I wouldn't trade my life now for anything {well you know...besides being married...&lt;em&gt;HECK I'D EVEN TAKE JUST A BOYFRIEND&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!&lt;em&gt;}&lt;/em&gt;.  I thought I was happy a year ago.  I thought that life was as good as it could get.  I truly felt like I was on the plateau of euphoria.  Then it crashed and burned...smothered for way too long...water didn't help...blowing only seemed to make it burn longer...and hoping that somehow the 'burn' would just go away on it's own only made the will of the fire burn deeper and deeper still.  So I guess I'm dedicating this [blog] to my &lt;em&gt;FATHER IN HEAVEN&lt;/em&gt;.  For anyone who knows my life story in the past few years, you'll get the jist of what it all means.  I just want mostly my family to know what I know, to feel what I feel.  I can't believe the tender mercies that my &lt;em&gt;FATHER IN HEAVEN&lt;/em&gt; has given to me through everything.  I {KNOW} that &lt;em&gt;OUR HEAVENLY FATHER&lt;/em&gt; knows our deepest desires.  &lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt; knows what makes us tick.  &lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt; loves me (and you) regardless of the flaws that we have.  &lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt; knows our weaknesses {but &lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt; also knows our stregnths}.  Satan, our brother, also knows us that well.  He &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;DOES&lt;/strong&gt; pull us slowly down to the gulfs of &lt;strong&gt;MISERY&lt;/strong&gt;.  But even in the bottom of the deepest holes, our &lt;em&gt;SAVIOR&lt;/em&gt; is the light which we look up to.  We will always look up to &lt;em&gt;HIM&lt;/em&gt;.  Regardless of where in the pit of doom we are, our &lt;em&gt;FATHER&lt;/em&gt; will lead us up. &lt;em&gt; HE&lt;/em&gt; does everything in &lt;em&gt;HIS&lt;/em&gt; power to help us &lt;strong&gt;CHOOSE&lt;/strong&gt; the narrow but straight path of true happiness.  &lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt; stands strong and abiding at ALL times!  &lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt; is the one true constant in my life.  &lt;em&gt;HIS&lt;/em&gt; hands (not only &lt;em&gt;HIS&lt;/em&gt; hands but &lt;em&gt;HIS&lt;/em&gt; arms, &lt;em&gt;HIS ENTIRE BODY&lt;/em&gt;)  is standing, waiting for my to take advantage of the eternal bear hug of true happiness, {BLISS}.  And that's what it is all about.  {Our &lt;strong&gt;CHOICE&lt;/strong&gt;}.  I CHOOSE my future, I shape my [JOY].  I am going to let &lt;em&gt;MY SAVIOR&lt;/em&gt; envelop me in &lt;em&gt;HIS&lt;/em&gt; love, {warmth}, but mostly &lt;em&gt;HIS&lt;/em&gt; light.  I love my &lt;em&gt;HEAVENLY FATHER&lt;/em&gt;.  I am in debt to &lt;em&gt;HIS&lt;/em&gt; son, {&lt;em&gt;JESUS CHRIST&lt;/em&gt;}, a debt that I will never be able to repay. [BUT ONE THAT I WILL NEVER FORGET].  &lt;em&gt;HIS&lt;/em&gt; sacrifice is perfect.  It is infinite.  The {ATONEMENT} is the one way that I will ever be able to return to my &lt;em&gt;FATHER&lt;/em&gt;.  I want to be able to stand by &lt;em&gt;HIM&lt;/em&gt; and hear &lt;em&gt;HIS&lt;/em&gt; voice say, "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WELL DONE, MY GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANT.  I LOVE YOU MY DAUGHTER, ALLEE&lt;/span&gt;."  {and of course a huge ole bear hug}.  I have felt &lt;em&gt;HIS&lt;/em&gt; warmth and {love}.  It is real.  Without a shadow of a doubt, IT IS REAL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my family.  You all have been my physical reminder of the hug that our &lt;em&gt;FATHER IN HEAVEN&lt;/em&gt; is waiting to give us.  I love you &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt;.  {More than you have an idea of}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all makes me think of my family.  I want to be like our brother, &lt;em&gt;CHRIST&lt;/em&gt;.  I will {&lt;strong&gt;CHOOSE&lt;/strong&gt;}  to hold my arms out, welcoming you, loving you regardless of EVERYTHING! [not that there's anything not to love]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we all go through struggles.  Whether they are big, or small, public, or private, we all have something to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that &lt;strong&gt;{when}&lt;/strong&gt; the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, &lt;strong&gt;{when}&lt;/strong&gt; all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall."&lt;br /&gt;*{WHEN} not [IF]&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can stand like our &lt;em&gt;HEAVENLY FATHER&lt;/em&gt;, with my arms open wide, trying to share my light.  I will {&lt;strong&gt;CHOOSE&lt;/strong&gt;} not to be like our brother [&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;satan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] (I picture &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIS &lt;/span&gt;arms crossed, awful grin on &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; face, fooling us.  Making us think that a smoldering fire is not what we want, that we need a HUGE BON FIRE!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all.  But I want you to know that I love my &lt;em&gt;SAVIOR&lt;/em&gt;, my &lt;em&gt;HEAVENLY FATHER&lt;/em&gt;, and the &lt;em&gt;HOLY GHOST&lt;/em&gt;.  I also love our {other} brother.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt;.  HE has helped me realize the true importance in life and where my priorities should be.  I love him, but I will not follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some families, please is described as the magic word.  In our house, however, it was sorry.  ~Margaret Laurence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.  Thank you for all you've done to help me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-6068224980399537026?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/6068224980399537026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=6068224980399537026' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/6068224980399537026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/6068224980399537026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='{thank you}'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-4560337915975716410</id><published>2009-02-15T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:38:31.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Fruit]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwitsmtxOSI/SaWCC0vgtTI/AAAAAAAAACM/T2ERYJGrE3I/s1600-h/grapes300w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306790720955266354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GwitsmtxOSI/SaWCC0vgtTI/AAAAAAAAACM/T2ERYJGrE3I/s320/grapes300w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's been alot of fruit floating around lately. Oranges, grapes, grapefruit (not sure why they're called that. It should be yellowfruit if nothing else, but then why is fruit after it? Are we going to start identifying all our fruits in this way? We now have orangefruit and grapefruit, and grapefruit?? Wait wait wait, this doesn't work!!) Well I sat down the other day and peeled me a good old orange. It smelled so YUMMY!! As I peeled it, the oils just ran all the way down my arms and dripped off at my elbows. MMmmmMMMMM!!! I finally pulled apart the juicy fruit and closed my eyes as I slowly closed my mouth over a sliver of the ball of heaven. PPPPTHTHthththth!!!! I had to spit it out?!!!!!! It was rotten, or something. It was one of the grossest things I have ever put near my mouth (if you know me then you know this has to be pretty BAD!) I have since decided that my favorite fruit are grapes. Because with grapes, you always get another chance. You know, if you have a crappy apple or a peach or an orange, you’re stuck with that crappy piece of fruit. But if you have a crappy grape, no problem - just move on to the next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-4560337915975716410?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/4560337915975716410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=4560337915975716410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/4560337915975716410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/4560337915975716410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/02/fruit.html' title='[Fruit]'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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/_GwitsmtxOSI/SaWCC0vgtTI/AAAAAAAAACM/T2ERYJGrE3I/s72-c/grapes300w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652690889824041068.post-6577084634971865564</id><published>2009-01-16T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:38:00.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;SO.....I always know that my sister Abby will call sometime during the week and tell me about some great sale somewhere.  It's great!!!  Not that I take advantage of them but it's fun to know I guess.  She was making fun of me because I just go to Wal-mart, buy a big tub of vanilla yogurt, a few cans of spaghetti sauce, and a couple of boxes of angel hair noodles and I'm settled for a couple weeks.  ANWAYS, after work I went over to her house (Wednesday night girls night because Shane is at the church) and we ran over to Wal-mart because they were having a clearing out sale (or something like that).  Abby had gone there earlier and had found all sorts of things to $1.  &lt;strong&gt;$1.00&lt;/strong&gt;????  YES!  Socks, belts, purses, shirts....I'm not even kidding.  So by the time we got there all the good things had been picked through for the most part so we decided to just wander around.  We found Christmas earrings for &lt;strong&gt;25 cents&lt;/strong&gt;!!!  Of course I bought some :-)  Then we're just walking around and all the sudden Abby makes a sudden left turn and I can see her eyes narrow down as she was approaching the thing that causes her to have such agility....&lt;strong&gt;$3&lt;/strong&gt; BACKPACKS!!!!!!  She bought one for next year for both of her girls and she picked one out that she thought I would like....and I DID!  I bought that one plus another one.  They're totally different so I couldn't choose.  One of the them is a teal? Turquoise color?  that slings over your shoulder.  The other one is just a good old fashioned two strapper. Very cute.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT DANG IT FEELS GOOD TO WEAR A BACKPACK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I wore it all around the store plus the next store!!  It just feels good.......hmmmmm like a huge ole bear hug....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONTINUOUSLY!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt; It now is sitting in my car so when I'm feeling down, atleast my backpack will be able to comfort me :-)  It all sounds so odd I know, but try it.  You'll see.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"A hug is a smile with arms, a laugh with a stronger grip." ~ Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-6577084634971865564?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/6577084634971865564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=6577084634971865564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/6577084634971865564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/6577084634971865564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-1210259362454164665</id><published>2009-01-12T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:20:21.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwitsmtxOSI/SXEWLpRDrLI/AAAAAAAAABk/aG7Xwu5OpZU/s1600-h/Ring3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292035426448813234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GwitsmtxOSI/SXEWLpRDrLI/AAAAAAAAABk/aG7Xwu5OpZU/s320/Ring3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay for some odd strange reason I've been thinking about MY wedding lately...I DON'T HAVE ANY PROSPECTS (but it's just fun to think about). I want my wedding to be &lt;strong&gt;CHEAP&lt;/strong&gt;, remembered, my day (I know I hate it when girls are like this, bride-zilla, but I do believe that it should be a special day for the bride &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and groom&lt;/span&gt;.), a day for people to remember their weddings, and I want people to walk away that day saying, "Wow today was a wonderful day." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've also been thinking about my ring. I want it bought off of craigslist :-) They're cheaper...I KNOW I'll lose it eventually and I don't want to feel awful for it so this is my solution. Believe me, if I go through rings like I go through earrings, I'll get a new one every month anniversary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've also always said that I would just borrow a dress....but then I think that someday I'll want my own. I don't know. It's a hard one. But I have decided that I will be borrowing one. It's cheaper and really....when would I ever wear my dress again????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love love LOVE &lt;strong&gt;yellow roses&lt;/strong&gt;...hint hint haha but anyways. I want my colors to be yellow, red, black, and white. Nothing too serious...it's going to be pretty relaxed but fun :-) I've really seriously thought about doing a drive by reception. You'd have the option to park and mix and mingle &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just drive by, drop off your gift, say hi, and get a twinkie or two tossed into your vehicle on your way out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've also been thinking about another option. I want to get a bunch of wedding pictures of people I know. My aunts and uncles, cousins, grandmas and grandpas, old and young but just people I know. My reception would then be decorated with all of these pictures. I would make a date with my &lt;em&gt;'fiance'&lt;/em&gt; and we would go to our grandparents houses and our parents houses and record them telling us how they met. At the end of the video we would tell our story. I think it would be fun to do something like that....a blast from the past for everyone :-) But I don't know....kind of sounds like too much work so I'll probably stick with the drive by!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I dreamed of a wedding of elaborate elegance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A church filled with family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I asked him what kind of a wedding he wished for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;He said one that would make me his wife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-1210259362454164665?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/1210259362454164665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=1210259362454164665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/1210259362454164665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/1210259362454164665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/01/weddings.html' title='Weddings'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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/_GwitsmtxOSI/SXEWLpRDrLI/AAAAAAAAABk/aG7Xwu5OpZU/s72-c/Ring3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652690889824041068.post-3481994774215016066</id><published>2009-01-09T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:35:28.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARRRRRRRR!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This one was written for a family reunion....we were pirates and we was lookin' for me treasure!!!!!  We dug and big hole after a bunch of games and we found it!!!!  But this is all that we found :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alas ye've made it to all o' me friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Imma sorry to tell ye but this ain't where this ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ye've searched and ye've plundered but to no avail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is only the beginning of all yer trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'll be tellin' ye only one thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The treasure ye need cannot be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;For as I's be seein' it it's on top o' the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've lived my life with so many regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;With too many lies, whoredoms and bets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Diggin' up gold with money to spare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I took on a hottey and selfish heir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And now as I sit here and feelin' incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me matie from long ago I's like ye to meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;His name be not important as the lesson he taught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The love of a family to my attention he brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This matie ne'er be diggin' or holdin' a map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;He says he knows where he's goin' what a crazy ole chap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I's spent me time stealin' and findin' and such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Treasure I've found oh yes very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have me silver and I had me gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough's to keep me's rich until I grew old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me's had this feeling I be missin' out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;About me riches I had me doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I then met me dear lovely wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;She's been makin' me realize I only had half a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got me wife and me dear Sammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's be Liza, oh what a feisty one she be!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This not be makin' much sense to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So's I ask him more of this family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I wake each moring to a smile and a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whether is be from Sam or Liza they ne'er miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We's always be talkin' and makin' our plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Discussin' our Lord and chillin's demands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's be no place I'd rather be spendin' me time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuz this family, you see, is mine all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We argue and fight forgetting our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But then we recieve guidance from up above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Supportin' is what we try to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Each night sittin' and doin' a slight review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We set aside time to be all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Praisin' our God for we ain't been doin' it on our own"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The happiness we seek he says he already had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and for this he was always eternally glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I's been watchin' him waste his life away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Playin' house and cleanin' and doin' whate'er his wifey say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And now as I's be burin' the end o' me treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I's finally realize this brought me no pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me life be unfulfilled, and empty at best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dying lonely and hated just like the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want a Johnny or Liza to be near to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A tight-knit family me's would like to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me's wish me life woulda been spent laughin' enjoyin' me time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The treasures I had were GREAT but not prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I's be envying me land lubber friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But he's once told me that this life ain't the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"You still have a chance to have all I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't worry my brother you will make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's a life after this and a treasure you'll find there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's hard at times so I tell ye beware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gold and silver can ne'er take the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My family and God I'll ne'er replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;For I'll tell you thing beyond any measure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My family is my greatest treasure." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-3481994774215016066?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/3481994774215016066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=3481994774215016066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/3481994774215016066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/3481994774215016066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/01/arrrrrrrr.html' title='ARRRRRRRR!!!!!!'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-4994811797896544119</id><published>2009-01-09T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:57:35.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Warning:  SOME OF MY POEMS DO&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;TEACH EXACT PRINCIPLE!  I JUST LIKE TO THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX AND LET MY IMAGINATION GO.  I LIKE TO PUT THINGS IN PERSPECTIVE (or just in a different perspective).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;STARS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I lived in Heaven a while ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A star being born God promised to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eager and excited I waited all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"He's showing me how to make beauty today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I waited and waited til I figured He forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I started getting mad and bothered and hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How could HE leave me here without a warning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been waiting here for Him all morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was then that His voice, gentle and meek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Left me there alone, unable to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"My lovely young daughter I'll always be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hold you close to My heart so I'll always be near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But daughter it is not I who created these stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You see, they are reminders, happy little scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Each time a child, so dear to My heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leaves My presence or is ready to depart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to go down to Earth to live and obey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They'll do their very best as long as they pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But as they leave, a mark is shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the world to see and their presence known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A sparkling star to remind them of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To prompt them to be all that they can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The more good they do the brighter it gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So my daughter live your life with no regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, it's your turn to go and make your star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're honest and faithful, you will go far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just remember to look up and find the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Find out what it means, you'll do that soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For as you know Christ once went to Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He had a mortal and human birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And as you can see his star shines the brightest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An example to you to be the mightiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, I'll miss you with all of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it won't be too long that we are apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please my dear just remember who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And don't forget to look at your star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-4994811797896544119?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/4994811797896544119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=4994811797896544119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/4994811797896544119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/4994811797896544119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/01/stars.html' title='STARS'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-4846570205477204090</id><published>2009-01-09T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:36:26.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've decided that I'm going to post some of my poems on here....either ones some of you might have read or heard already or just ramdon ones that noone has even &lt;em&gt;seen&lt;/em&gt;.  I don't keep track of them after I doodle so I figure it might be fun in years to come to know that they are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOMEWHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!  So it's just a heads up....they might get boring so just skip past them :-)  Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-4846570205477204090?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/4846570205477204090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=4846570205477204090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/4846570205477204090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/4846570205477204090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-decided-that-im-going-to-post-some.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-940329785276539865</id><published>2008-12-30T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:32:10.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.beliefnet.com/imgs/tout/story/NativityManger061121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://www.beliefnet.com/imgs/tout/story/NativityManger061121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;One night during Christmas break I was keeping score for an intense game of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAND AND FOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(I'm not part of a couple, hence the scorekeeper). I was a little bored so I got out a piece of paper and started jotting down some of my thoughts. This is what I came up with. Don't judge, I was running low on sleep and I'm not professional but this is one of the ways I can express how I feel about something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Christmas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Christmas time mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;Baby Jesus and shepherds on bended knee?&lt;br /&gt;Candy canes, snow, and presents too?&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas season, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Do we remember our Savior and what He did?&lt;br /&gt;Or do we just buy gifts for the lowest bid?&lt;br /&gt;This holiday season I will dedicate to Him&lt;br /&gt;The light of mine will not be dim&lt;br /&gt;For our Savior’s birth we celebrate now&lt;br /&gt;I will remember Him; but how?&lt;br /&gt;Remember the legacy He left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;These thoughts at the forefront of your mind&lt;br /&gt;Think of His life and the gifts that He gave&lt;br /&gt;He is kind, gentle, loving and brave&lt;br /&gt;Teaching and leading, walking through the towns&lt;br /&gt;Showing nothing but of how much his love abounds&lt;br /&gt;Preaching in the temples and healing the sick&lt;br /&gt;Using the priesthood, now that is the trick&lt;br /&gt;The most precious gift given to you and me&lt;br /&gt;Is the pain that He suffered in Gethsemane&lt;br /&gt;He bled from each pore for each one of us&lt;br /&gt;Tremendous pain but still in the Lord He did trust&lt;br /&gt;Carrying His cross, not murmuring a complaint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Jesus of Nazareth the King of the Jews"&lt;/u&gt; marked in paint&lt;br /&gt;His mother stood by watching as people spat and yelled&lt;br /&gt;And slowly, ever slowly our Savior surely paled&lt;br /&gt;He never quit believing or praying to our God&lt;br /&gt;In our Savior’s footsteps we should always try to trod&lt;br /&gt;Every year we have reminders of the lessons He taught&lt;br /&gt;Christmas isn’t about the candy or the presents to be bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;IT’S ALL ABOUT OUR SAVIOR, LORD, OUR BROTHER JESUS CHRIST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-940329785276539865?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/940329785276539865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=940329785276539865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/940329785276539865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/940329785276539865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-night-during-christmas-break-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-5965939854437395804</id><published>2008-12-16T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:16:32.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So today I got to hang out with Abby and her two youngest girls, oh and the babysitting boy Tyson.  Emery and I went and ran some errands because Abby had some work to do and she needed to go to the same places as me so she just made a list and off we went.  While driving it was sprinkling a bit and Emery asked,"Is it raining?!"  "Yeah, can't you see it?"  "No I can't see it, just the water on the windshield."  Well Emery....HERE'S YOUR SIGN!!!  But I thought it was cute anyways.  We continued to talk about the weather and she said,"I know why it rains."  I was curious to hear what she had to say.  "So all the dried up, dead plants will grow green again."  I was a little surprised to hear how close to right she was.  Then it was like she was in her own world thinking so I had some time to think about the rain too.  &lt;strong&gt;Why does it rain?&lt;/strong&gt;  To water the plants, clean out the air...I was having a hard time thinking about other reasons.  To make people happy, but then I've heard so many people complaining about it that I had to cross that one off my list.  Then I remembered that this was &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; list.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-It cleans the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-It water the plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-Makes for some great photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-There's a steadiness of the pounding on the roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-Mystery :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay these all seemed like fine answers but I wanted to find the answers for &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!  Then the song that I sang at my baptism popped into my head so Emery had a little duet while stopped at a stop light.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I like to look for rainbows whenever there is rain.  And ponder on the beauty of an Earth made clean again.  I want my life to be as clean as Earth right after rain.  I want to be the BEST I can.  And live with God again!!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How wonderful is it that God sends rain to remind us of how we can be and what we should do to be that way!!!  &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THE RAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/in_our_lives_there_is_bound_to_come_some_pain/9152.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;In our lives there is bound to come some pain, surely as there are storms and falling rain; just believe that the one who holds the storms will bring the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-5965939854437395804?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/5965939854437395804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=5965939854437395804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/5965939854437395804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/5965939854437395804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-today-i-got-to-hang-out-with-abby.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-4567472744713839725</id><published>2008-12-15T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:00:41.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND sorry to everyone!!  I have tried to post but at the last second I deleted it and then it saved so....ya you can only guess how angry I was hahaha but I'll post a few more before Christmas :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-4567472744713839725?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/4567472744713839725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=4567472744713839725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/4567472744713839725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/4567472744713839725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-sorry-to-everyone-i-have-tried-to.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-528829441634883084</id><published>2008-12-15T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:58:26.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been thinking of kisses lately. Not so much of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt; gross kinds but of the tender ones, special and unique. But NOW that I'm thinking about it there are quite a few different kinds. So, you can't talk about something unless you KNOW about it so I have done some research on kisses. These range from the simple but sweet kisses that are blown to the kisses that shouldn't be talked about...ANYWAY, I just love kisses. How sweet is it to get a butterfly kiss from a little one? When your cheeks get so close and you can feel them breathing. Then their little eye lashes i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ntertwine&lt;/span&gt; with yours and suddenly your heart beat matches the batting of your eyelashes as the little one giggles and backs away. Or the tender eskimo kiss. This is one of my favorites, although very simple. Tiny noses rubbing back and forth, with a innocent little smile. But looking into their eyes you realize that you didn't need to see the smile because the evidence of their love is looking you straight in the eyes. Thinking about these kisses, I thought how wonderful would it be to actually get a letter signed with X's and O's like it seems to always happen in the movies or in songs. I guess the best kind of kiss is the kind of kiss I recieved today :-0 Yes I know you are ALL so interested now!!!! The little boy I work with was having a rough day. When I say rough, I mean he was crying all day and looking outside and running out of the room and everything that goes with being a little boy. So when 5:00 rolled around I was at the door and ready to leave!! But with him, I make sure I get down to his level so we're eye to eye. I tell him it was great playing with him and I can't wait til next time. I need to make sure that he knows that I am talking to him and then I expect a response. Well the normal response is bye with a nod and if I'm lucky he'll actually look at me when saying this. So today I grabbed his little hands and said," Bye Tyler, I can't wait to see you on Wednesday!" All the sudden before I know it he had puckered up and put a wet one right on my lips!!!!! He then said bye while looking me straight in the eyes! Talk about going from one extreme to the other! His mom thought it was so sweet but I was thinking "What the world have you been letting him watch???!!!!" But on the way home I got to thinking about it. I can only imagine him having a conversation in his head with himself. I am grateful for the little blessings like this that let me know that he does care and appreciate me being there. I LOVE KISSES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss." ~Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-528829441634883084?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/528829441634883084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=528829441634883084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/528829441634883084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/528829441634883084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2008/12/kisses.html' title='Kisses'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-6683024038012209601</id><published>2008-12-03T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:37:39.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade</title><content type='html'>For anyone who was wondering about how well I did on my presentation, I FOUND OUT LAST NIGHT!!!!  97 out of 100....I was chewing gum.  Oops!!  I didn't even realize it!!!   But I figure that is still a pretty good grade :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-6683024038012209601?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/6683024038012209601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=6683024038012209601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/6683024038012209601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/6683024038012209601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2008/12/grade.html' title='Grade'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-4689405480795300790</id><published>2008-11-26T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:03:08.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I DID IT!!!!&lt;/u&gt; So if you've read my previous posts, you see that last Tuesday I was supposed to give a presentation in my &lt;strong&gt;Holistic Medicine&lt;/strong&gt; class. &lt;strong&gt;Well,&lt;/strong&gt; I finally got to give it yesterday!! I don't know why I'm so excited....it's just a dang presentation but it feels so good to just have it over with. I won't know my score til next week so it's another week of waiting. (That just reminded me of what a pregnant person thinks when they think they just might have the baby early and it doesn't happen so they're all depressed.) So here I had two really great weeks to prepare and be ready to give my 'speech'. I knew the information fowards and backwards. I could have started in the middle and told you what happens from there and the things that led to the middle part. I was READY!! &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; of course I have to get up there, my hands still freezing cold, my heart rate racing causing high blood pressure, and the worst of all....SHAKING. I guess you could say between my cold hands and the way I was 'fanning' my note cards all around (not on purpose but I was seriously shaking that much) I was a walking AC unit. I'm sure the girls in the front row were wishing I'd just hurry up and finish already because their breath was starting to freeze!! And then I got up there and sounded like a TOTAL dork!! " I'm uh doing my ummm presentation on Innerakls;jdf I mean Inner Child Ther-Therapy. The ummmmm uhhhh founder her name is Parks ummm let me look ummm Penny Parks." Oh gosh Al, are you kidding me!!! Everyone was looking at me with a smile on their faces but I couldn't tell if they were laughing at me or thinking, "That poor miserable girl, I wonder if she knows that black is not her color?" &lt;strong&gt;BLACK&lt;/strong&gt;??? I thought &lt;strong&gt;BLACK&lt;/strong&gt; was everyone's color!!! But I eventually got everyone busy and looking down and visiting but then I felt like I was just talking to noone and I wanted to yell, "Hey I'm giving my presentation here!!!! Wait, Allee, they were all just looking at you and you were about to pee your pants. Did you like that????" Ya try having all this go through your head, read off the notecards because you can't remember a single thing, AND keep a smile on your face!!! OH oh oh oh oh I am so glad it's all over with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Venus told me the other day that champions don't get &lt;u&gt;nervous&lt;/u&gt; in tight situations. That really helped me a lot. I decided I shouldn't get nervous and just do the best I can." ~ Serena Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wish I would have found this quote before Tuesday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-4689405480795300790?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/4689405480795300790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=4689405480795300790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/4689405480795300790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/4689405480795300790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-did-it-so-if-youve-read-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-1516205179765570564</id><published>2008-11-24T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:29:29.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This BLOG is dedicated to little kids :-) I love hanging out with my neices. I love when Emery calls me just to tell me that she scraped her knee when she was riding her bike. Or when Darby calls to ask if I'm going to take a bath or a shower. It's so SWEET and I feel like the best aunt ever!!! (Usually Abby doesn't know they call me but they think that my number is number 7) Or when Caskie comes to visit and Kaja comes for a girl's night spend the night and I make a deal with Camden to have just an Aunt Allee and Camden spend the night and his mom tells me that he's been telling everyone, "Next time I see Aunt Allee I get to have a spend the night, just her and me." Or when I visit them at Mamaw's house and we play like he's a bear and me and Kaja Mae have to fight him off. Their darling little kisses and their tight little hugs!!! Oh it is the BEST ever!!! I love being an aunt. No matter what I do, the next time I see them, they think I am something special and the make me FEEL that way!!! My heart goes out to people who don't realize what little kids can offer. I work with a place called LIFE and I get to work with two autistic boys. Without a doubt, they make me smile everyday. Whether they're asking for tickles or running away screaming, I know they love and trust me. Wow now that's alot of responsiblity!!!! I can't imagine being a parent and having that weight 24/7. I'm dedicating this post to my two handsome boys: Jackson and Tyler. They are so incredibly AWESOME and I love every second I get to spend with them. Jack and I watched Wall-E the other day and he leaned over and held my hand. He looked up at me with his beautifully handsome eyes and gave me a big ole smile. (But then he realized what he was doing and he IMMEDIATELY let go!!!!) Even though I'm just now getting to know Tyler I can feel how much he already trusts me. I felt so good the other day at the center when it was transition time and he was supposed to go with Melissa to get to work and he gave me a hug and called me by name. It's the small and simple things that are so AMAZING!!!! Anyways, I love little kids and the joy that they bring into the lives of many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"The more we know about how we lost our spontaneous wonder and creativity, the more we can find ways to get them back." ~John Bradshaw (Inner Child Therapist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-1516205179765570564?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/1516205179765570564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=1516205179765570564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/1516205179765570564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/1516205179765570564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2008/11/kiddos.html' title='Kiddos'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-68421161503624101</id><published>2008-11-24T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:36:58.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure JOY??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pure joy&lt;/span&gt;?  Let's turn to the dictionary for this one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pure: adj. [pyoor] free from anything of a different, inferior, or contaminating kind; free from extraneous matter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joy:  noun [joi] the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I'm going to break this down in blogging terms......&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MASHED POTATOES AND GRAVY&lt;/span&gt; (or noodles).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mashed potatoes are PURE!!!  They are not contaminated, unless you're a health freak and you consider butter an extraneous matter, and they ARE exceptionally good AND satisfying!  Oh boy I can't even tell you how excited I am for Thanksgiving.  Some &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt; food and some &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; company is what I'm looking forward to.  I know I ususally write about something goofy or my insights or whatever but I just want to let everyone know what I'm grateful for this season. (Man that sounds awful, it sounds like I only think of what I'm grateful for at certain SEASONS!!!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-My body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-My abilities (I know I complain WAY too much about not having enough of these but I am so  blessed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-My car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-My personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-My jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-The weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-People (good and bad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are just a FEW of the things that I think are pretty high up on my list.  I am so thankful for my body and the things I can do with it.  When I think about it, I feel so bad that sometimes I treat it so badly.  Just watching my fingers type this is amazing!!!!!!  (It's cuz I'm real fast hahah just kidding)  My abilities seem to be growing beyong my comprehension.  I actually don't think I'm gaining anymore, I've just realized that I can do alot more than I believed I could.  My car...oh what would I do without my sweet &lt;u&gt;BLOSSOM&lt;/u&gt;?!!  She takes me wherever I wanna go and she never complains.  She's my shoulder to cry on when I need to and she doesn't make fun of me or complain.  It's because of her that I can be with my family as much as I am.  I'm just now realizing that I have a pretty good personality.  I'm not bragging because I'm FAR from perfect but I've been working with a few people who are SO hard to get along with and it's teaching me to just be happy and do my best to help them realize that things are not that bad.  I CAN deal with things, I CAN handle pressure, and I CAN do it with a smile on my face. (Even if I'm really imagining something that involves me standing on their head)  Oh and the sweet weather!!!  I love love love it!!!  Even if it's not cold enough to feel like Christmas yet....oh well.  It's beautiful!!!  I love rolling down my window in my car and turning up the Christmas station (99.9) and singing to the top of my lungs!!  People look at me like I'm crazy but I just smile and wave :-)  I love observing people and how the react or respond to different situations.  I've noticed how dumb you look if you overreact and get mad over something so small.  I'm realizing that lazy people are just that...lazy and not wanted.  I'm not trying to be mean but I'm just making a point that most people know but maybe haven't witnessed it first hand.  And last of all, my family.  They make me so happy and I know they will do anything for me.  BUT above all I am thankful for my Savior.  I KNOW that he made all this possible for me.  I'd be nothing without Him.  Okay well I've given my Thanksgiving spill.  It's fun to think about :-)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/when_you_are_grateful_fear_disappears_and/175599.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you are grateful fear disappears and abundance appears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;” ~ Anthony Robbins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-68421161503624101?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/68421161503624101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=68421161503624101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/68421161503624101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/68421161503624101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2008/11/pure-joy.html' title='Pure JOY??'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-158093442486210053</id><published>2008-11-19T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:31:55.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell I'm frustrated????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay so I'm taking this class...HOLISTIC MEDICINE.  I have absolutely loved it BUT that's not the point.  We have been assigned to do presentations as our finals and we started giving them this week.  The class only meets once a week but it's for 2 1/2 hours.  Anyways, the teacher signed up 8 people to give their presentations this week.  I was of the lucky first 8.  Let me tell you a little about the assignment.  15 minutes....handout....visual....holistic medice related.  Sounds tough right?  Hmmmm well I decided to do mine on Inner Child Therapy.  If you want to know more let me know. It's kind of weird that some people believe in it but at the same time it kind of makes me wonder.....so Monday night I'm making sure I know everything I need to know.  Tuesday morning I'm making my note cards, going over  my visuals, I even rented a movie to play a clip in class!!!  I was set but still as nervous as could be!!  &lt;strong&gt;ALL DAY&lt;/strong&gt; I sat and thought  about this simple assignment....afraid to get up in front of the class.  And when I say nervous, my stomach was in knots and I had a headache, high blood pressure, increase of heart rate AND breathing patterns were &lt;u&gt;crazy&lt;/u&gt;.  I'm telling you, THIS COULDN'T BE HEALTHY!!!!  I'm sitting in class, I have all my papers, stuffed animals, crayons, and my movie by me and my hands' temperature is dropping by the second.  The first girl gets up....&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;45 MINUTES LATER&lt;/span&gt; the next lady gave her presentations....&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;45 MINUTES LATER&lt;/span&gt; the third person got up.  So I'm sitting there slowly realizing there's not going to be time for everyone to give their presentation.  Am I going to get to?  (Ya my mental state totally changed.  I WANTED to give my presentation...TODAY!!!  I didn't want to have to wait another week and have another good for nothing miserable day!!!!)  Well, the pattern of presentations went on....needless to say I didn't get to give my presentation.  I WAS LIVID!!!!!  How, as a normal human being, could you go on about something you have no clue about for 45 minutes knowing that you were only supposed to drag it out for 15?????  BUT the worst part is....I'm going to look like a total dork next Tuesday when I get up and give a freakin' &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; presentation for &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15 minutes&lt;/span&gt;.  AND I have to find a different movie because The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is due back at Blockbuster on Saturday!!!!  I was so upset by all of this that I was pretty sure the festering zit on my forehead was going to explode because of the pressure in my head!!   I was SO ready to ring my teacher's neck for not stopping everyone when they should have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STOPPED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm over it now....hope I still feel that way next Tuesday.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-158093442486210053?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/158093442486210053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=158093442486210053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/158093442486210053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/158093442486210053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-you-tell-im-frustrated.html' title='Can you tell I&apos;m frustrated????'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-8946236517906371565</id><published>2008-11-17T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:57:48.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED vs. WHITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt;....sauce I mean :-) Well first of all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; sauce is tradition. It's what I think of when I see an Italian family sitting down to a meal. When the noodles are being sucked in and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; sauce flicks everywhere and you realize, "Wow, that is a fun meal to eat!!!" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; is laughter, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; is love, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; is family. Now &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; sauce is elegant and intriguing. A romantic night out, a special engagement, that is &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; sauce. There is no slirping with this smooth sauce. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; is romance, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; is pure happiness, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; is bliss. The choice between the two is a hard decision. "Am I allowed to have &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; sauce if I'm by myself?" "Can I have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; when I'm feeling down?" My answer to ALL of you is &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! I know when I'm sad, alot of that is because of my family, I'm missing them. This would be the exact time to boil some noodles and warm up some of that savory &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; sauce. Feeling lonely? A bit sad? Open a bottle of the elegant &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; sauce and sit and remember the happy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DISCLOSURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not all &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; sauce will bring romance, happiness or bliss. Not all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; sauce will bring laughter, love, or thoughts of family. Eat with caution as there may be things of alien content. Eating too much will cause obesity, stained teeth and tubberware, rare heart conditions, colesterol changes, difficulty breathing, loss of eye sight, plugged-up nose, headaches, tingling in toes, redness in the throat, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; speckles on the face, the desire for bread, a need for dessert, sleepiness, irritability, the urge to go potty, and in rare cases, &lt;strong&gt;DEATH&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;u&gt;Enjoy&lt;/u&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"As a child my family's menu consisted of two choices:  take it or leave it."  ~Buddy Hackett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-8946236517906371565?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/8946236517906371565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=8946236517906371565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/8946236517906371565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/8946236517906371565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-vs-white.html' title='RED vs. WHITE'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-4243806563017952170</id><published>2008-11-05T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:19:52.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on my fitness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay so I went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today....yes yes thank you thank you!!! It was an 'interesting' experience. So on the upper deck there are treadmills, bikes, elliptical machines, you know, that kind of stuff. The lower floor is covered with weight machines and there are racquetball courts and a basketball court and a pool. &lt;strong&gt;Anyways&lt;/strong&gt;, as I was running on one of the treadmills (for my warm-up) I was looking at people on the lower deck and seeing what they were doing and trying to make a mental map of what machines I wanted to use so I didn't have to go down there and wander through the machines looking like a dork. so I'm running and I looked down and there's this guy who I know from high school. We weren't friends, but we weren't enemies just to let you know. I had to tell myself this in case he happened to see me that way I wouldn't be dumb and turn and walk away but actually say "Hi how are you?" I was on the treadmill for about 30 minutes and I watched "Adam" (that's what I'm naming him for the sake of the story) workout. Let me explain to you his method of working out. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"I'll try this....one two...okay!!! I need a drink."&lt;/span&gt; Then back to the same machine. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"I think I need to try a higher weight. I'll move it down one. One... tw...oh no put it down!! Put it down!!!! I think I need to umm uhhh stretch. Yeah that'll help!"&lt;/span&gt; Awkward stretching....swinging his arms around frantically. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Okay. One....twwwwwwwo. Okay ya that was a good one....I think I could do a little more weight."&lt;/span&gt; He then moved it down a few notches and walked away from the machine....never returning. It was like this with every machine he tried. It must have been an off day for him. But then I got to thinking....well how dumb am I???!!! I've been running on a stupid treadmill for 30 minutes!!!! So to prove my strength and durability I moved to the...............................................................................................................................&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;STATIONARY BIKE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-4243806563017952170?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/4243806563017952170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=4243806563017952170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/4243806563017952170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/4243806563017952170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-on-my-fitness.html' title='Working on my fitness'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652690889824041068.post-52726700681110683</id><published>2008-10-25T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:53:02.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY year supply</title><content type='html'>The other day I was traveling down the road, probably stopped at a light and I was thinking of my year supply.  As of right now it consists of:  .  I guess I'm hoping I'll be able to make it to my mom's and dad's before anything gets too bad.  But I was thinking of things that I would like in my year supply.  Of course we all think of the beans, flour, sugar, salt, water, you know the basics but then I started thinking "I want more than that!  I can't just eat those things!  I NEED SUBSTANCE!!!!"  Snickers, butterfinger, pringles, &lt;strong&gt;chocolate, &lt;/strong&gt;juice, soda, salad....mmmmmm now that's what I'm talking about!  Then I got to thinking of things that aren't food.  Of course most of us would want a change of clothes but then I thought "Naw I think I could survive with what I had on for a while."  I like to wash my hair, shampoo and conditioner.  Ya that would be nice but I guess I don't really NEED it.  Toilet paper....most definetly!  Games???  I'm just not sure what to expect...are we going to be just sitting around or are we going to be busy bees?  And what about the kids?  They're going to need something to do so I figure a few fun things to do wouldn't be a bad idea.  What about books?!!  We may need to take our minds off something so I'll for sure want a book or two!!  After a while my list seemed pretty good of things that I needed and things that I wanted.  (It felt like I was making a Christmas List for Santa!!)  But then a thought popped into my head.  "&lt;strong&gt;WHAT ABOUT TOOTH PASTE&lt;/strong&gt;???!!!!"  I have never thought this deep about my year supply and I almost started crying when I thought that I may not get to brush my teeth!!  I don't know how many of you know this but I am a tooth brushing machine!  Oh that fine fresh feeling of minty coolness after a vigorous brushing of the teeth followed by a good swishing or two of that refreshing liquid they call mouthwash :-) Awe sweet release!   And then comes the ultimate clincher......a drink of ice cold water that only brings out the minty freshness of the sparkling white teeth!  You breath in and you can feel the icy coolness as is rushes down your throat and fills your lungs!  If only we could experience this 24/7 then that's when we would be in heaven!  Atleast in my point of view!  My hat goes off to the person who scribed of the first known tooth paste in the 4th century in Egypt.  Thank you my kind sir for offering your knowledge, expertise, and your ability to make people around the world smile because of the delight in our mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May the small and simple things in life keep a smile on your face and a seed of hope in your heart." - M.D. Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-52726700681110683?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/52726700681110683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=52726700681110683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/52726700681110683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/52726700681110683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-year-supply.html' title='MY year supply'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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-1652690889824041068.post-3894495168586329240</id><published>2008-10-21T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:53:22.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single?  WHAT?!!</title><content type='html'>Ya ya I know I'm single and I have a blog. I figure I better start sooner or later because it's going to be a hard transitions from facebook to blog :-) I'm not sure how often I'll post or even what it'll be about but I'm sure you'll LOVE it. I might not tell you alot about my life, but then again I just might. You'll want to check it often because I promise you you'll laugh atleast once, even if it's just in your head. And I'm not going to post pictures most of the time because that's an awkward scene. Imagine this....It's a beautiful cool day here in Chandler, Arizona and I'm walking down the sidewalk to my holistic medicine class. The breeze is blowing in my hair and it's one of those days when you think "Dang if I wasn't me and I saw me now I'd keep looking" . I take a deep breath, look left, look right, and &lt;strong&gt;BAM!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Next thing I'm looking at is my hands trying to push myself off the ground. And what am I supposed to do??? "Hey man did you just see that!!! Well, I was wondering if maybe you could take some pictures of me so my family can see the road rash on my face!!!!!!!!!" AWKWARD!!! So for the most part it's just going to be my words, interesting facts, insights, jokes, or whatever's on my mind. (Use some caution in deciding what is appropriate. Example: If the title says something like' &lt;a href="mailto:%$#@^%18!*#&amp;amp;*"&gt;%$#@^%18!*#&amp;amp;*&lt;/a&gt; ' words of the wise, don't read it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real reason for 'creating' this blog is because of the talk given in the Relief Society Broadcast telling us to create. I thought for a long time about what a single girl, like me, could create. I tried listing all my qualities to see which ones could actually lead somewhere: mostly a good listener, usually upbeat, probably won't judge a person....by now my leads aren't looking so good. So I've decided that I can create smiles. I've been working on it little by little lately and I love it. Just hearing a little giggle makes my heart swell and it gives me my reason to get through the day sometimes. But then the big question....HOW THE WORLD DO I DO THAT?!! After having my nieces over for one night I found one way to answer that question. So this blog is dedicated to all the stay at home mom's. Okay, not even stay at home. If you are a mom, this is to you. We owe you the world!! Life with kids can be......numbing? Disorienting? Frustrating? BUT oh so wonderful at the same time. I hope that I can occasionally give you an out and let you see life through my eyes. Don't expect too much because this is just an experiment....so thank you all for 'volunteering' to be observed, poked at, and maybe even commented on! I'll try to keep names to myself but if I fail, I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end my post with a thought: "Eat right, exercise, die anyway. You choose." - Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652690889824041068-3894495168586329240?l=brimhallee1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/feeds/3894495168586329240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1652690889824041068&amp;postID=3894495168586329240' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/3894495168586329240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652690889824041068/posts/default/3894495168586329240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brimhallee1.blogspot.com/2008/10/single-what.html' title='Single?  WHAT?!!'/><author><name>According to Allee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09130478012761515480</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></feed>
