<?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-3301703888220870023</id><updated>2012-02-09T15:57:52.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is What It Is</title><subtitle type='html'>It is what it is what it is...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-768462735232895081</id><published>2012-01-13T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:30:53.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what would happen...</title><content type='html'>if you woke up this morning with only the things you thanked God for yesterday? I'm so thankful my Saviour is so merciful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-768462735232895081?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/768462735232895081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=768462735232895081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/768462735232895081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/768462735232895081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-would-happen.html' title='what would happen...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-4148752817195320501</id><published>2012-01-09T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T17:14:04.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Difference in 2012</title><content type='html'>It's a brand new year! The motto for this year is 'Make a Difference in 2012'. What are you going to do to make a difference?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-4148752817195320501?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4148752817195320501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=4148752817195320501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/4148752817195320501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/4148752817195320501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2012/01/make-difference-in-2012.html' title='Make a Difference in 2012'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-6813602189086379869</id><published>2011-12-26T19:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:29:37.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Adam?</title><content type='html'>Did you have a good Christmas Adam, Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day!? I did! {Just in case your wondering, Christmas Adam is the day before Christmas Eve :D} We had 4 Christmas celebrations, one at a cousin's house for my dad's side Saturday afternoon, our family one Saturday night, another one at a cousin's house for my mom's side between church on Sunday afternoon, and lastly, one after church Sunday night! I love Christmas time. :) Yay, this week there is no school! I know, your probably thinking that I have hardly gone to school since school has started, but think about it this way. When I was home all those weeks, I was so sick, there was no way to even enjoy it, I would rather have been in school! Throwing up and being in a lot of pain aren't exactly idea activities to do when not in school. So anyway, I am going to enjoy this week off. Tomorrow, I am having a few friends over, not for anything too exciting, just a little "celebration" for me being able to eat real food and keep it down. It will be exactly 2 weeks from my surgery! Then we are going to play games the rest of the afternoon. So many people take their health for granted, I did, until I was sick for 6 months. I am so excited to start this coming year healthy! Believe it or not, I'm ready to roll my sleeves up and get back on track with my school work. Weird, I know, but it fits me! :D Anyway, I noticed I have 29 posts done this past year, and I want to make it 30! With only a few more days left in 2011 I wanted to do it before I forget!Well, I have to finish cleaning my room, yes, the truth comes out....my room isn't always clean. Ttyl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-6813602189086379869?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6813602189086379869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=6813602189086379869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/6813602189086379869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/6813602189086379869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-adam.html' title='Christmas Adam?'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-1968939925196806966</id><published>2011-12-11T21:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:57:07.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, farewell.....</title><content type='html'>I'm GLAD to say Good bye!{The tune is just like the song from Sound of Music, and yes, I rewrote the last part. :) Now that that song is in my head and yours for the rest of the day or week if your me, let's continue.} Well, they finally figured out at least one thing that is wrong with me, physically anyway. :) Tuesday afternoon I am having gallbladder surgery. The test I had the day after Thanksgiving showed that my gallbladder isn't working, it doesn't have any stones, it just doesn't work. On the test I had I got a score and that score is the percentage that it's working. A normal person's "score" is 60 or higher, a good one is 35 or higher, mine was a 1!!! Yeah needless to say it's just not working and needs to be removed. They don't know as though it's going to totally cure me because my pain is no where near where my gallbladder is, but I've been praying that's all it is. As scary as surgery is, I am sorta relieved and can't wait till it's out! Now I am off to bed so I can be ready for my last day of school before I have to take a whole week off...actually doesn't sound too bad! :) "Thank you Jesus for giving the doctors wisdom, and please let this be the only problem and make me better, in Your Name, Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nothing to do with anything picture, I just thought it was cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hDqQ5VBwKcw/TuVs5EsC6-I/AAAAAAAAA5E/PpQvN6_R3fc/s1600/101_1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hDqQ5VBwKcw/TuVs5EsC6-I/AAAAAAAAA5E/PpQvN6_R3fc/s400/101_1619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685069832391945186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-1968939925196806966?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1968939925196806966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=1968939925196806966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1968939925196806966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1968939925196806966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-long-farewell.html' title='So long, farewell.....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hDqQ5VBwKcw/TuVs5EsC6-I/AAAAAAAAA5E/PpQvN6_R3fc/s72-c/101_1619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-5414518740629164725</id><published>2011-11-24T17:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T17:43:46.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm!</title><content type='html'>Remember how I said the doctors figured out what is wrong with me, well they changed their minds!!! They got me all excited for nothing, I thought since they knew what it was they could just tell me what to do and I would start feeling better, needless to say I was very disappointed. I went to the doctors Monday and they said that my stomach empties in about 145 minutes, and a normal person's stomach empties in 120 minutes. They said it wasn't really anything to worry about and it isn't what is making me sick. And, of coarse, ya know what I have to do, get ANOTHER test done. It was supposed to be yesterday, but my mom couldn't get any one to cover for her, so now it's tomorrow. I don't have to eat or drink anything radioactive, they are just putting an iv in and they are putting the radioactive dye right in me through the iv. My dad can't take me because he can't stand needles or anything to do with them, and I have to know someone is there because I hate needles and shots too! this time they are checking for my gallbladder with more depth. They have only done an ultrasound that checked for it before and since I have had tons and tons of other tests that have come back normal they are trying everything. Well, I am at my Uncle's house for Thanksgiving so I should probably go. &lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray that God will give the doctors wisdom to figure this out, it's been since July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-5414518740629164725?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5414518740629164725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=5414518740629164725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5414518740629164725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5414518740629164725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/11/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-1094589364380397195</id><published>2011-11-10T17:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:55:38.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't wait!!</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming fast, I love this time of year. Everything seems so warm and cozy inside and, outside, cold and snowy. I love Christmas music, I never think it's to early to listen to it. I really want to put a "Christmasy" background on my blog and Christmas music too! I am trying to hold off for a little while longer, maybe till after Thanksgiving {even though since November 1st I have been listening to Christmas music}. So, I decided I should put a new background on for a change, just so I don't put Christmas "decorations" up just yet! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, I have been quite sick for a while. Since July, but it started getting worse in September. I have had tons of test, eating and drinking really nasty things, and nothing, everything came back fine. Well, finally, I got some answers!! Tuesday I had a test and that one finally showed some thing wrong, and that it really isn't "just in my head". They have found that my stomach doesn't empty correctly. Which is causing me to either throw up what I ate, or if it stays down, it causes a lot of pain. I don't know anything about it, yet. I don't go back to the doctors till the 21&lt;br /&gt;st of this month, and then I will be able to ask questions, and find out what can be done. I am so thankful that they finally figured it out! It is really neat to see the Lord answer a prayer!! If you were praying, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-1094589364380397195?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1094589364380397195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=1094589364380397195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1094589364380397195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1094589364380397195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-just-cant-wait.html' title='I just can&apos;t wait!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-5165986775626614936</id><published>2011-11-09T15:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T15:53:52.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Promise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ha7gS-E8tQ8/TrrmXAf1EuI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6bGOw3ZJ-0w/s1600/101_1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ha7gS-E8tQ8/TrrmXAf1EuI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6bGOw3ZJ-0w/s400/101_1649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673099963571442402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XwKUhpTKOxY/TrrmYhwYSmI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WewlTYHP-cU/s1600/101E1652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XwKUhpTKOxY/TrrmYhwYSmI/AAAAAAAAA3k/WewlTYHP-cU/s400/101E1652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673099989679098466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBLNKO9f6so/TrrmW83o_4I/AAAAAAAAA20/kAN0eCEQaLc/s1600/101_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sBLNKO9f6so/TrrmW83o_4I/AAAAAAAAA20/kAN0eCEQaLc/s400/101_1646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673099962597572482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long rainy day last week, a bright double rainbow appeared. God sure did pick a pretty way to remind us of His Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-5165986775626614936?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5165986775626614936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=5165986775626614936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5165986775626614936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5165986775626614936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-promise.html' title='It&apos;s a Promise!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ha7gS-E8tQ8/TrrmXAf1EuI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6bGOw3ZJ-0w/s72-c/101_1649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-7453108931737016965</id><published>2011-10-11T16:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T16:46:28.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ministry...</title><content type='html'>I love being involved in ministries in church. I am involved in a few different ones. I didn't realize how much I actually have the privilege to do, until I had to write an essay in school a couple weeks age. I have the opportunity to work with children, which I enjoy doing. &lt;br /&gt;I work on a bus route, and for awhile it was running low, but I have been able to see the Lord work on our route and it has grown over the last couple months. I know sometimes they can try my patience, but I still love them and can't imagine not working on the bus every week!&lt;br /&gt;I also get to work in children's church with my parents. I lead the singing and I did a program, where they could memorize verses and bring their Bibles to get little prizes. We just finished one and it went really good. A lot of them got involved and they were excited each week when they could say their verse. Brianna was the only one who brought her Bible and said her verse every week. She won new Bible, and got her favorite candy bar. There was a seven way tie for second place (they each missed one week because their families went on vacation) and they each got a ribbon and their favorite candy bar. There was one third place, one fourth place, and three fifth place, they each got a ribbon and a little candy bar. &lt;br /&gt;I just recently started working in the nursery as a substitute. I also I get to work in the nursery during ladies soul winning and during some other activities when a nursery is needed.&lt;br /&gt;I love going soul winning and go every chance I get. We did do door hangers but last week we started knocking on doors and talking to people, which I like so much better! &lt;br /&gt;I am not really good at singing, but I really like to. So, I also get to sing in teen choir, which is so fun! &lt;br /&gt;These are the ministries I get to be involved in and I love everything I get to do to serve my Lord! Think about all the privileges you have to serve the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is our Missions Conference! This is my absolute favorite time. I like seeing their presentations and hearing them give their testimonies and preach.Today there was a ladies brunch, the food was yummy, but getting to hear Mrs. Sietmann's testimony was even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta go get ready for church, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-7453108931737016965?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7453108931737016965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=7453108931737016965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7453108931737016965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7453108931737016965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-ministry.html' title='My Ministry...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-4256454768155926549</id><published>2011-08-24T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:35:01.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other night when we got home from church I saw this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr9TY25dDIY/TlUte-TEJfI/AAAAAAAAA2o/-c0xqXYA8Ks/s1600/101_1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr9TY25dDIY/TlUte-TEJfI/AAAAAAAAA2o/-c0xqXYA8Ks/s400/101_1618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644467718121072114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;,&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; width: 153px; height: 115px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-4256454768155926549?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4256454768155926549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=4256454768155926549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/4256454768155926549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/4256454768155926549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/08/other-night-when-we-got-home-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr9TY25dDIY/TlUte-TEJfI/AAAAAAAAA2o/-c0xqXYA8Ks/s72-c/101_1618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-4432759864435237471</id><published>2011-08-22T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T14:16:12.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So fun!</title><content type='html'>This was my favorite game!!! You had to start with the cookie on your forehead and only using your facial muscles, no hands, you had to get the cookie to your mouth and eat it! Here are some techniques...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTc8T9wSKIg/TlKP7YZ5N4I/AAAAAAAAA2I/tec9cubbDlo/s1600/101_1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTc8T9wSKIg/TlKP7YZ5N4I/AAAAAAAAA2I/tec9cubbDlo/s320/101_1456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643731533374764930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisabeth kept telling people, "Just keep your mouth open so if the cookie falls you can try to catch it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVkuJ4jzOr8/TlKP6uO-KrI/AAAAAAAAA2A/mcgr-LZ-jL8/s1600/101_1457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVkuJ4jzOr8/TlKP6uO-KrI/AAAAAAAAA2A/mcgr-LZ-jL8/s320/101_1457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643731522054662834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost...got..it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x69g3Z4S4Bk/TlKP6HOFwBI/AAAAAAAAA14/mlmI_Ww3sUs/s1600/101_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x69g3Z4S4Bk/TlKP6HOFwBI/AAAAAAAAA14/mlmI_Ww3sUs/s320/101_1458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643731511581982738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nLaGTOU794/TlKP5fllfqI/AAAAAAAAA1w/OLnDoohtZws/s1600/101_1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nLaGTOU794/TlKP5fllfqI/AAAAAAAAA1w/OLnDoohtZws/s320/101_1459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643731500943113890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L7wTn2UFDu0/TlKP70MF6lI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/i5B6DmBd-rs/s1600/101_1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L7wTn2UFDu0/TlKP70MF6lI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/i5B6DmBd-rs/s320/101_1455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643731540833069650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{sorry kinda blurry}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi3GGQVn2vc/TlKO42BqYXI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/6YY9U-05tf8/s1600/101_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi3GGQVn2vc/TlKO42BqYXI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/6YY9U-05tf8/s320/101_1463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643730390274957682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oux0IWoy3cw/TlKO52TPFQI/AAAAAAAAA1g/daZ_d8SPjVo/s1600/101_1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oux0IWoy3cw/TlKO52TPFQI/AAAAAAAAA1g/daZ_d8SPjVo/s320/101_1461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643730407528535298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VP09NyOz6-c/TlKO5cHPpCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/vkhyUv2108k/s1600/101_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VP09NyOz6-c/TlKO5cHPpCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/vkhyUv2108k/s320/101_1462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643730400498918434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARG! I'm a pirate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g7OIXsvd-60/TlKO6WWsW_I/AAAAAAAAA1o/se6DTitbRFk/s1600/101_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g7OIXsvd-60/TlKO6WWsW_I/AAAAAAAAA1o/se6DTitbRFk/s320/101_1460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643730416132971506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people raced to see who could thread 5 needles first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-rra1O4aSc/TlKO4U6ImYI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Itu91aVObNk/s1600/101_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-rra1O4aSc/TlKO4U6ImYI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Itu91aVObNk/s320/101_1452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643730381385013634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fL8JQz6lJ0/TlKOHthB9bI/AAAAAAAAA1A/y7eijCr0A6I/s1600/101_1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fL8JQz6lJ0/TlKOHthB9bI/AAAAAAAAA1A/y7eijCr0A6I/s320/101_1454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643729546177017266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game 2 people raced to see who could empty a tissue box the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5GkmCnGP44Q/TlKOHZ2BkOI/AAAAAAAAA04/CJAL2pizhkk/s1600/101_1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5GkmCnGP44Q/TlKOHZ2BkOI/AAAAAAAAA04/CJAL2pizhkk/s320/101_1465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643729540896362722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQER5DKZTfA/TlKOG3JMqQI/AAAAAAAAA0w/sgQlQDRPEsw/s1600/101_1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQER5DKZTfA/TlKOG3JMqQI/AAAAAAAAA0w/sgQlQDRPEsw/s320/101_1466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643729531581540610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this game, the first person to stack 5 cans on a plate floating in a bowl of water won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RwDZmIyrxiw/TlKOFzm3tYI/AAAAAAAAA0g/C_ApDvxoP78/s1600/101_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RwDZmIyrxiw/TlKOFzm3tYI/AAAAAAAAA0g/C_ApDvxoP78/s320/101_1471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643729513452385666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tah-dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt5zc2JlbWg/TlKOGchKkkI/AAAAAAAAA0o/jS2R8InzZlw/s1600/101_1472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt5zc2JlbWg/TlKOGchKkkI/AAAAAAAAA0o/jS2R8InzZlw/s320/101_1472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643729524434309698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One at a time, everyone on the team had to put a puzzle together. [the puzzle was a cut up cereal box.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqK30bjTl3s/TlKNDoPrGVI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/yyYXEOWuJgw/s1600/101_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqK30bjTl3s/TlKNDoPrGVI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/yyYXEOWuJgw/s320/101_1479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643728376530934098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DC42tVmEFI/TlKNDCEG8jI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/6SwaiDaPLYw/s1600/101_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DC42tVmEFI/TlKNDCEG8jI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/6SwaiDaPLYw/s320/101_1481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643728366281880114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this we each had a straw and we had to suck m&amp;m's, run over and drop them in the right colored cup.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6KPaIVWxdY/TlKNC_0bd6I/AAAAAAAAA0I/_74ICv0hXHY/s1600/101_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6KPaIVWxdY/TlKNC_0bd6I/AAAAAAAAA0I/_74ICv0hXHY/s320/101_1482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643728365679245218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each had to get the opposite colored cup back to the top. {kinda hard to explain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTExx6KQsZA/TlKNCVFWWTI/AAAAAAAAA0A/I0lybOLzhDA/s1600/101_1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTExx6KQsZA/TlKNCVFWWTI/AAAAAAAAA0A/I0lybOLzhDA/s320/101_1486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643728354207488306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WW_U90HuWus/TlKNB1U_FPI/AAAAAAAAAz4/42j_TNEFato/s1600/101_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WW_U90HuWus/TlKNB1U_FPI/AAAAAAAAAz4/42j_TNEFato/s320/101_1487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643728345683137778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone shot a rubber band at a pyramid of cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYjfGYMze1M/TlKLg9O6f_I/AAAAAAAAAzg/N7Ir32lKJgg/s1600/101_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FYjfGYMze1M/TlKLg9O6f_I/AAAAAAAAAzg/N7Ir32lKJgg/s320/101_1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643726681357844466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnufDKFp76w/TlKLgGHlDOI/AAAAAAAAAzY/2SsXC1JI-7Q/s1600/101_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnufDKFp76w/TlKLgGHlDOI/AAAAAAAAAzY/2SsXC1JI-7Q/s320/101_1491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643726666563128546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one we had to stack three chopsticks using tongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kbm9QpKfeGU/TlKLffbI2wI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/VcOdCn1zxTA/s1600/101_1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kbm9QpKfeGU/TlKLffbI2wI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/VcOdCn1zxTA/s320/101_1492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643726656176184066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this one, we had to blow cups off the edge of the table only using balloon air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CtTYHgytEK8/TlKLh3mrJJI/AAAAAAAAAzw/40eu_3WpyNk/s1600/101_1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CtTYHgytEK8/TlKLh3mrJJI/AAAAAAAAAzw/40eu_3WpyNk/s320/101_1488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643726697026757778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OzCNCzB4RfI/TlKLhWExC4I/AAAAAAAAAzo/gX6jzeJF0ww/s1600/101_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OzCNCzB4RfI/TlKLhWExC4I/AAAAAAAAAzo/gX6jzeJF0ww/s320/101_1489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643726688026168194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each team had to kick 3 soda cans into a bucket. [not as easy as you would think]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8sFiWLsieq4/TlKKFUU4jNI/AAAAAAAAAzA/8hWgvgAXAFc/s1600/101_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8sFiWLsieq4/TlKKFUU4jNI/AAAAAAAAAzA/8hWgvgAXAFc/s320/101_1495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643725107008933074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ImIBt2evyTY/TlKKF9C0QiI/AAAAAAAAAzI/wCzrFTxK4DM/s1600/101_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ImIBt2evyTY/TlKKF9C0QiI/AAAAAAAAAzI/wCzrFTxK4DM/s320/101_1494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643725117939008034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one we had to spray cans off the persons head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6HP8MJ17J-0/TlKKE6zGGfI/AAAAAAAAAy4/1g7w8nJtHRs/s1600/101_1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6HP8MJ17J-0/TlKKE6zGGfI/AAAAAAAAAy4/1g7w8nJtHRs/s320/101_1500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643725100156328434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mdc9HASQ2cg/TlKKEa3S7lI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0vQFWr3XsiE/s1600/101_1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mdc9HASQ2cg/TlKKEa3S7lI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0vQFWr3XsiE/s320/101_1501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643725091584011858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LIFYVYYQYJc/TlKKD-jbz6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/RTKDVvZbqec/s1600/101_1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LIFYVYYQYJc/TlKKD-jbz6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/RTKDVvZbqec/s320/101_1502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643725083984514978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a few other games but we didn't get pics of those, then we went swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a GREAT 16th Birthday Party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;,&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; width: 153px; height: 115px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-4432759864435237471?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4432759864435237471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=4432759864435237471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/4432759864435237471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/4432759864435237471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-fun.html' title='So fun!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTc8T9wSKIg/TlKP7YZ5N4I/AAAAAAAAA2I/tec9cubbDlo/s72-c/101_1456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-1213781285740773858</id><published>2011-08-02T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T14:50:36.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What? It's my party!!</title><content type='html'>My lovely friends! {love the hair!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDk6u5tIUt4/Ti3F4ah1CqI/AAAAAAAAAw8/maQviwZVtzg/s1600/101_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDk6u5tIUt4/Ti3F4ah1CqI/AAAAAAAAAw8/maQviwZVtzg/s320/101_1506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633376281894914722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our natural faces, the previous pic we were trying to look "normal". {click on it to see it bigger}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CP9DsJi7oEk/Ti3F4sHjvHI/AAAAAAAAAxE/GYsDCxKy7ps/s1600/101_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CP9DsJi7oEk/Ti3F4sHjvHI/AAAAAAAAAxE/GYsDCxKy7ps/s320/101_1507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633376286616566898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present Time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tF3Va8m8LYw/Ti3B21Oe19I/AAAAAAAAAuc/kvYOlLFeCj0/s1600/101E1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tF3Va8m8LYw/Ti3B21Oe19I/AAAAAAAAAuc/kvYOlLFeCj0/s320/101E1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633371856655275986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Notice Abbey)  "You've got something there Nina, let me get it for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLEYeGkwmEE/Ti3FQNeTXSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YdczViv_DRQ/s1600/101_1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLEYeGkwmEE/Ti3FQNeTXSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YdczViv_DRQ/s320/101_1510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633375591195696418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLIP FLOP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CO6_C6wFIJA/Ti3B3b2MnMI/AAAAAAAAAuk/61ZLmo3H8T4/s1600/101_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CO6_C6wFIJA/Ti3B3b2MnMI/AAAAAAAAAuk/61ZLmo3H8T4/s320/101_1559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633371867022400706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm that name sounds familiar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0eSrYtoToXs/Ti3B3_ik-vI/AAAAAAAAAus/yXPo3mdiq34/s1600/101_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0eSrYtoToXs/Ti3B3_ik-vI/AAAAAAAAAus/yXPo3mdiq34/s320/101_1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633371876603788018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all of them!! Oh and I got an mp3 player from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U2RtkX6b1tk/Ti3B4A5f1AI/AAAAAAAAAu0/DaFLSa7ZOi8/s1600/101_1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U2RtkX6b1tk/Ti3B4A5f1AI/AAAAAAAAAu0/DaFLSa7ZOi8/s320/101_1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633371876968354818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved this for last it's got a story, this is the say what? part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqngpAqQ8pc/Ti3EFyv1NMI/AAAAAAAAAwE/jMianzMmtVU/s1600/101_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqngpAqQ8pc/Ti3EFyv1NMI/AAAAAAAAAwE/jMianzMmtVU/s320/101_1517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633374312711140546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this card, notice anything? Maybe you need to get closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KjUyhMOwfYo/Ti3CnlRuQDI/AAAAAAAAAvE/f1Xka4dl10I/s1600/101_1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KjUyhMOwfYo/Ti3CnlRuQDI/AAAAAAAAAvE/f1Xka4dl10I/s320/101_1545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633372694187491378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think your close enough, can you read it now?? Yeah me either! IT'S IN SPANISH!!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62NL5424z7U/Ti3CnBGmLZI/AAAAAAAAAu8/R9rUSM7hkK0/s1600/101_1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62NL5424z7U/Ti3CnBGmLZI/AAAAAAAAAu8/R9rUSM7hkK0/s320/101_1550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633372684477148562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind this is from Paige, this is what it said:&lt;br /&gt;Daughter, on your birthday, can't help remembering your childhood years when you needed someone to take care of you and protect you...&lt;br /&gt;The years have gone by and it's nice to see how you've grown into a strong, confident woman, so well prepared for life...&lt;br /&gt;Some things may change but never forget that the love that's felt for you will never change.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Daughter&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like cake very much I usually have ice cream cake, but this year I had a strawberry pizza and ice cream cones! MMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7yec3YVt8M/Ti3EDnU7ZQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/VMeoEqSoKO8/s1600/101_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7yec3YVt8M/Ti3EDnU7ZQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/VMeoEqSoKO8/s320/101_1522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633374275285771522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting so old I think I fell asleep when they were singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZF-9tZ5KOU/Ti3ECn4Wg5I/AAAAAAAAAvk/Je52Apuc9OI/s1600/101_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZF-9tZ5KOU/Ti3ECn4Wg5I/AAAAAAAAAvk/Je52Apuc9OI/s320/101_1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633374258254480274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look I woke up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajw3jkL_EQU/Ti3ECzBft5I/AAAAAAAAAvs/RgI2yPd5NL0/s1600/101_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajw3jkL_EQU/Ti3ECzBft5I/AAAAAAAAAvs/RgI2yPd5NL0/s320/101_1524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633374261245622162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out the candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OfQWwnrXEqw/Ti3EDfZ5xYI/AAAAAAAAAv0/L4TAlT0joZA/s1600/101_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OfQWwnrXEqw/Ti3EDfZ5xYI/AAAAAAAAAv0/L4TAlT0joZA/s320/101_1525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633374273159153026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Elisabeth telling us a story, I love her facial expressions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jV278Cz1jiM/Ti3CoDL0rLI/AAAAAAAAAvU/XjohhOuv8RQ/s1600/101_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jV278Cz1jiM/Ti3CoDL0rLI/AAAAAAAAAvU/XjohhOuv8RQ/s320/101_1528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633372702215810226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4l5JA2y6qac/Ti3CnzQcq1I/AAAAAAAAAvM/6boquMKCc8w/s1600/101_1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4l5JA2y6qac/Ti3CnzQcq1I/AAAAAAAAAvM/6boquMKCc8w/s320/101_1529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633372697940241234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdmNqGqLbMM/Ti3CoU3mWEI/AAAAAAAAAvc/HqNXOAiZvsg/s1600/101_1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdmNqGqLbMM/Ti3CoU3mWEI/AAAAAAAAAvc/HqNXOAiZvsg/s320/101_1527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633372706962823234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the games to follow soon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;,&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0pt none ! 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It&apos;s my party!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDk6u5tIUt4/Ti3F4ah1CqI/AAAAAAAAAw8/maQviwZVtzg/s72-c/101_1506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-5236708254883844436</id><published>2011-07-28T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:56:30.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mess with children (giggle)...</title><content type='html'>Here are some cute little stories of when people learned kids are smarter than they look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1311904906885201"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36pt;color:black;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b id="yui_3_2_0_5_1311904906885198"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_5_1311904906885195"   style="font-size:18pt;color:black;"&gt; little girl was talking              to her teacher about whales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher  said it              was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because              even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very              small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  little girl stated that Jonah was              swallowed by a whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated, the teacher reiterated              that a whale could not swallow a human; it was  physically              impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  little girl said, 'When I get to              heaven I will ask Jonah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  teacher asked,              'What if Jonah went to hell?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied,              'Then you ask him'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Je8geuu-jE/TjIgdGBbkPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/DXukcTzcXnU/s1600/100_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Je8geuu-jE/TjIgdGBbkPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/DXukcTzcXnU/s320/100_0737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634601767998820594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;color:black;"&gt;A              Kindergarten  teacher was observing her classroom of children              while they  were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to              see each  child's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she got to one little              girl who was working diligently, she asked  what the drawing              was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl  replied, 'I'm drawing              God.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  teacher paused and said, 'But no one              knows what God looks like.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without  missing a              beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl  replied, 'They              will in a minute'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36pt;color:black;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;color:black;"&gt; Sunday school teacher              was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year              olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After explaining the  commandment to              'honour' thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, 'Is there a              commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and              sisters?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat one little boy (the              oldest of a family) answered, 'Thou shall not kill.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RriBQDQiXz8/TjIgdrF8XwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/iMlhnzrWhsY/s1600/100_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RriBQDQiXz8/TjIgdrF8XwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/iMlhnzrWhsY/s320/100_0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634601777949859586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1311904906885165"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36pt;color:maroon;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;color:maroon;"&gt;ne day a little girl was              sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink.              She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white              hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She              looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, 'Why are some of your              hairs white, Mum?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother replied, 'Well, every time that              you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs              turns white.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl  thought about this              revelation for a while and then said, 'Mummy, how come ALL of              grandma's hairs are white?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36pt;color:black;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;color:black;"&gt;he children had all been              photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to              buy a copy of the group picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Just think how nice              it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say,              'There's  Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael,              He's a doctor.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small voice at the back of the room              rang out, 'And there's the teacher, she's dead.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36pt;color:purple;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;color:purple;"&gt; teacher was giving a              lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter              clearer, she said, 'Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as              you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the              face.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' the class said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then why is it that              while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood              doesn't run into my feet?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little fellow               shouted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;color:purple;"&gt;'Cause your feet ain't              empty.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36pt;color:black;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;color:black;"&gt;he children were lined up in              the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head              of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and              posted on the apple tray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Take only ONE ... God is              watching.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving further along              the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of              chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child had written a note,              'Take all you want. God is watching the apples.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-5236708254883844436?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5236708254883844436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=5236708254883844436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5236708254883844436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5236708254883844436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-mess-with-children-giggle.html' title='Don&apos;t mess with children (giggle)...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Je8geuu-jE/TjIgdGBbkPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/DXukcTzcXnU/s72-c/100_0737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-9023645257094109697</id><published>2011-07-24T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:16:06.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEWWWW! {and a little late} Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-Wb2AY0jzE/TizCs8oE-NI/AAAAAAAAAsg/w8oTJPciM_Q/s1600/100_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-Wb2AY0jzE/TizCs8oE-NI/AAAAAAAAAsg/w8oTJPciM_Q/s320/100_0709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633091311377905874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUceaQoCK9M/TizCtLE7waI/AAAAAAAAAso/MG8u6DkddYE/s1600/100_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUceaQoCK9M/TizCtLE7waI/AAAAAAAAAso/MG8u6DkddYE/s320/100_0710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633091315257033122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't mean Jacob, he IS quite cute, isn't he?!?&lt;br /&gt;But, are you wondering why I said ewww, and have these CUTE pics??? Well, scroll down some and you'll see what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm what's in here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPCYlWOsCfc/TizB6AVi-AI/AAAAAAAAAsA/rHVYbtEfo4U/s1600/100_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPCYlWOsCfc/TizB6AVi-AI/AAAAAAAAAsA/rHVYbtEfo4U/s320/100_0736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633090436200593410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what's everybody looking at???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko2aASwKsAY/TizB7RUB49I/AAAAAAAAAsY/qTg-sedl37E/s1600/100_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko2aASwKsAY/TizB7RUB49I/AAAAAAAAAsY/qTg-sedl37E/s320/100_0724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633090457937503186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Gracie, what do you have there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lGwdRPE-KE/TizB7PIc35I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/BKl9Jo5O7sw/s1600/100_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0lGwdRPE-KE/TizB7PIc35I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/BKl9Jo5O7sw/s320/100_0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633090457352069010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that looks interesting...am I getting you excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UebaXAwoCho/TizB6izz3wI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Sfg2D0vQRZY/s1600/100_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UebaXAwoCho/TizB6izz3wI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Sfg2D0vQRZY/s320/100_0725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633090445454335746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2-_4uFHQhc/TizB53O-jsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/hgAHANmTvjs/s1600/100_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y2-_4uFHQhc/TizB53O-jsI/AAAAAAAAAr4/hgAHANmTvjs/s320/100_0722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633090433757122242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you understand the EEEWWWW part? Yeah, exactly, that's what I thought! Doesn't it look like a nightmare?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on the 4th of July. My Aunt has a big pond out front of there house, and it is loaded with frogs. All those frogs keep them up at night with their croaking. So last year we started a tradition! On the 4th of July we have a frog catchin' contest. The first year I won but this year I was at camp. We catch as many as we can and then my Uncle relocates the frogs to another pond so he can sleep at night. I believe they caught about 80!! {wowzers!!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGzZzOVQiqE/TizOFMw3NVI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Sn9q0j-rTtQ/s1600/100_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGzZzOVQiqE/TizOFMw3NVI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Sn9q0j-rTtQ/s320/100_0697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633103822654485842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRvKBjcga-g/TizOFT-eUMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/CY_PNwkxl6o/s1600/100_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRvKBjcga-g/TizOFT-eUMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/CY_PNwkxl6o/s320/100_0698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633103824590622914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VM7WWiu82bw/TizOGGl_jYI/AAAAAAAAAtA/MMhfJos7ock/s1600/100_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VM7WWiu82bw/TizOGGl_jYI/AAAAAAAAAtA/MMhfJos7ock/s320/100_0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633103838178151810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some kiddie swimming, or actually some kiddies standing in the little bit of water. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yydej1ivi3s/TizPlFO6DkI/AAAAAAAAAto/JcNDG7OHTaY/s1600/100_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yydej1ivi3s/TizPlFO6DkI/AAAAAAAAAto/JcNDG7OHTaY/s320/100_0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633105469900459586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some brave little girls who decided to swim in the pond, which they later found out it had leeches in it. My cousin came out with 7 on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcDPNfPFvrM/TizOGudpStI/AAAAAAAAAtI/QrtLkUgYLTA/s1600/100_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcDPNfPFvrM/TizOGudpStI/AAAAAAAAAtI/QrtLkUgYLTA/s320/100_0700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633103848880556754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYIramPQNPA/TizPkwUA1GI/AAAAAAAAAtg/F_Xr4zhqlTA/s1600/100_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYIramPQNPA/TizPkwUA1GI/AAAAAAAAAtg/F_Xr4zhqlTA/s320/100_0703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633105464284730466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's siblings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey get over here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZlL97ERkbA/TizPlt80x-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/mBLfp7Qohu0/s1600/100_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZlL97ERkbA/TizPlt80x-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/mBLfp7Qohu0/s320/100_0711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633105480830470114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone say cheese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jev4Ndej0cg/TizPly0kuSI/AAAAAAAAAt4/3luHQVB1mAU/s1600/100_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jev4Ndej0cg/TizPly0kuSI/AAAAAAAAAt4/3luHQVB1mAU/s320/100_0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633105482138040610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;,&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; width: 153px; height: 115px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-9023645257094109697?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/9023645257094109697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=9023645257094109697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/9023645257094109697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/9023645257094109697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/07/eeewwww-and-little-late-happy-4th-of.html' title='EEEWWWW! {and a little late} Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-Wb2AY0jzE/TizCs8oE-NI/AAAAAAAAAsg/w8oTJPciM_Q/s72-c/100_0709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-2378487903781835517</id><published>2011-07-22T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T22:54:33.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wana come to our zoo...</title><content type='html'>Clayton, look over here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BET4E2yYEHQ/TiowtFxorUI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ToS6FByFbUs/s1600/101_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BET4E2yYEHQ/TiowtFxorUI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ToS6FByFbUs/s320/101_1535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632367835182837058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vm_8By9JaQQ/TiowtrSzHbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/fXEGfXOrlhs/s1600/101_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vm_8By9JaQQ/TiowtrSzHbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/fXEGfXOrlhs/s320/101_1538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632367845254045106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at the camera, just look at our zoo, ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kdt8uKyG7fg/TioxORisGoI/AAAAAAAAArA/Ys4sFTbCzaE/s1600/101_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kdt8uKyG7fg/TioxORisGoI/AAAAAAAAArA/Ys4sFTbCzaE/s320/101_1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632368405277055618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes our zoo, isn't it the best?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAsGgZPln7o/TiowsmzH7II/AAAAAAAAAqg/JvPF7qK7dJk/s1600/101_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAsGgZPln7o/TiowsmzH7II/AAAAAAAAAqg/JvPF7qK7dJk/s320/101_1536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632367826867580034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all worked on it, and made cages for all the animals. Not every kind of animal had their on cage, so the nice animals had two to their cage. Like the bears and the rabbits shared, doesn't seem to fit right? Well, it all works, because our zoo has the cow that jumped over the moon, and pigs that could fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SnLwUHno0M/Tio1E_uyjGI/AAAAAAAAArI/NL4gd_4Phnc/s1600/101_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SnLwUHno0M/Tio1E_uyjGI/AAAAAAAAArI/NL4gd_4Phnc/s320/101_1532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632372643923659874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are finishing up,  just in time for us to go to the gym, and for the little kids to come and "play" with it. Oh well, we needed cleaner upers anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKGRLRLenWU/Tiowr2O-kcI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/H0XsnxRxRfo/s1600/101_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKGRLRLenWU/Tiowr2O-kcI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/H0XsnxRxRfo/s320/101_1531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632367813831070146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE working in the nursery! Also, I love how giraffes can walk around the zoo and talk to people. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-2378487903781835517?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2378487903781835517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=2378487903781835517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/2378487903781835517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/2378487903781835517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/07/wana-come-to-our-zoo.html' title='Wana come to our zoo...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BET4E2yYEHQ/TiowtFxorUI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ToS6FByFbUs/s72-c/101_1535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-1334017490654047385</id><published>2011-07-13T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T22:34:58.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey how's it going...</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here right now waiting for supper to finish cooking. We just got home from church and my mom got home from work late so we didn't eat before church and I am starving!!!&lt;br /&gt; Well it is just me and my mom home for the week, Joe and my dad went up north to our camp because my Uncle Tony came back from the Camen Islands for a couple weeks and that's where he was staying. They left Sunday and are coming back this Saturday, sometime &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; my party!&lt;br /&gt; Oh yes, my sweet 16 party is this Saturday!!! Really excited! We are going to be playing games from the game show Minute To Win It. I absolutely can't wait! It's really cool, my 16th birthday party is on the 16th. Although I turned 16 on June 27th, it's still cool that my party is on the 16th!&lt;br /&gt; Last week I went to camp and had a great time! The games were soo fun and the preaching was great! I love camp! This is what the word camp means at Commonground Baptist Camp, C stands for Christ Honoring, A stands for Affordable, M stands for Modest Attire, and P stands for Preaching Centered. It is definitely preaching centered and that is what I love about it. The affordable is great, my parents pay for it and I am glad they don't have to spend to much money. I usually take pictures but this year it was so busy and went by so fast that I never even remembered to take my camera out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I think you will be pleased to know {as if you care} I am awesome{ish} at driving and I have pretty much perfected my turns!! Isn't that the most excited news you have heard all day!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have blabbed enough tonight. Sorry if you were bored to death, but it was your choice to read this. No one has probably made it past the first sentence of my rambling on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to supper,{sausage, yum!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-1334017490654047385?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1334017490654047385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=1334017490654047385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1334017490654047385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1334017490654047385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/07/hey-hows-it-going.html' title='Hey how&apos;s it going...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-190665139462712173</id><published>2011-06-29T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:20:40.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't like my driving....</title><content type='html'>stay off the sidewalk! hehehe No, I'm NOT &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad. Oh, and I am tons better at my turning. My dad brought me to the church parking lot {while it was empty} so I could practice. I only drive on back roads right now, for some {weird} reason my dad doesn't trust me on roads with a lot of traffic. ;) When we get near a busy road, I pull over and we do a chinese fire drill, and run around the car to change seats. Since I am soo, shall we say, vertically challenged, I have to move the seat waaay up. So, when my dad goes to get in, he doesn't exactly fit. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to ya later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-190665139462712173?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/190665139462712173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=190665139462712173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/190665139462712173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/190665139462712173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-you-dont-like-my-driving.html' title='If you don&apos;t like my driving....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-2700011623715043863</id><published>2011-06-27T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T12:16:08.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better watch out...</title><content type='html'>I'm driving!!! Today is my birthday, so my dad took me to get my permit! I was really nervous, and I didn't think I was going to pass, but then I started doing the test. It was so easy. I handed the test to the lady, and before she started scoring it she said "This one looks like it's gunna be 100!" After she scored it she said "Yup, I'm right. Good job and happy birthday!!" I am so excited, but driving is really scary. My dad let me drive home, and yeah, I really need to work on my turns!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well talk to ya later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-2700011623715043863?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2700011623715043863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=2700011623715043863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/2700011623715043863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/2700011623715043863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/06/better-watch-out.html' title='Better watch out...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-3821002223646500732</id><published>2011-06-16T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:58:37.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boldt Castle...</title><content type='html'>Mostly just pics only a few descriptions. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way...&lt;br /&gt;This is part of my new identity protection, you can't see the person's full face. Bet you can't tell who she is can you?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pajz1Sv8ubk/TfqqikkaXHI/AAAAAAAAAlo/8G8448AyIqM/s1600/umm%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pajz1Sv8ubk/TfqqikkaXHI/AAAAAAAAAlo/8G8448AyIqM/s320/umm%2B031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618990996006788210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most everyone ate their lunches on the way. Katelyn found this cool chip, or is it an orange???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2iHIBak3xA/Tfqqi4X-jZI/AAAAAAAAAlw/FHaH8cqiyWk/s1600/umm%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2iHIBak3xA/Tfqqi4X-jZI/AAAAAAAAAlw/FHaH8cqiyWk/s320/umm%2B033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618991001323343250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice boat right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wLlFSDR8tVc/TfqqkYtidkI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ek_NcYVxnSw/s1600/umm%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wLlFSDR8tVc/TfqqkYtidkI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ek_NcYVxnSw/s320/umm%2B036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618991027183580738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not the one we rode. Our's was around the corner and little. It was the Uncle Sam II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b86uCqJtSkQ/Tfqq6ho5C-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/vcTJtMaIaxA/s1600/umm%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b86uCqJtSkQ/Tfqq6ho5C-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/vcTJtMaIaxA/s320/umm%2B039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618991407537130466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking off! Wait isn't that what plane does, so what does a boat do? Well anyway it was about a 10 minute ride. Sorry you can't really see there their faces, it might be better that way. hehe Actually it's part of the identity protection...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MAG4GEBb7vE/Tfqq68V3xjI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vTznOVlGcQU/s1600/umm%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MAG4GEBb7vE/Tfqq68V3xjI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vTznOVlGcQU/s320/umm%2B041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618991414705112626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i8CCf77VQeI/TfqsOFMoyKI/AAAAAAAAAog/-gC6S-HrIyQ/s1600/umm%2B086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i8CCf77VQeI/TfqsOFMoyKI/AAAAAAAAAog/-gC6S-HrIyQ/s320/umm%2B086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618992843011442850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is located on Heart Island, so there were hearts all over. It used to be spelled hart, but Mr. Boldt thought it would be more romantic (since he was building the castle for his wife) to spell it heart. He started building the castle in 1900 and it was supposed to be finished in 1905. Unfortunately his wife died just a year in a half before the castle was finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYoYtJ747VE/TfqsMzwBOjI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_NgCafB3qbY/s1600/umm%2B074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYoYtJ747VE/TfqsMzwBOjI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_NgCafB3qbY/s320/umm%2B074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618992821148138034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main entrance gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gRdfHnKXbik/TfqsQ-E9AGI/AAAAAAAAAoo/cgNUUzm_HdQ/s1600/umm%2B093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gRdfHnKXbik/TfqsQ-E9AGI/AAAAAAAAAoo/cgNUUzm_HdQ/s320/umm%2B093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618992892639772770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0pJtyHMueY/Tfqrt9KEzlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/hWc7M1ltUVA/s1600/umm%2B075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0pJtyHMueY/Tfqrt9KEzlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/hWc7M1ltUVA/s320/umm%2B075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618992291097398866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the power house. Some of the little kids were getting disappointed when we came around the corner on the boat and they saw this. They thought it was THE castle, and they were saying how they thought it was supposed to be bigger. We went around another corner and saw the big castle, then they realized oh! there is the big castle they were planning on seeing!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3QDOquQPsE/TfqsNu49SdI/AAAAAAAAAoY/srVULqyNIEU/s1600/umm%2B085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h3QDOquQPsE/TfqsNu49SdI/AAAAAAAAAoY/srVULqyNIEU/s320/umm%2B085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618992837023320530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk in you see this staircase, although you would see it at ground level not from above, until you walk up the stairs and look down. hehe I know I don't really have to explain. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JyD9thvnfhk/TfqrVluDxjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/znaFsAF6PfI/s1600/umm%2B063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JyD9thvnfhk/TfqrVluDxjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/znaFsAF6PfI/s320/umm%2B063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618991872489014834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you look up and see this, it was pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vez8SPWW50k/TfqrU_qRhdI/AAAAAAAAAnI/3OsSWo9ysgo/s1600/umm%2B055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vez8SPWW50k/TfqrU_qRhdI/AAAAAAAAAnI/3OsSWo9ysgo/s320/umm%2B055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618991862272591314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go around the corner and your in the dinning room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZvK5aOPhcI/TfuwcBKZk3I/AAAAAAAAApI/7e0aklc3pV8/s1600/umm%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZvK5aOPhcI/TfuwcBKZk3I/AAAAAAAAApI/7e0aklc3pV8/s320/umm%2B044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619278955469706098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the beautiful china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFCls7HfXTE/Tfqq8HlMGZI/AAAAAAAAAmo/BtyZtLAq8Ro/s1600/umm%2B046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFCls7HfXTE/Tfqq8HlMGZI/AAAAAAAAAmo/BtyZtLAq8Ro/s320/umm%2B046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618991434902018450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was on the main floor, from there we went to the basement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIN9zrpabNc/TfqrUPqrLjI/AAAAAAAAAm4/WGBTOJGXyxA/s1600/umm%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIN9zrpabNc/TfqrUPqrLjI/AAAAAAAAAm4/WGBTOJGXyxA/s320/umm%2B049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618991849389370930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we found a pool!!! to bad I didn't bring my swim clothes. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHqdAuC-Y9Y/Tfqq8dlzYzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Hq2UQRX6y7c/s1600/umm%2B048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHqdAuC-Y9Y/Tfqq8dlzYzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Hq2UQRX6y7c/s320/umm%2B048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618991440810173234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the basement we went all the way to the top, but after the second floor there really isn't much to look at. As they get money they are redoing the rooms. But the decoration now is graffiti and there are some all the way from 1925!!! Robert was privileged to look out the window at the top of the castle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UlI2o4SpWg/TfqrUaHBoAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ynuel4C0PL8/s1600/umm%2B051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UlI2o4SpWg/TfqrUaHBoAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ynuel4C0PL8/s320/umm%2B051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618991852192636930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things that I thought were cool. Well, the toilet everyone thought was cool. They would walk by the bathroom and stop and oooo and awww over the toilet, yes I know I know...we need help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5gYK5FvGXg/TfqrtWKqx_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/3MpHDHY6QqI/s1600/umm%2B059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5gYK5FvGXg/TfqrtWKqx_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/3MpHDHY6QqI/s320/umm%2B059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618992280630904818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8J9SrU1Hhgc/TfqrtPi_b1I/AAAAAAAAAnw/KYM1rUOX_CQ/s1600/umm%2B065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8J9SrU1Hhgc/TfqrtPi_b1I/AAAAAAAAAnw/KYM1rUOX_CQ/s320/umm%2B065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618992278853873490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lcUJC-rB1nk/TfqrsYugAdI/AAAAAAAAAno/EKbZvHptAmQ/s1600/umm%2B064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lcUJC-rB1nk/TfqrsYugAdI/AAAAAAAAAno/EKbZvHptAmQ/s320/umm%2B064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618992264138195410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beautiful group! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgCb0UvHv5A/TfqrsJBb3CI/AAAAAAAAAng/1K35q9rT_9U/s1600/umm%2B069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgCb0UvHv5A/TfqrsJBb3CI/AAAAAAAAAng/1K35q9rT_9U/s320/umm%2B069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618992259922648098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbeys hand modeling...isn't she a natural. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5H_VEoXwp0/TfqskED9pkI/AAAAAAAAAow/2mSPPqLYH7Q/s1600/umm%2B113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5H_VEoXwp0/TfqskED9pkI/AAAAAAAAAow/2mSPPqLYH7Q/s320/umm%2B113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618993220663748162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in the gift shop was expensive but cute so we all took pics of the cute things. But I did end up getting a nice key chain. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgU3aPQvvlg/TfqskqW3_JI/AAAAAAAAAo4/QmrndlpeGHc/s1600/umm%2B112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgU3aPQvvlg/TfqskqW3_JI/AAAAAAAAAo4/QmrndlpeGHc/s320/umm%2B112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618993230943616146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to a ball game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-3821002223646500732?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3821002223646500732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=3821002223646500732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/3821002223646500732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/3821002223646500732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/06/boldt-castle.html' title='Boldt Castle...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pajz1Sv8ubk/TfqqikkaXHI/AAAAAAAAAlo/8G8448AyIqM/s72-c/umm%2B031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-7585946162928148312</id><published>2011-06-13T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:31:48.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is...</title><content type='html'>Finally! I am not smart when it comes to computers, they just don't like me. I could not get my pics to download (took over a week to get them in the computer!!) for anything, and quite a few things have happened since then. Joe graduated on Friday. Wow, I know right!?! He also had a graduation party the next day and then he turned 18 the day after that on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night before we left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4X6nT1LfqQ/TfpPhYCBq2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/DZYbRigtElI/s1600/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4X6nT1LfqQ/TfpPhYCBq2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/DZYbRigtElI/s320/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618890919903341410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! I'm short!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FR_O1yxSF6c/TfpPh0AC5SI/AAAAAAAAAkg/8xTNiRgziqE/s1600/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FR_O1yxSF6c/TfpPh0AC5SI/AAAAAAAAAkg/8xTNiRgziqE/s320/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618890927411225890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tmOUgB_ty3c/TfpPiVP0ZlI/AAAAAAAAAko/SUwEd1P4cPI/s1600/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tmOUgB_ty3c/TfpPiVP0ZlI/AAAAAAAAAko/SUwEd1P4cPI/s320/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618890936335754834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving his Certificate of Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCpWzpnWw0Q/TfpPi1_6oSI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Np8zzgRLX7Q/s1600/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCpWzpnWw0Q/TfpPi1_6oSI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Np8zzgRLX7Q/s320/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618890945127424290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christian School "Graduaters" (according to Gracie) My mom didn't get a pic of Joy and Elisabeth, well she tried but it was really blurry. [excuse the elbow]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtU198GGlco/TfpQV1YHS0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/XXfUxB5-ZeE/s1600/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtU198GGlco/TfpQV1YHS0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/XXfUxB5-ZeE/s320/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618891821133810498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These other pics are blurry, but I still liked them. I didn't take them, cuz if I did they would not be blurry. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NxY9tNrRL8k/TfpQWdwsAYI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8XkvrofCrHM/s1600/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NxY9tNrRL8k/TfpQWdwsAYI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8XkvrofCrHM/s320/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618891831974297986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCvxUzEaBAg/TfpQWyQjO7I/AAAAAAAAAlI/BzyEIP9rra4/s1600/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCvxUzEaBAg/TfpQWyQjO7I/AAAAAAAAAlI/BzyEIP9rra4/s320/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618891837476649906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMnsXuE-8xE/TfpQXJv1tKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JejuL9Ayz-s/s1600/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMnsXuE-8xE/TfpQXJv1tKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JejuL9Ayz-s/s320/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618891843781899426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this one I took, can you tell. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Af-VlCEg2ws/TfpQX4Ni17I/AAAAAAAAAlY/r5Ct3i_pu5Y/s1600/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Af-VlCEg2ws/TfpQX4Ni17I/AAAAAAAAAlY/r5Ct3i_pu5Y/s320/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618891856254523314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Joe had his family graduation party. We had a lot of people there! Most people just stopped in then left but still quite a few people stayed. There was a game of horse shoes, can jam, and volleyball going pretty much the whole time. Then later we had a bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All set-up waiting for everyone to show up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sLImYNc01qg/TfpOzxVVzaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/C1C--c5BqBY/s1600/whatever%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sLImYNc01qg/TfpOzxVVzaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/C1C--c5BqBY/s320/whatever%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618890136421256610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned a lesson, on a windy day don't put balloons in the middle of the table, they get in people's faces! But it looked nice till everyone moved them to one table. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ay6a9pTPzGs/TfpO0BZJ2OI/AAAAAAAAAjw/o_tAmbNXang/s1600/whatever%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ay6a9pTPzGs/TfpO0BZJ2OI/AAAAAAAAAjw/o_tAmbNXang/s320/whatever%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618890140732217570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake table without the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ1_Yw98z3s/TfpO0tjIh5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/VrlAF_qd2io/s1600/whatever%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ1_Yw98z3s/TfpO0tjIh5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/VrlAF_qd2io/s320/whatever%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618890152585234322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then here's the cake. I thought it looked cool, but I don't know how it tasted I'm not really a cake fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lhjTyEXkto0/TfpO1DcxJrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/KoC_RQNrcjg/s1600/whatever%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lhjTyEXkto0/TfpO1DcxJrI/AAAAAAAAAkA/KoC_RQNrcjg/s320/whatever%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618890158464116402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHliHcPO2Ng/TfpO1vkWoKI/AAAAAAAAAkI/8oAQXR63v-k/s1600/whatever%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHliHcPO2Ng/TfpO1vkWoKI/AAAAAAAAAkI/8oAQXR63v-k/s320/whatever%2B016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618890170307092642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Joe's poster board, ain't it nice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRzmD7jnbpk/TfpPgzs0dUI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Ab1wf2at7Bg/s1600/whatever%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRzmD7jnbpk/TfpPgzs0dUI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Ab1wf2at7Bg/s320/whatever%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618890910150718786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and here is the cutie that was following me around the night of the graduation :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rpOk0sxQ0u4/TfpYlTGgzmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Ps3JJUopY0Q/s1600/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rpOk0sxQ0u4/TfpYlTGgzmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Ps3JJUopY0Q/s320/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618900882904108642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now. Still waitin' on the pics from Boldt Castle? Yea, I know, soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-7585946162928148312?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7585946162928148312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=7585946162928148312&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7585946162928148312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7585946162928148312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-it-is.html' title='Here it is...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4X6nT1LfqQ/TfpPhYCBq2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/DZYbRigtElI/s72-c/J%2527s%2Bcamera%2B046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-5948984672101280266</id><published>2011-06-06T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:17:28.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think...</title><content type='html'>Now, people tell me all the time not to think, but I don't listen, and do it anyway! As I was saying I think it's about time to update! I think I did all, well most, ok, just some of my pictures from Grenada, but I'll just tell you what has been going on lately, none of this is going to be in order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I went to Boldt castle (I haven't downloaded pics yet, so they'll be comin'). We have been doing shopping for Joe's graduation party (yes, believe it or not Joe is graduating!). He is having two, a family one at our house this Saturday, and then next Saturday all the seniors are having a party together. Ooh and this is kindaish (yep that's a word in my vocabulator) exciting, I finished school today. The reason why I said kindaish is because I'm glad I'm done with all my work, but now I am going to be staying home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not finishing that sentence cuz I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planted our garden and got eaten alive by mosquitoes, also tonight we put up the "bones" for the tent, and the mosquitoes invited themselves and had a feast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Memorial Day, we went and planted flowers and my grandpa's grave, went to a parade, and when we got back we weeded the flower bed. We were going to do the garden that day but it was way to wet. After we weeded the flower bed, my mom noticed how horrible the porch looked. My dad tried walking down it, and the stairs gave way as he fell right down! So me and my mom tore the porch down, that was really fun! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad had his birthday yesterday, 49 years, I know ooold! hehe Joe's birthday is this Sunday, so Saturday is his 18th birthday party and his graduation party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is important! My birthday is on the 27th!!! I'm going to be {drum roll please} 16!!! So I'm getting excited I am going to be able to drive soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that might be all that I have been up to lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-5948984672101280266?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5948984672101280266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=5948984672101280266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5948984672101280266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5948984672101280266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think.html' title='I think...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-3146679661554625278</id><published>2011-05-14T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:16:18.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unless the Good Lord's calling you...</title><content type='html'>Turn your cell phone off! The Sunday morning we were in Grenada we went to Bro. Celestine's church, and before the service starts Bro. Celestine says Unless the Good Lord is calling you, and the people would say Turn your cell phone off. Another saying they would do was, God is good....All the time. All the time....God is good. Amen, Amen, and AMEN!!! Bro. Celestine would have some of the little kids go up and do it. Whoever was leading it would do the first part of those, then everyone else would do the part after the ....'s, and for the amens, everyone would do that together! That was always fun to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I found a picture of David climbing the coconut tree the first day we were there. It was supposed to be in the last post, but I didn't have it on my camera so I had to get it from Joe's, and yeah it's too much work for me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SPehgMWEd7k/Tc8RodIY1MI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1dnaaeXddqQ/s1600/100_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SPehgMWEd7k/Tc8RodIY1MI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1dnaaeXddqQ/s320/100_0145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606719447811806402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since we were talking about calling, I'll share this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a lot to be able to call family. You had to stand in a certain place, and that was either right by the door, or under the tree up the hill a little. Bro. Senecal was trying to get it set up the first time and it was sprinkling out, I want someone to hold an umbrella for me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz6qA7DIBms/Tc8YM_7S-lI/AAAAAAAAAjI/B37uh9GMQSY/s1600/100_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz6qA7DIBms/Tc8YM_7S-lI/AAAAAAAAAjI/B37uh9GMQSY/s320/100_0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606726672697195090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-3146679661554625278?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/3146679661554625278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=3146679661554625278&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/3146679661554625278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/3146679661554625278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/05/unless-good-lords-calling-you.html' title='Unless the Good Lord&apos;s calling you...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SPehgMWEd7k/Tc8RodIY1MI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1dnaaeXddqQ/s72-c/100_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-7285830689700692867</id><published>2011-05-08T22:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:08:18.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet...</title><content type='html'>Stubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cizfn2ohYb4/TcdEL-oyrwI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/qq7ZWRaTTTc/s1600/100_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604523233869213442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cizfn2ohYb4/TcdEL-oyrwI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/qq7ZWRaTTTc/s320/100_0142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know what you are thinking! No, I am not talking about Joy, but I am talking about the little creature in her hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fsmRFpPzaDg/TcdDvrZohEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0o6WUbb3ktY/s1600/100_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604522747669021762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fsmRFpPzaDg/TcdDvrZohEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0o6WUbb3ktY/s320/100_0141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first morning we were there everyone went exploring, there were people climbing coconut trees, well actually any tree, bringing in tons of different kind of fruit. While they were looking around, the found this little guy, and they decided to catch him. Steve caught him but in the process, his uhh tail happened to come off, hence the name Stubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-7285830689700692867?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7285830689700692867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=7285830689700692867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7285830689700692867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7285830689700692867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/05/meet.html' title='Meet...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cizfn2ohYb4/TcdEL-oyrwI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/qq7ZWRaTTTc/s72-c/100_0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-2284878580695512557</id><published>2011-05-05T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:22:01.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful...</title><content type='html'>Who can make a tree so big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb1nG0vfKRg/TcRHxD3VIHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i7qBcEONmAk/s1600/101_0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb1nG0vfKRg/TcRHxD3VIHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i7qBcEONmAk/s320/101_0718.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603682744532279410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can make a tree so colorful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gE6peFe24N0/TcRHxtA4DeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Zreg7qUUruI/s1600/101_0751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gE6peFe24N0/TcRHxtA4DeI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Zreg7qUUruI/s320/101_0751.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603682755578170850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can create such pretty sights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bI3tLkUYBRQ/TcM-15VU65I/AAAAAAAAAhg/d-bVx_TNXkY/s1600/101_0822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bI3tLkUYBRQ/TcM-15VU65I/AAAAAAAAAhg/d-bVx_TNXkY/s320/101_0822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603391457023290258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDk1CwydpaU/TcM-dujhsTI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/NqsaKH7jXwI/s1600/101_0803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDk1CwydpaU/TcM-dujhsTI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/NqsaKH7jXwI/s320/101_0803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603391041813197106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-fZhFxhyyo/TcM-dB-RpBI/AAAAAAAAAhI/QygEwp6lBNM/s1600/101_0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-fZhFxhyyo/TcM-dB-RpBI/AAAAAAAAAhI/QygEwp6lBNM/s320/101_0727.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603391029845795858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only One I can think of...the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-2284878580695512557?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2284878580695512557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=2284878580695512557&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/2284878580695512557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/2284878580695512557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb1nG0vfKRg/TcRHxD3VIHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i7qBcEONmAk/s72-c/101_0718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-6503923130346504617</id><published>2011-05-04T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:21:15.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens....</title><content type='html'>When I get bored!!! I love to write, but I can't just sit and write something. I need some kind of "boundaries" to write, but not too much, because I do like to be creative! I like how they just gave me a few random words to incorporate and that gives me some idea to what to write about. I googled creative writing prompts, picked a few to do, and in the last to days this is what I came up with, enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the words dog trainer, bills, beach, and pie in your story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Brittany, and I am in 10th grade. Let me tell you a story about what I want to do after I graduate. Everyone is always asking me what I want to do, so this should help everyone out. I want to live in another country and be a missionary. I know that I need to find a husband first, so while I wait, I am thinking about becoming a dog trainer. I don’t even like dogs, but I think this will help me to get used to them and know how to deal with them. Especially if I live in a different country, there might be a lot of dogs. &lt;br /&gt;In there near future I would love to go to the beach, oh I can just dream! I call it high in the sky apple pie hopes. Who knows, I might even see dogs there. Oh, ya know what, when I become a dog trainer, I might take dogs to the beach to train them! Well, I am just being a dog trainer to pay the bills and waste time till I get married, and it will probably help me to get used to dogs and not be so scared! So -- my future, whatcha think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the words social worker, mop, hotel room, and beeper in your story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just weeks ago I happened to come across this scary situation while I was on a business trip in Moncure, Louisiana. I am a salesman, well actually, a saleswoman, and I travel around the country selling sticky notes. I have every color, but anyway back to the scary story. The first day I was there was a Tuesday, and I had the day off just to get to know the city of Moncure a little better, and see where all the businesses were located. &lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the hotel room and as I was locking my door out of the corner of my eye I saw a person running down the hall but when I looked up I didn’t see a soul! I thought it was kind of weird but didn’t think too much about it. When I got down to the lobby, I noticed there was no one around, and the night before the hotel had been packed. When I went to the counter to ask for some directions I also asked where everyone was. The man stood there looking bewildered. He said, “Haven’t you heard”, I believe I looked more puzzled now than he had before, I responded with a confused “No?" He then replied that he was not to talk about it, and that I would find out eventually. I thought it was weird, but asked no more questions, and went on my way. I walked out one of those doors you only find at fancy hotels, you know the ones that if you stay in long enough and keep walking around in circle makes you sick! Yeah those! So, as left through the fun door, I began to see people’s heads, and hear the voices of at least 200 people chanting, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I walked closer and asked one of the people in the crowd what all this was about, he turned and looked at me, and chanted right in my face, “The Red-Coats are coming, The Red-Coats are coming!!!!” I was even more shocked to see the clothes he was wearing, and when I looked up I saw a flood of people wearing these odd clothes. They looked kind of like what they used to wear in the “olden” days. I then preceded to ask what year it was, the man told me it was the year 1875. I was shocked, it seemed quite odd to fall asleep and wake up and be in a past year, you would think you would go to the future not the past! Also, this is the scary part, no one seemed to know what sticky notes were, how in the world was I supposed to sell anything now!?!? &lt;br /&gt;I lived through that day with such culture shock, I don’t know how, but sure enough I managed. The next morning I woke up, and rushed to the lobby, and everything seemed normal, nothing like the day before. So I turned around and went back to room to get ready for a busy day of selling sticky notes, trust me it’s not as easy as you would think! As I was brushing my teeth, there was a knock at the door, “Now surely who could that be”, I thought to myself as I wiped my mouth. When I opened the door the lady introduced herself as Bailey Jarrett. I asked the lady what she wanted, she said that she is a social worker and she needed to talk to me. I let the lady in and cleared a spot off the little hotel table and motioned for her to sit down, then asked her is she would like anything to drink. She said that she didn’t want a drink as she would only be there a few minutes. I pulled a foot stool over and sat down, but as soon as I did there was a beeping sound! Not knowing what it was I jumped up, the lady laughed a little as she pulled her beeper out of the holder. She stared at it a few seconds and said she had to go and she would be back later. &lt;br /&gt;I never went off to work, I stayed there the whole day waiting for the lady to return. About three hours later, there was knocking at the door, sure enough it was the lady. I let her in again and she made me sign a paper that said I could not tell anyone what she was about to tell me. She then preceded to tell me that her name was really Kate Owens and she was not a social worker, but she worked for the F.B.I. I was shocked, but at the same time, so much had already happened, what should I expect. She said that somewhere in the hotel there was a person making a time travel machine and they needed to get to him, and if I could be of a help in anyway. I told her everything that had happened that last day and that I thought I saw someone in the hall the morning before. As she gave the o.k. the squat team immediately came rushing into the building, up the stairs, and they began breaking into every room on the floor that I was on. when they got to the end there was a supply closet and when they busted into that room they stood there for a minute, and realized that the mop standing in the corner was shaking, they went over and behind that mop was the person they had been looking for for at least six hours. Robert Waltz, builder of the first time travel machine.&lt;br /&gt;There were tons of news crews there and people were thanking me for playing such an important role in helping the F.B.I (Finding Backwards Inventions) locate this man. I received an award and was made President of the F.B.I. I’m so proud of myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do ya think? Do you think I should put a stop to this nonsense, or get bored as much as I want. (Just to let you know I don't really care what you think, but my mother always taught me to be nice, so in honor of Mother's Day coming up and because I love my mom, I am going to take her advice.) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-6503923130346504617?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6503923130346504617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=6503923130346504617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/6503923130346504617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/6503923130346504617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-what-happens.html' title='This is what happens....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-9105446057483752733</id><published>2011-04-28T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T15:33:06.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Sights from Grenada...</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm back with another post. Sorry this one took long I couldn't upload pictures for the longest time, and one time last week they started uploading, but the computer froze and they never finished!!! So, anyway here ya go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt4yTlXes6M/TbnBXWYSWdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/OyEsYiYD0UI/s1600/101_0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt4yTlXes6M/TbnBXWYSWdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/OyEsYiYD0UI/s320/101_0630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600720218500520402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5CUC__1uQ0/TbnFR0OWs8I/AAAAAAAAAfg/egeFmlWWGtM/s1600/101_0767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5CUC__1uQ0/TbnFR0OWs8I/AAAAAAAAAfg/egeFmlWWGtM/s320/101_0767.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600724521479222210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-coCOz5oSbEw/TbnEnZ50k4I/AAAAAAAAAew/kkWBuS66ssg/s1600/101_0768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-coCOz5oSbEw/TbnEnZ50k4I/AAAAAAAAAew/kkWBuS66ssg/s320/101_0768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600723792859272066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZWj2zB9t8Y/TcBUUUyBlEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/wgIIoEmG2Kc/s1600/101_0772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oZWj2zB9t8Y/TcBUUUyBlEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/wgIIoEmG2Kc/s320/101_0772.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602570644601541698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op0HWY_oMZw/TcBUjhUoXQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5zO2eM3uERM/s1600/101_0861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op0HWY_oMZw/TcBUjhUoXQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5zO2eM3uERM/s320/101_0861.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602570905665953026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pRBlPGwHro/TcBUVUfUOYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/7it6DXydyVk/s1600/101_0844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pRBlPGwHro/TcBUVUfUOYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/7it6DXydyVk/s320/101_0844.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602570661702941058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmvP-4RXTbs/TbnDVbLWGxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bAFQrM3LTqo/s1600/101e1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmvP-4RXTbs/TbnDVbLWGxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bAFQrM3LTqo/s320/101e1007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600722384451934994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjFJFZMrW7c/TbnFRfnU55I/AAAAAAAAAfY/3cjh36TjxBY/s1600/101_0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjFJFZMrW7c/TbnFRfnU55I/AAAAAAAAAfY/3cjh36TjxBY/s320/101_0758.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600724515946817426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that isn't a pretty sight! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTrtZScnkuk/TcBUU4C0rSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ZSbSfhF3PRA/s1600/101_0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JTrtZScnkuk/TcBUU4C0rSI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ZSbSfhF3PRA/s320/101_0789.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602570654067240226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b3sWNLgxZ1U/TcBUUrBxtgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Zt_lcuoazBI/s1600/101_0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b3sWNLgxZ1U/TcBUUrBxtgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Zt_lcuoazBI/s320/101_0810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602570650573190658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCR-hUkbfYM/TbnBYNtgPRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Cr7XPnQ0GDY/s1600/101_0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCR-hUkbfYM/TbnBYNtgPRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Cr7XPnQ0GDY/s320/101_0725.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600720233353461010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne9xFeh3Dro/TbnEnzl5v6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/f7LZGez63kc/s1600/101_0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne9xFeh3Dro/TbnEnzl5v6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/f7LZGez63kc/s320/101_0759.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600723799755046818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQVekTTzWvo/TbnD7Tg6TCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/x5emlGKqWXA/s1600/101_0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQVekTTzWvo/TbnD7Tg6TCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/x5emlGKqWXA/s320/101_0781.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600723035229932578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHvmGMMeshs/TbnD63qd8sI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jhrNnHt2r0A/s1600/101_0786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHvmGMMeshs/TbnD63qd8sI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jhrNnHt2r0A/s320/101_0786.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600723027753824962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lpMNs5d7A8/TcBUTx5zZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/AmH9sMkg6sQ/s1600/101_0770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lpMNs5d7A8/TcBUTx5zZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/AmH9sMkg6sQ/s320/101_0770.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602570635238926322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uxb89n8jNXE/TbnDW9XyqhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ISQYLiuZnnc/s1600/101_0809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uxb89n8jNXE/TbnDW9XyqhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ISQYLiuZnnc/s320/101_0809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600722410810812946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYOi0LiqXhc/TbnDV1cZXiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/X98k2UaB35Y/s1600/101_0843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYOi0LiqXhc/TbnDV1cZXiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/X98k2UaB35Y/s320/101_0843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600722391502773794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Eo6YjHiE-g/TbnBY8MrV2I/AAAAAAAAAcw/4JT6dtq5OUw/s1600/101_0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dLNtiwDs_9o/TcBUptypBcI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Z4aQMUubAWk/s320/101_0869.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602571012092265922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op0HWY_oMZw/TcBUjhUoXQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5zO2eM3uERM/s1600/101_0861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-op0HWY_oMZw/TcBUjhUoXQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/5zO2eM3uERM/s320/101_0861.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602570905665953026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pRBlPGwHro/TcBUVUfUOYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/7it6DXydyVk/s1600/101_0844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pRBlPGwHro/TcBUVUfUOYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/7it6DXydyVk/s320/101_0844.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602570661702941058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-9105446057483752733?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/9105446057483752733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=9105446057483752733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/9105446057483752733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/9105446057483752733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/04/pretty-sights-from-grenada.html' title='Pretty Sights from Grenada...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt4yTlXes6M/TbnBXWYSWdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/OyEsYiYD0UI/s72-c/101_0630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-7603660050471063050</id><published>2011-04-23T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:49:59.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Jeudy</title><content type='html'>I am not doing my posts in any particular order, what ever comes to mind or whatever picture I see is what I do next. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure, but I think it was Thursday we went to Fort Jeudy. It was on top of a cliff and very rocky. This is overlooking the Atlantic Ocean I do believe, but I'm not positive. The pictures definitely don't do it justice, it was a lot better if you were there, but these will have to do. Everything was amazing and so beautiful, I'll let the pictures speak for themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arGah1EM9jM/TbXFHu6NRUI/AAAAAAAAAac/_G5CGoXfZVw/s1600/101_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arGah1EM9jM/TbXFHu6NRUI/AAAAAAAAAac/_G5CGoXfZVw/s320/101_0681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599598448347006274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8QBL3wMZgzE/TbXFHYB9_6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/kagrzz8wKYA/s1600/101_0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8QBL3wMZgzE/TbXFHYB9_6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/kagrzz8wKYA/s320/101_0680.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599598442205544354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IkWTGltmmWY/TbXCdgGGTLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/T4tFqgbdEuY/s1600/101_0668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IkWTGltmmWY/TbXCdgGGTLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/T4tFqgbdEuY/s320/101_0668.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599595523792587954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwfZ0V3Dic0/TbXCdSvRZVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/yhk8zhI_2sU/s1600/101_0674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwfZ0V3Dic0/TbXCdSvRZVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/yhk8zhI_2sU/s320/101_0674.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599595520207185234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P8nXNSGxcv0/TbN99KnQMXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Uf8yvJWKxT4/s1600/101_0678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P8nXNSGxcv0/TbN99KnQMXI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Uf8yvJWKxT4/s320/101_0678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598957251526144370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QRNEMVvkw94/TbN985DeE2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/9VxpwsS3ZFg/s1600/101_0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QRNEMVvkw94/TbN985DeE2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/9VxpwsS3ZFg/s320/101_0663.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598957246812656482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVFlxaai3Jg/TbN98f-w_lI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PCYtfDiS_ZQ/s1600/101_0659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVFlxaai3Jg/TbN98f-w_lI/AAAAAAAAAZM/PCYtfDiS_ZQ/s320/101_0659.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598957240082038354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSUeQZJcmtw/TbN98BRpvcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/R1-it5vG1yE/s1600/101_0654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iSUeQZJcmtw/TbN98BRpvcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/R1-it5vG1yE/s320/101_0654.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598957231839755714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to a beach, we were only supposed to get our feet wet, but people got a little more than that wet. ;) We had to walk through a pond type thing, past part of the beach, through the woods and mud, and then we made it to the nice part. The waves were so much fun. I think this is was the Atlantic Ocean too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tEMsQV8o018/TbXFII6Ce3I/AAAAAAAAAak/o5mB0yBcMuY/s1600/101_0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tEMsQV8o018/TbXFII6Ce3I/AAAAAAAAAak/o5mB0yBcMuY/s320/101_0686.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599598455325621106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxmXJ489z6w/TbXOY_alr3I/AAAAAAAAAas/q1JAvNGUv-M/s1600/101_0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxmXJ489z6w/TbXOY_alr3I/AAAAAAAAAas/q1JAvNGUv-M/s320/101_0987.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599608640440217458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found some coral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nmVh_17qXcQ/TbXOZIEHlFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PIKuFuwPiEo/s1600/101_0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nmVh_17qXcQ/TbXOZIEHlFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PIKuFuwPiEo/s320/101_0988.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599608642761888850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this one looks like popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-7603660050471063050?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7603660050471063050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=7603660050471063050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7603660050471063050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7603660050471063050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/04/fort-jeudy.html' title='Fort Jeudy'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-arGah1EM9jM/TbXFHu6NRUI/AAAAAAAAAac/_G5CGoXfZVw/s72-c/101_0681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-1472943756824513441</id><published>2011-04-23T18:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T20:18:40.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy...</title><content type='html'>Birthday Mommy! {shh, don't tell anyone I still say mommy} ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we get occupied with things from Grenada, I gotta do this post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 15th was my mom's birthday, but Joe and I weren't here to celebrate it with her. She got a lot of pretty flowers and quite a few cards! On her birthday my dad also took her out for dinner. When we got home on Thursday morning (at 2:30) the whole house smelled like a flower garden! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell how old she is you will have to ask her yourself, not that she'll tell you anyway. (In Grenada Liz, the lady that drove one of the vans around, Mrs.Celestine, and a few others celebrated birthdays while we were down there. What Bro.Celestine makes people do on their birthday, after we sing happy birthday to them, is write their age in the air.) So, maybe we can get her to do something like that. To tell ya the truth, I can't remember how old she is, but I'm sure she is glad about that, so I won't tell. hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the culprits that made the house smell good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSEdZE3osHM/TbNqzpywbYI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Md1n72_JP0g/s1600/101_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSEdZE3osHM/TbNqzpywbYI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Md1n72_JP0g/s320/101_0999.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598936197376273794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfO8ozRPjMc/TbNqzHwPEOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/F9_2aXDGRUw/s1600/101_0998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kfO8ozRPjMc/TbNqzHwPEOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/F9_2aXDGRUw/s320/101_0998.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598936188238893282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rYN6-bQScyc/TbNqy0gWa-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/yzv282YmXhU/s1600/101_0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rYN6-bQScyc/TbNqy0gWa-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/yzv282YmXhU/s320/101_0996.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598936183071992802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-1472943756824513441?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1472943756824513441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=1472943756824513441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1472943756824513441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1472943756824513441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy.html' title='Happy...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSEdZE3osHM/TbNqzpywbYI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Md1n72_JP0g/s72-c/101_0999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-5438997373870370370</id><published>2011-04-22T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:14:16.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What it was all about...</title><content type='html'>Going to Grenada was a lot of fun, and everything was so beautiful. I miss it already and we have only been gone a couple days. But more than the beautiful weather and sights, I miss the people. They were so friendly, by the first night I felt like we had been friends forever. I made friends with a lot of the little kids. They reminded me of the kids on the bus route. I love all the kids on the bus, and the kids down there were more behaved, so they made it impossible not to love them. Everyone was so sweet, it was very hard to leave them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They loved it when we took their picture, and then they would want to see it on the back of the camera. The first night we took the pictures, but the nights after that they begged to use our cameras. They became the photographers. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw6Myc2QLjU/TbG1l5fKDmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_P0-ckC18Ck/s1600/100_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw6Myc2QLjU/TbG1l5fKDmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_P0-ckC18Ck/s320/100_0206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598455474489527906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro. Celestine, and Jadel and Jadiel, who are twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-Vzek9r5ow/TbHTU_ffb6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/Bd_fiKxRjFg/s1600/101_0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-Vzek9r5ow/TbHTU_ffb6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/Bd_fiKxRjFg/s320/101_0918.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598488169392598946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz7tdmY62D8/TbHTUo047oI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6gcIfrxSa6o/s1600/101_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz7tdmY62D8/TbHTUo047oI/AAAAAAAAAXk/6gcIfrxSa6o/s320/101_0902.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598488163308334722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9YcFIbuwRM/TbHSyZ3_78I/AAAAAAAAAXM/8Y4x5vRT0sA/s1600/101_0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9YcFIbuwRM/TbHSyZ3_78I/AAAAAAAAAXM/8Y4x5vRT0sA/s320/101_0889.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598487575179292610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ev0A0c124Xo/TbHSyIJkIwI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Cp43Pf0EZtI/s1600/101_0887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ev0A0c124Xo/TbHSyIJkIwI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Cp43Pf0EZtI/s320/101_0887.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598487570421129986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqXwb9LoIZc/TbHMGTkPLXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gyq-tWJD4_s/s1600/101_0702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqXwb9LoIZc/TbHMGTkPLXI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gyq-tWJD4_s/s320/101_0702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598480220501781874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgr0Jk_SXfs/TbG1mkGRRSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/v39YPP6VcOM/s1600/100_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgr0Jk_SXfs/TbG1mkGRRSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/v39YPP6VcOM/s320/100_0208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598455485927867682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the corner of the street that the church was on, some of the teens play basketball. One night we stopped and some of our guys played. They played to 20, the final score was 20 to 16 them. But the guys that played ended up coming to the service that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02uJSWF2LJ4/TbHMuAT5NGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1HQU0u-MniI/s1600/101_0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02uJSWF2LJ4/TbHMuAT5NGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1HQU0u-MniI/s320/101_0711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598480902527726690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B01K7jKlvLY/TbHSxkdcfXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/p28UrKcv0rA/s1600/101_0883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B01K7jKlvLY/TbHSxkdcfXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/p28UrKcv0rA/s320/101_0883.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598487560840838514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Callie. While we were down there, Pastor started a promotion. Whoever could bring the most visitors would win 100 dollars worth of groceries, and the second place would win 50 dollars worth. Callie brought 15 visitors! So she came in first! There was a tie for second, both people brought 4 visitors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9YOZciCIr8/TbHMuq7R1jI/AAAAAAAAAWk/diBsu2ypFIg/s1600/101_0854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9YOZciCIr8/TbHMuq7R1jI/AAAAAAAAAWk/diBsu2ypFIg/s320/101_0854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598480913967207986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUSPxTjPfcM/TbHMF4EytOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rUeXR6dZlf8/s1600/101_0701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUSPxTjPfcM/TbHMF4EytOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/rUeXR6dZlf8/s320/101_0701.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598480213122135266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor and Lauriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLA142a793I/TbHMFrIXymI/AAAAAAAAAVs/BLhAC20D0fk/s1600/101_0697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLA142a793I/TbHMFrIXymI/AAAAAAAAAVs/BLhAC20D0fk/s320/101_0697.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598480209647487586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zada &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hbsvf_954L8/TbHMFZlfXqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0n4ojds6Iw0/s1600/101_0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hbsvf_954L8/TbHMFZlfXqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/0n4ojds6Iw0/s320/101_0696.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598480204937780898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkquAgMjbQI/TbHLjuAwaGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5RbtT2Kjse8/s1600/101_0695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pkquAgMjbQI/TbHLjuAwaGI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5RbtT2Kjse8/s320/101_0695.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598479626305300578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XordDTNxaE/TbHLjEOJJOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Envn4Z7hXp8/s1600/101_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XordDTNxaE/TbHLjEOJJOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Envn4Z7hXp8/s320/101_0692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598479615087158498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1hQ9yN5-WA/TbHLipz259I/AAAAAAAAAVM/owB9CluxOCU/s1600/101_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1hQ9yN5-WA/TbHLipz259I/AAAAAAAAAVM/owB9CluxOCU/s320/101_0636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598479607997589458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yPmmUET00s/TbHLibell3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/4zfNHI_DUXo/s1600/101_0635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yPmmUET00s/TbHLibell3I/AAAAAAAAAVE/4zfNHI_DUXo/s320/101_0635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598479604150278002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauriel is in the white and Megan is in the Green. Megan is one of the people that came in second place for bringing visitors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-5438997373870370370?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5438997373870370370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=5438997373870370370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5438997373870370370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5438997373870370370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-it-was-all-about.html' title='What it was all about...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw6Myc2QLjU/TbG1l5fKDmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_P0-ckC18Ck/s72-c/100_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-455008477553457296</id><published>2011-04-11T20:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:03:30.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>See ya....</title><content type='html'>And we're off! Everything is all packed up and ready to go. Not so excited about having to be at church at 3:00 A.M.{!!!}, but I think, actually I know, I'll survive and make it to the exciting part! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWD_LZFD474/TaOixqS0VWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/45XLuKH9FSM/s1600/101_0619-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWD_LZFD474/TaOixqS0VWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/45XLuKH9FSM/s320/101_0619-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594494136174794082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;Just about 6 hours till we have to be at church, and abour 9 hours till our first plane takes off!!! Yippeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-455008477553457296?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/455008477553457296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=455008477553457296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/455008477553457296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/455008477553457296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/04/see-ya.html' title='See ya....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWD_LZFD474/TaOixqS0VWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/45XLuKH9FSM/s72-c/101_0619-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-7244056154730080413</id><published>2011-04-05T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:13:58.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it, I hardly can!!! Did ya see the banner at the top of my blog, 7 days! Last time I was on here there was 40 some days, wow time goes by fast! I remember back in October when we started selling candy bars to go on this missions trip(even though the banner says my vacation, it's not really, but they don't have one thats says missions trip). Seven months seemed sooooo far away, and now we're down to only 7 days. That's one week!!! If you want to know exactly how long till our first flight takes off(at six in the morning, and we have to be at church at a {not so} wonderful time, 3:30ish in the morning!), just ask Elisabeth. She knows the days, hours, minutes, and seconds, until we leave. I have never been on a plane before, so I am really excited about that. The farthest I have ever been away from home was going down to Pennsylvania over the summer to see the Amish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I been up to lately? Well, since you asked, I've been shopping for stuff for Grenada, packing stuff for Grenada, counting down the days till Grenada, and practicing special music for Grenada! Plus, all the {boring} normal things, blinking, breathing, schoolwork, etc., etc. EEEKKKK!!! Did I mention I am excited! Well, just incase I didn't, I'll leave you with this.... &lt;br /&gt;I AM SOOOOOO EXCITED, AND CAN'T WAIT TILL NEXT TUESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and I forgot to mention, I know you won't really miss me, seeing as though I don't update much, but when I come back I will have tons of pictures and stories. So, I'll be posting more than usual(maybe)! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/131/622CA006353214BE963E599615A2FA10.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-7244056154730080413?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7244056154730080413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=7244056154730080413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7244056154730080413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7244056154730080413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-889193926817286591</id><published>2011-03-01T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:57:17.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will they ever leave.....</title><content type='html'>I am talking about the germs for goodness sake! They are driving me crazy! I got sick twice in the same week, Monday and Thursday, a couple weeks ago with the stomach bug, then a few days went by and I started getting a cold, then a double ear infection, and once again the stomach bug. No matter what Pastor says, I get everything worse then anyone, including him. hehe I don't like people that share these types of things. This is one time to be selfish and keep it to yourself, PLEASE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about this, and here is what I have decided to do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get one of those astronaut suits, that way the germs can't get to me!!&lt;br /&gt;I know I am just brilliant. I'll have to get one of the air packs or whatever they are. I won't be coming out of the suit till all the icky germs are gone, or until its time to go to Grenada, which by the way is only 42 days away, I'm soo excited!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway back to the suit. I know you are all asking yourself these questions, I have thought this all through! For showers, since it is going to be awhile before I come out, well I guess I'll just have to suffer with the smell, but no one else will. As soon as I come out I promise to take a shower. Now for eating and using the restroom, uhhhh...(I guess I haven't thought all this through, but no worries, I can make something up hehe). So for eating, let me think (sit back, relax, this is going to take a minute, I AM THINKING)....ok I got it! I am going on a purified air diet, all I will be taking in is air(that works, right?). Oh, I think I have just fixed both my problems, if I don't eat, then I won't have to use the restroom!!! I am soo smart, yet again! Oh, how I love my brains!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question you may be asking yourself is where in the world are you going to get the suit? I have this part all figured out, I think. I was thinking about checking eBay, or maybe craigslist, but then I realized, if they are used then it is already going to be filled with germs. So, I guess, if I am going to want a good quality, CLEAN suit, I am going to have to ask the professionals! I will be calling them tomorrow. I think I will ask them to hurry because by the time it comes the sicknesses might be over with, and there would be no sense in having it then. Oooo and I am going to make some pretty clothes to put over it, I know, you don't even have to say it, but I will, I am smart! hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you see me at church with an astronaut suit on and a dress over top, please don't worry, I am just becoming a germaphobe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-889193926817286591?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/889193926817286591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=889193926817286591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/889193926817286591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/889193926817286591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/03/will-they-ever-leave.html' title='Will they ever leave.....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-138476755413551433</id><published>2011-01-20T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:34:00.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The story, and more of a door that won't close....</title><content type='html'>To start this story off let me fill you in on a little information, Joe just got a "new"ish truck, I can't stress the ish part enough! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now you may proceed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after we got back from playing basketball and volleyball at Calvary,(the name of their church is Calvary, just to let you know, I just happen to think it is "funner" to say that we played at Calvary). Oh and btw us girls won volleyball but I won't say if the boys won or LOST!hehe Anyway, as I was saying [clear throat] I was getting into his ya know "new"ish truck I went to close my door and YES it didn't close! The first thing I said was, let me quote it exactly, "I am NOT riding home like this!" I tried and Joe did several times and every time it just bounced off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only people left at church waiting to be picked up were the Senecals. When Mr.Senecal arrived he looked at it attempted to close it but that silly little door was being so very stubborn! Eventually, he came in and said that there was nothing he could do about it here, and that I could just hold the door closed on the way home. He also said "It is what it is", so I knew it was the perfect thing to put here on my blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe ended up finding a bungie cord, and wrapped it around this way, took it off, tried a different way, took it off then finally decided on the way he wanted it, which was not very good, at all! He was going around the loopy part of the parking lot and my door flew open, that just goes to tell you how good his bunging cord job was. When it opened I screamed, and I told Joe to drive slower when he went around curves. Oh yeah, that really worked! There is an "S" curve right before you go down the hill to turn on our road, I asked Joe to go slow around it, well not Joe, he flew around them and I was holding onto my door but it still opened! I know, scary right! When we got home, I took off the bungie cord and hopped(yes really hopped, it's a long way down) out of the truck. And guess what, you will never believe it, I slammed that door and it closed!!!! After we get home! Maybe if we tried to to close it one more time before we left, then it would have closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway I have been thinking about it, and I have been hearing people say "It is what it is" (ya know the title of my blog) alot. So I was thinking, I know I know I shouldn't do that blah blah blah, but I was thinking that I should be able to make people pay for saying it is what it is. lol I personally think it's a good idea, but no one else seems to think so. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I should get going. &lt;br /&gt;Good night to all and to all a....oh never mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-138476755413551433?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/138476755413551433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=138476755413551433&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/138476755413551433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/138476755413551433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2011/01/story-and-more-of-door-that-wont-close.html' title='The story, and more of a door that won&apos;t close....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-6000500460633045921</id><published>2010-12-14T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T12:36:25.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeeeezing COLD!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm sure everyone knows this, but it is freezing outside. I went out to take some pictures this morning, I was only outside for 5 minutes and I was freezing. I took a few quick pics, and the others I took last week when it started snowing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQefwvSB7OI/AAAAAAAAASg/BWY1Bif8pWk/s1600/100_1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQefwvSB7OI/AAAAAAAAASg/BWY1Bif8pWk/s320/100_1265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550580725432052962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQefyGxSaHI/AAAAAAAAATA/QipR4kyGSSo/s1600/100_1268-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQefyGxSaHI/AAAAAAAAATA/QipR4kyGSSo/s320/100_1268-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550580748917041266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love snow, it's just so snowy. :) But I don't really like being cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQefx_z9RXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jXDUo7b-GBA/s1600/100_1296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQefx_z9RXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jXDUo7b-GBA/s320/100_1296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550580747049190770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQefxOcvXyI/AAAAAAAAASw/GMe4x0yWc8w/s1600/100_1295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQefxOcvXyI/AAAAAAAAASw/GMe4x0yWc8w/s320/100_1295.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550580733798473506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQefwzMK2JI/AAAAAAAAASo/mXumNorYAX8/s1600/100_1260-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQefwzMK2JI/AAAAAAAAASo/mXumNorYAX8/s320/100_1260-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550580726481213586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up our Christmas tree, what do you think! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQegfk2QK3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/WWp6tZexato/s1600/100_1289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQegfk2QK3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/WWp6tZexato/s320/100_1289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550581530085043058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this looks much better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQegf6R5kgI/AAAAAAAAATY/4qutCg3vWAE/s1600/100_1290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQegf6R5kgI/AAAAAAAAATY/4qutCg3vWAE/s320/100_1290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550581535838147074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQeggGglq3I/AAAAAAAAATg/my9VooAMras/s1600/100_1291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQeggGglq3I/AAAAAAAAATg/my9VooAMras/s320/100_1291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550581539120982898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday we made Christmas cookies, it was a lot of fun! We didn't make quite as many as last year, but we did make a few new kinds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, today we had a snow day!!! Hallelujah! We decided that last week, when we got all that snow, the people that call off school we on vacation. They must of come back! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-6000500460633045921?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6000500460633045921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=6000500460633045921&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/6000500460633045921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/6000500460633045921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2010/12/freeeeezing-cold.html' title='Freeeeezing COLD!!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TQefwvSB7OI/AAAAAAAAASg/BWY1Bif8pWk/s72-c/100_1265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-1290825045318390283</id><published>2010-10-21T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:12:02.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up.....</title><content type='html'>October was quite a busy month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCoWlZSlRI/AAAAAAAAASU/_nWD2ofgpJw/s1600/100_1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCoWlZSlRI/AAAAAAAAASU/_nWD2ofgpJw/s320/100_1287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530605448359744786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good harvest of pumpkins this year, so we had plenty to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCnmRGQdpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uaQqBK3NG5E/s1600/100_1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCnmRGQdpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uaQqBK3NG5E/s320/100_1286.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530604618277484178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the leaves were on the tree, I loved the color of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCnlwaTV2I/AAAAAAAAARs/YhLJmfwDOvI/s1600/100_1274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCnlwaTV2I/AAAAAAAAARs/YhLJmfwDOvI/s320/100_1274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530604609503188834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church harvest picnic was really fun. There were a lot of fun activities to do, and one of them was apple dunking. I am not really good at it , but I still had fun anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCmQBpqAII/AAAAAAAAARc/mTevCn-TcXo/s1600/100_1266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530603136662241410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCmQBpqAII/AAAAAAAAARc/mTevCn-TcXo/s320/100_1266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCmPSdPbGI/AAAAAAAAARU/frikOGOdc_4/s1600/100_1264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530603123993701474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCmPSdPbGI/AAAAAAAAARU/frikOGOdc_4/s320/100_1264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had taken my glasses off to do it, and while I was waiting for it to start I was trying to look at someone. Well, I forgot that people had cameras! I am very, I mean VERY blind without my glasses. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCmPFtslQI/AAAAAAAAARM/uqNqqHINvvY/s1600/100_1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530603120573060354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCmPFtslQI/AAAAAAAAARM/uqNqqHINvvY/s320/100_1258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun activity was tug-a-war, it started out 5 teen guys against 10 teen girls, then it was 5 teen guys against 8 teen girls, then it was 5 teen guys against 5 teen girls with Mr. Brown, he thought we couldn't do it ourselves, but of course we could have. hehe After we beat the teen guys we did 5 men against 10 teen girls, and yuppers us teen girls won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCmO-JBT3I/AAAAAAAAARE/2ytXePffvmY/s1600/100_1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530603118540181362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCmO-JBT3I/AAAAAAAAARE/2ytXePffvmY/s320/100_1255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCkpoVpAeI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/FnNgmmMK9y0/s1600/100_1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530601377520746978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCkpoVpAeI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/FnNgmmMK9y0/s320/100_1251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the month, the teen guys played in a flag football tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCkpAgX1zI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dxYwBKV_fWM/s1600/100_1248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530601366828341042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCkpAgX1zI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dxYwBKV_fWM/s320/100_1248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came in 2nd place. Woo hoo!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCkoxfpXHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/R3OEtjCerK8/s1600/100_1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530601362798763122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCkoxfpXHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/R3OEtjCerK8/s320/100_1244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us girls painted our brothers numbers on our faces, dressed in our school colors, and some of us painted our hair white and blue. We looked like old people because the white really stood out! hehe Right after the tournament I had to go sell candy at Walmart, with white and blue hair, HELP!!! But, it wasn't really too bad after I brushed it out, thank goodness! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCkoe2Ku5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/VJ_soYllzUE/s1600/100_1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530601357792951186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCkoe2Ku5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/VJ_soYllzUE/s320/100_1243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCkn--ethI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QPYfVCkb3bI/s1600/100_1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530601349237880338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCkn--ethI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QPYfVCkb3bI/s320/100_1238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a little late, I forgot to post it, I've had half of it done for a couple weeks now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Yes, and you can't forget the selling candy part! But I guess it will all be worth it to be able to go to Grenada!!! I'm so tired of candy bars, they definitely don't deserve a picture. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-1290825045318390283?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1290825045318390283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=1290825045318390283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1290825045318390283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1290825045318390283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2010/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up.....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/TMCoWlZSlRI/AAAAAAAAASU/_nWD2ofgpJw/s72-c/100_1287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-2309238370444241324</id><published>2010-09-29T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:54:28.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about starting your own herd?</title><content type='html'>Then you need Cow Seeds, The Herd Starting Kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1217.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1217.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Directions&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1.Start your own herd.&lt;br /&gt;2.Plant seeds in warm spot right side up. &lt;br /&gt;(Cow will grow upside down if planted wrong).&lt;br /&gt;3.Be patient, it takes a long time to start your own herd.&lt;br /&gt;4.For best results, moo softly while watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-2309238370444241324?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2309238370444241324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=2309238370444241324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/2309238370444241324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/2309238370444241324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/thinking-about-starting-your-own-herd.html' title='Thinking about starting your own herd?'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-1833808580080368909</id><published>2010-09-08T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:27:19.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These WEIRD people and me...</title><content type='html'>Some how I ended up being with these people all day!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind that person that looks exactly like me, it's just my long lost twin that you shall never meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1188.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1188.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1196.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1196.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1187.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we, I mean they need some serious help. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my "special" friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid659.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fuu317%2Fbritty55%2F100_1210.mp4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-1833808580080368909?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1833808580080368909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=1833808580080368909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1833808580080368909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1833808580080368909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/these-weird-people-and-me.html' title='These WEIRD people and me...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-6783635649830411971</id><published>2010-09-02T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T10:39:53.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip...</title><content type='html'>WARNING: Very long post, not normal for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to Pennsylvania!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1041_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1041_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how is says state of independence, it looked more mountainy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1135_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1135_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1133_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1133_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mountain looks fuzzy enough to pet. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother and I decided to take a road trip down to Pennsylvania to see the Amish. It was fun just to spend time with my mom. Friday morning we headed out on our excursion and spent about 6 hours in the car, but it was only supposed to take 5 hours. Phew, was that a long time! We were almost to our hotel and our GPS decided we were there, in the middle of the highway, I knew my mom got a cheap hotel, but I didn't know it was that cheap. We drove around for a little bit, then stopped and asked for directions, and made it after about 45 minutes of driving around somewhere in Pennsylvania. Friday night we went to a sight and sound theater, it was interesting. At sight and sound they act out Bible stories. We saw Psalms of David, we wanted to see Joseph, but it was all sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we started the day off with an Amish buggy ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1059_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1059_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, you have always wanted to see a couple of horse's backsides. hehe &lt;br /&gt;On the left is Tar, and on the right is Tonka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to tour a working farm, it was very neat to see how they do things. They don't use any electricity, but they can use anything that is gas, propane, or battery powered. To power their electric fences they use a car battery, they also use generators. They sell there milk, so in order to do that they have to use a milking system to meet the sanitation laws, so they use generators for that and also to keep the milk cold. The milk truck comes every other day to pick up the milk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1060_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1060_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a windmill. You can't really see it, but underneath is a system that is hooked to a generator to pump water into the house, they do have running water and plumbing inside their house, and have running water in their barns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1061_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1061_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The don't have any vehicles, they only have one tractor that blows grain up into the silo, that is the only thing they use it for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1063_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1063_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some of their barns, every other board is propped out so that everything gets dried that is in the there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1067_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1067_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This horse was in the back of his stable when we walked in, and one of the guys that was on the tour with us stood in front of the stable and was listening to the tour guide. Well, the horse got jealous, and he came right over and stuck his face out right in the guy's face, and wanted to let him know that he was right there. The guy looked over and jumped and ran right out of the barn. It was hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1071_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1071_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some homemade dolls.&lt;br /&gt;After our tour, we got to go to the store that was at the farm. We bought some raspberry jam and a couple of little candles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the buggy ride we went to have a tour of an Amish village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1114_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1114_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some buggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1122_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1122_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the family one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1111_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1111_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a boy turns 16, he gets a buggy and it looks like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl turns 16 she gets a hope chest, she puts all her belongings in it, and takes it with her after she is married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1124_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1124_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a water wheel that supplies running water to the house and barn, and is powered by a generator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1123_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1123_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1113_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1113_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1110_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1110_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1108_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1108_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 pictures above are from the blacksmith shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1082_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1082_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a wedding dress, the bride can either pick green, blue, purple, or lavender as the dress, and then they wear the white thing over it, I forget what that's called. Anyway, the day after her wedding, she takes her wedding dress, puts it away and never wears it again till her funeral, she gets buried in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1080_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1080_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gasoline powered iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1093_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1093_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The washing machine and butter churner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things are what they use to can, they sure do a lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1092_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1092_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_1090_00.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1090_00.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate a an Amish restaurant, called Good and Plenty, they have big tables set up and you eat family style, you sit with people you don't know till the table is filled, and then they bring out tons of food. After lunch, we went to a chocolate factory, then headed for our next hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning we traveled about an hour and a half to Bro. Cialini's church. After morning service they had a lunch and then the afternoon service, we stayed for it all, then traveled the last 5 hours to our church. After church we finally got to go home. Ahh home sweet home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GPS we were using wasn't updated for 2009 yet, and there some new roads in Pennsylvania, so it said we were traveling in corn fields a couple times, but we made it back safely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and some wonderful news, well at least for me, I didn't get car sick once!! Thank goodness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun, and I would love to go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-6783635649830411971?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6783635649830411971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=6783635649830411971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/6783635649830411971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/6783635649830411971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2010/09/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-1485505784216616337</id><published>2010-08-12T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:14:37.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Years!!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was my parents 25th wedding anniversary! I know they are old, my thoughts exactly. ;) My dad never said anything about going out to dinner, so I just thought being it Wednesday and having church he didn't plan it. Joe and my dad worked late, so we didn't see them till we got back from church. My mom had a card waiting on the table for my dad when he got home. After we got back from church he came over and gave my mom a hug and said "Happy Anniversary". My mom said you forgot didn't you, she knew right away. His excuse was he thought it was only the 4th and he had a whole week to plan something. hehe But he did make up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_1018-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1018-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made them a cake and I put 25 candles on it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_1029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 dozen red, white, and pink roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_1031-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1031-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me to plan something, and we would all go out to dinner, so Joe drove and we made them sit in the back. Notice my mom is wearing her seatbelt, when Joe is driving she gets a little nervous. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_1034-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_1034-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not get a good picture of my dad at all. I have NO idea what he is doing here (looks like he is surfing or singing I'm gonna zoom zoom zoom up to my room room room) but I had to have a funny picture, I took enough of them. :) Yes, it is blurry but I started laughing and couldn't hold still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Copyof100_1036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/Copyof100_1036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best picture I got, but he still looks weird. Oh wait that's normal! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-1485505784216616337?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1485505784216616337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=1485505784216616337&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1485505784216616337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1485505784216616337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2010/08/25-years.html' title='25 Years!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-2641401324830408725</id><published>2010-06-10T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:42:48.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapper!</title><content type='html'>Check him out! He was in our backyard this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0939-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0939-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we poked on of its back legs it would stand up, and he was quite tall. I tried getting a picture of it standing up but it would stand up tall, then drop back down to fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0930-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0930-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His head was sticking out really far, he had to know what was going on at all times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0927-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0927-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most turtles are slow, but not this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0925-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0925-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put him in a foam cooler, and its claws are really sharp, so it was climbing up the sides of the cooler. Joe was poking it with a stick, and it would snap at us and would slash around in the cooler. Every time it would snap at us I would scream. hehe His tail was huge, it was really scary and gross! I think I'm going to have nightmares! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-2641401324830408725?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/2641401324830408725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=2641401324830408725&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/2641401324830408725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/2641401324830408725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2010/06/snapper.html' title='Snapper!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-5941326035523066108</id><published>2010-05-21T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:39:59.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taughannock Falls...</title><content type='html'>Try saying that 10 times fast! We went on a field trip today, and it was fun. I didn't get to go on the last field trip because I was sick, so I was very happy I got to go on this one! So, go ahead and look at the pictures. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0735.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0735.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0743.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0743.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0749.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0749.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0750.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0750.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0756.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0756.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so was that interesting? I didn't say much, and that's not normal for me, there must must be something wrong! But I just couldn't think of anything! Don't get me wrong, I did have fun, but not too much happened!  But on the upside, I have a some nice pictures! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-5941326035523066108?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5941326035523066108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=5941326035523066108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5941326035523066108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5941326035523066108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2010/05/taughannock-falls.html' title='Taughannock Falls...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-7684555167236140926</id><published>2010-04-19T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:05:48.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors...</title><content type='html'>The doctor's office/hospital has been like a second home for me lately. It all started April 1st at 3 in the morning, I woke up because I was in A LOT of pain. My mom said that my whole body was shaking, and I was drenched in sweat. After awhile I finally got into a comfortable position and went back to sleep. That day (I know, it wasn't very smart) I went to school and suffered through the pain. When I got home my mom asked me if I was feeling better, I said well I don't want another cat scan. My mom said it doesn't matter what you want, does it still hurt? I said that it did, so my mom made a doctor's appointment for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor thought it might be appendicitis, because it hurt worse down in the right lower corner of my stomach. So they sent me off to the emergency room, where they gave me an IV, took some blood, and I had a cat scan. The things I don't like about the cat scans is the nasty stuff I have to drink, the medicine they put in my IV the makes you feel really warm, and having to lay flat on your back, trust me that hurts!! Let me tell you, I hate IVs, they always tell me that I won't feel it after they put the plastic part in, BUT I always do and I hate that feeling! They had to give me fluids because I was a little dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after the cat scan came back they just told us that I had a cyst that was leaking, which is what was causing the pain. The doctor gave me a prescription for a pain medicine and i was allowed to leave. The next day I pretty much layed down the whole day because it hurt to do anything else. If I ate something, it would hurt after awhile or I would throw up. Monday, I went to a follow up at my doctor. Apparently the doctor at the emergency room didn't tell us everything the cat scan showed. My doctor read the whole thing and it said that, besides the cyst I had swollen lymph glands, and the possibility of crohn's disease. The doctor scheduled an ultrasound to see if the cyst was dissolved. So Friday I went and had the ultrasound and it was dissolved and there was just a little bit of fluid that hadn't dissolved yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors don't really know what is wrong with me, they think that it still might be crohn's, but I have to go to a GI doctor and have some more tests. But my GI appointment is not until June 18th, so it's quite awhile away. Over the past couple of weeks I have had a lot of blood work and doctor appointments, and I haven't been able to eat much with out it hurting or without me getting sick, so I have lost quite a bit of weight in the last week. The only things I really can eat without it hurting to bad is applesauce, graham crackers, and plain old toast. The doctors told me to drink Gatorade, and they gave me a few other suggestions of stuff to try. I'm on a cancellation list for the GI appointment, so I'm praying that I can get in earlier. I am still having a little pain, but if I eat something it makes it worse. Please pray that this will go away and my doctors appointment will get moved up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-7684555167236140926?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7684555167236140926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=7684555167236140926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7684555167236140926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7684555167236140926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2010/04/doctors.html' title='Doctors...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-8360470860825914593</id><published>2010-03-23T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:37:04.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Finished...</title><content type='html'>...the battle is over, it is finished... ok ok I'll stop singing. But now that song is in my head! I get sidetracked very easily, can you tell? Anyway, what are we talking about? Oh yeah, the kitchen. Yes, it is finished. It has been finished for a week or more and I am finally getting around to taking some pictures (ya know because I'm so busy and everything). &lt;br /&gt;So, here are the "after" pictures. I never took any "before" pictures. Please forgive me! I only took the "during" pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We painted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0559.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0559.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put wood flooring in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0556.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0556.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even down the hallway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0561.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0561.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also got a new fridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0557.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0557.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fridge also has a handy dandy water dispenser. (I know, handy dandy sounds lame, but I don't really care) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0478.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0478.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there is the "new" kitchen. The next project is the bathroom, the floor is already torn up. Yippee, I am so excited. Can you tell I'm just so excited? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-8360470860825914593?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8360470860825914593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=8360470860825914593&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/8360470860825914593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/8360470860825914593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-finished.html' title='It is Finished...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-6690771897982530685</id><published>2010-02-11T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:21:13.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Going Green</title><content type='html'>My mom finally decided that she was going to change colors in the kitchen, from bright yellow to a calmer color, and she choose green. First we had to empty the pantry and empty off the counters, so everything is in the living room. The china cabinet and fish tank are also in the living room, so its a little crowded in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0326.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0326.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! I've never seen it (almost) empty before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0283.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0283.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago we painted the ceiling, then my dad sanded and I washed all the walls down. Sunday, he started doing around the ceiling and around the outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0259.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0259.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0266.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0299.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0299.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was painted on the wall. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;current=100_0263.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0263.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad did most of the painting while I was at school, Joe and me didn't get to help very much. The only painting project I got stuck with was painting a little tiny strip of wall between my parent's room and Joe's room. It is very very little. It was Joe's job, but he kept getting the paint on the wood, so I had to take over. I hate to admit it (not really) but I did a WAY better job then he would have done. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0285.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0312.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looks like finished, well the painting part anyway. In that last picture above, there is still yellow over the stove. I took this pic a couple days ago, my dad just painted behind the stove, fridge, and pantry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_0321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i659.photobucket.com/albums/uu317/britty55/100_0321.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad also decided to get a new floor. Tuesday, we went out looking for what kind of floor to get. Its either going to be wood, or something kinda like in the pic above. And, right now, while I'm talking to you, my dad and bro are ripping up the floor! I can't wait till this is all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. When we get everything finished, which could be awhile, I'll show ya'lls the finished product, new floor and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-6690771897982530685?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6690771897982530685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=6690771897982530685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/6690771897982530685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/6690771897982530685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2010/02/were-going-greenish.html' title='We&apos;re Going Green'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-7750677094125234585</id><published>2010-01-02T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:51:29.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>In Sunday School, Mrs.Young asked us to pick a saying for the year and at least one New Year's Resolution. We are going to write our resolutions down and put them in an envelope and seal it, then at the end of the year we are going to look at are resolutions we made and see if we kept them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, we went to church at noon to decorate the classroom. One wall says "Remember the Lord in 2010", and we built a stone wall, like the Lord often commanded His people to do. Just in case you were wondering, the rocks are made out of paper, Mrs.Young wouldn't have us bring in real rocks to make a stone wall in her classroom. ;) Some of the rocks we made pockets in, that is where we are going to put our envelopes. Another wall says "Motto's for 2010", and we are going to put are sayings on flowers that are also on that wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my resolutions is to read the Bible through. I have tried before, but some days I don't read my Bible, and don't feel like reading extra the next day. For Christmas, I got a One Year Bible, so I'm trying again this year. Also, another thing I want to work on this year is to have a servants heart, that will be challenging because I do the things I'm told, but I don't always do it with the right attitude. For the sayings, we could choose one of the sayings she gave us (most every Sunday she gives us a new one), or one that we got out of a book, or even a Bible verse. I thought I was all set with one, but I guess it's not the one God wanted me to have. He totally changed my mind. Psalm 118:24 popped into my head. So, I chose that one instead, which when I thought about it, is what I really need to work on. I need to rejoice in the day that the Lord made, instead of wishing that day was over. The last one is that I'm going to try to go without soda...this WHOLE year! What am I thinking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I don't have any pictures of the beautiful work that we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-7750677094125234585?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7750677094125234585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=7750677094125234585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7750677094125234585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7750677094125234585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-4454158161245699881</id><published>2009-12-14T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:13:49.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cookies</title><content type='html'>Saturday, two of my aunts, my grandma, my mom, and me made Christmas cookies. We started at 9:30 (in the morning) and ended around 4:30 (in the afternoon). We made 12 different kinds of cookies. Here are the pictures from the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/Syblyb57gOI/AAAAAAAAANM/XHxVHh4aeRQ/s1600-h/britts+pics007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/Syblyb57gOI/AAAAAAAAANM/XHxVHh4aeRQ/s320/britts+pics007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415268256606552290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblyBjBaQI/AAAAAAAAANE/Axv18oCURdQ/s1600-h/britts+pics008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblyBjBaQI/AAAAAAAAANE/Axv18oCURdQ/s320/britts+pics008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415268249531148546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblxwvFwVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WYp9AefBA6Q/s1600-h/britts+pics017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblxwvFwVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WYp9AefBA6Q/s320/britts+pics017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415268245018362194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblfrQ1uwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Hr4khYDJb5Q/s1600-h/britts+pics025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblfrQ1uwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Hr4khYDJb5Q/s320/britts+pics025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415267934311660290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblfcdAd4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/_r76L1GF-0U/s1600-h/britts+pics021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblfcdAd4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/_r76L1GF-0U/s320/britts+pics021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415267930336163714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off the morning by each of us mixing up a batch of cookies, so when they were all mixed they got put on the cookie sheets to wait their turn to get into the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblfLut5cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rCYFITmCwdU/s1600-h/britts+pics015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblfLut5cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rCYFITmCwdU/s320/britts+pics015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415267925847041474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1 we stopped for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SybleyzwHaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/suu-9LKuU3Q/s1600-h/britts+pics014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SybleyzwHaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/suu-9LKuU3Q/s320/britts+pics014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415267919157271970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys offered to taste the cookies for us to make sure they weren't poisonous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SybleyHC8SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/m-rWLwgnqqo/s1600-h/britts+pics013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SybleyHC8SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/m-rWLwgnqqo/s320/britts+pics013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415267918969762082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my grandma's jobs every year is to unwrap hersey kisses for peanutbutter blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblGJVQMRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Iaq-q1TWHP0/s1600-h/britts+pics016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblGJVQMRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Iaq-q1TWHP0/s320/britts+pics016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415267495706636562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Sierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblGPaTq4I/AAAAAAAAAME/CBQmzJiCgWc/s1600-h/britts+pics024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblGPaTq4I/AAAAAAAAAME/CBQmzJiCgWc/s320/britts+pics024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415267497338448770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumm!! My favorite kind of cookie is caramel delights! Even the name sounds wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblFWYQUnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/aeRFxohu2cw/s1600-h/britts+pics011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblFWYQUnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/aeRFxohu2cw/s320/britts+pics011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415267482029019762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblFF_E66I/AAAAAAAAAL0/5WJsS-iaFVY/s1600-h/britts+pics022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblFF_E66I/AAAAAAAAAL0/5WJsS-iaFVY/s320/britts+pics022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415267477628447650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblE59zWdI/AAAAAAAAALs/byKIkKJIYLY/s1600-h/britts+pics029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SyblE59zWdI/AAAAAAAAALs/byKIkKJIYLY/s320/britts+pics029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415267474401876434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, we had run out of room for the cookies to go. Some were in my parents room, and the table was full of them. All the cookies were split between both my aunts and my mom. No, we didn't keep all of them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/Syblyuq8mgI/AAAAAAAAANU/LOxI2-TYI48/s1600-h/britts+pics009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/Syblyuq8mgI/AAAAAAAAANU/LOxI2-TYI48/s320/britts+pics009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415268261643983362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it, but yes I am related to these people. I am glad that I am totally normal, and not weird at all. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-4454158161245699881?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/4454158161245699881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=4454158161245699881&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/4454158161245699881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/4454158161245699881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='Christmas Cookies'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/Syblyb57gOI/AAAAAAAAANM/XHxVHh4aeRQ/s72-c/britts+pics007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-6806476864788625289</id><published>2009-11-16T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:09:46.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Hut!</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday the whole school went to Pizza Hut for Bro.Cialini's last day being teacher. We had to work in the morning till 11 then we all got ready to go. On the way there the four older girls rode with both Mrs.Brown's, and then on the way back we rode with Mrs.Cialini. Mrs.Cialini surprised us she said that she didn't think she could make it, but she did, I was soo happy! I didn't get a lot of pics but I got a few of the people I was sitting with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIAqWBeJTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fUdTX65B4zY/s1600/britts+pics002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404883230264272178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIAqWBeJTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fUdTX65B4zY/s320/britts+pics002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On the way there Hannah wanted a pic of me so I took one of her (at the same time) just in case you didn't know. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIBYTOZH6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aoq8QiRkNxw/s1600/britts+pics015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404884019787145122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIBYTOZH6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/aoq8QiRkNxw/s320/britts+pics015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Joey so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIBQL-RtSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/LR-NkG5Kki4/s1600/britts+pics013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404883880401548578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIBQL-RtSI/AAAAAAAAAIc/LR-NkG5Kki4/s320/britts+pics013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah had to sit in a booster seat. I was sitting right next to her so I couldn't get all of her, but you get the idea, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIBP1C65aI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ro-vRYfi00Y/s1600/britts+pics009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404883874247009698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIBP1C65aI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ro-vRYfi00Y/s320/britts+pics009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, how sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIBPpo5_dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/52ucwlYKlLs/s1600/britts+pics008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404883871185108434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIBPpo5_dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/52ucwlYKlLs/s320/britts+pics008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIBPb89WcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qzOEi1XYr5Y/s1600/britts+pics007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404883867511118274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIBPb89WcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qzOEi1XYr5Y/s320/britts+pics007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Cialini wanted to try a piece of Hannah's, so she was cutting a piece of. She concentrates really really hard on what she is doing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIArZ6-owI/AAAAAAAAAH8/F5Yu9r7BQyE/s1600/britts+pics006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404883248490652418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIArZ6-owI/AAAAAAAAAH8/F5Yu9r7BQyE/s320/britts+pics006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! Hannah's got a big mouth, but don't tell her I said that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIArKF1vyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3T4DYVr781E/s1600/britts+pics005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404883244241239842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIArKF1vyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3T4DYVr781E/s320/britts+pics005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIAq8sWrvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PKt9c2jVOHE/s1600/britts+pics004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404883240644685554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIAq8sWrvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PKt9c2jVOHE/s320/britts+pics004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah was trying to hide behind her half a piece of pizza. She is soo weird I'm very glad that I'm not like that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIAqu7BpRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/877htLI4JIE/s1600/britts+pics003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404883236948124946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIAqu7BpRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/877htLI4JIE/s320/britts+pics003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is again concentrating very hard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIBQdedd0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/HBczFtMPESc/s1600/britts+pics016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404883885099939650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIBQdedd0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/HBczFtMPESc/s320/britts+pics016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to school we all went down to the gym. We played wally ball, which is like volley ball but different (hehe I hope that helps), but while we were waiting for the net to be set up we played a good old fashioned game of 8 square (the same as 4 square with more squares). ;) Then because Bro.Cialini is soo nice he didn't give anyone any homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-6806476864788625289?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/6806476864788625289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=6806476864788625289&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/6806476864788625289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/6806476864788625289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2009/11/pizza-hut.html' title='Pizza Hut!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SwIAqWBeJTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fUdTX65B4zY/s72-c/britts+pics002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-9108201470287134416</id><published>2009-11-09T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:43:21.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day!</title><content type='html'>Today at school was sports paraphernalia day. We got to wear sports apparel, like hats and jerseys, and we also got to wear denim and sneakers, and we could chew bubble gum during class. I only ended up wearing a New York Yankees hat and I wore the Yankees colors. I was planing on bringing my camera to school today, but I totally forgot. There were plenty of outfits that I wanted to take pictures of. I was very mad when I realized that I didn't put it in my bag this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/Svh7zk9QJJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0i1TojZqYrA/s1600-h/britts+pics006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/Svh7zk9QJJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0i1TojZqYrA/s320/britts+pics006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402203879055041682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hat that I wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoons when we get picked up from school we have to go to Marion High School, and then from there we go onto different buses and are taken home. So on our way to the high school, Hannah dared me to wear my hat backwards when I got off the bus and keep it like that until I got home. Of course I would do that! But it wasn't just me, all of us that had brought hats ended up wearing them like that. I don't know about everyone else but I got a lot of weird looks. When I got on my bus everyone was staring at me with those same weird looks. Do you believe that any one would look at me weird? I am one of the most normal people that you will ever meet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Bro.Cialini's last day being our teacher. :( He is going to be moving down to Humphrey this week. So being his last day tomorrow the whole school gets to go to Pizza Hut for lunch, and I plan on taking pictures, I already put my camera in my bag. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-9108201470287134416?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/9108201470287134416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=9108201470287134416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/9108201470287134416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/9108201470287134416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2009/11/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/Svh7zk9QJJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0i1TojZqYrA/s72-c/britts+pics006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-1756088388296325973</id><published>2009-10-22T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:35:55.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Me</title><content type='html'>Look at that, I was making sloppy joe pizza for dinner tonight and I burnt my hand! I was taking the pizza out and hit the side of the pan. I didn't even realize I did it because it didn't hurt and still doesn't. I must be really tough. ;) So, don't you feel bad for me? Maybe I should lie and say, oh, ouch, it hurts really really bad, so you will feel bad for me. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SuD2O317iGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KWPTdPiKY3Y/s1600-h/britts+pics001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SuD2O317iGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KWPTdPiKY3Y/s320/britts+pics001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395583088958605410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-1756088388296325973?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/1756088388296325973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=1756088388296325973&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1756088388296325973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/1756088388296325973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2009/10/poor-me.html' title='Poor Me'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SuD2O317iGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KWPTdPiKY3Y/s72-c/britts+pics001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-5902635900340519343</id><published>2009-10-13T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:46:42.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Busy Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Well it all started Friday afternoon. My mom has been sick for a couple of weeks now, it first started out as a cold, and then turned into bronchitis. She went to the doctors, and they told her that she needed to go to the ER.So she came back home and my Aunt came and brought my mom and me to the ER, it was about 4:30 when we got there. My dad and brother had left that afternoon to go up north for the weekend. It takes four in a half hours to get up there they were about 10 minutes away and they turned around and came back because my mom was going to be admitted. So what is normally like 4 hours turned into an 8 hour trip. I went to the Secores house to spend the night so I would still be able to go down to Bro. Cialini's church and help hang door hangers. Then Saturday I was gone all day down to Humphrey and my dad and brother spent most of the day at the hospital with my mom. Saturday when we got home from Humphrey I went back to the Secores house and spent the night again. Sunday I went with Vicki on the bus route. After morning service we went back on the bus and went to the Senecals where they gave rides on the lift to all the bus kids.After all the kids got dropped off, I went and spent the afternoon with the Senecals. Mrs. Senecal took Elisabeth and me to the hospital to visit my mom. She was looking alot better Sunday then Saturday. Sunday night I spent the night at the Senecals and spent all day Monday with them, since I didn't have any school. Last night my mom came home, and still wasn't feeling well. She was having more chest pain and having some trouble breathing, so my dad brought her back to the hospital. They are keeping her over night again tonight to keep an eye on her. I forgot to mention what she has, she has pneumonia. It was very nice to be able to sleep in my own bed last night, since i hadn't all weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/StTkXguHqMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rJ6V8xm1M00/s1600-h/britts+pics006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/StTkXguHqMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rJ6V8xm1M00/s320/britts+pics006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185746440825026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/StTkXPWWbnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hOlSnKA3ng0/s1600-h/britts+pics007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/StTkXPWWbnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hOlSnKA3ng0/s320/britts+pics007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185741777727090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't those flowers gorgeous, my mom really enjoyed them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-5902635900340519343?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/5902635900340519343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=5902635900340519343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5902635900340519343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/5902635900340519343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-busy-weekend.html' title='What a Busy Weekend!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/StTkXguHqMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rJ6V8xm1M00/s72-c/britts+pics006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-7008494386278204438</id><published>2009-10-03T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:09:02.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Applesauce at the Charland's House</title><content type='html'>Today, Hannah, Bethany, Vicki, and I went to the Charlands to help Mrs. Charland make applesauce. Hannah, Beth, and I were the first ones there, Vicki came later after soul winning. We were peeling and cutting apples and cutting and peeling apples more! It was loads of fun, well kinda. ;) One of us would take care of the kids and the other three would work. Mrs.Charland was the full time cooker and caner. When she could, she helped us cut or peel the apples. We had 2 more grocery bags left full of apples, but she said she would finish them another day. We took many breaks but did get a lot accomplished. It seemed like there should be thousands of cans of applesauce, I don't know how much we got done but I do know that there should have been more. :) Working with a knife all day you would think I would have cut fingers off or been at the emergency room, but I only got cut twice and only one of them bled. But those are the only injuries I attained today. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsfSZ-NOoSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_47CFfb1dGM/s1600-h/britts+pics010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsfSZ-NOoSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_47CFfb1dGM/s320/britts+pics010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388506822809133346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany was putting together the thingy that mushed up the apples I have no idea what it is called, although I asked a bunch of times today. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsfSaPHXVkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LTameXwcAGg/s1600-h/britts+pics011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsfSaPHXVkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LTameXwcAGg/s320/britts+pics011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388506827347940930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the messy table, but this was only at the beginning of the day. You should have seen it by the end of the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsfSa7SiX-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5lg3nHT3I8Q/s1600-h/britts+pics013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsfSa7SiX-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5lg3nHT3I8Q/s320/britts+pics013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388506839205961698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah was taste testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsfSanj6ANI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KDmYWypK2KI/s1600-h/britts+pics012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsfSanj6ANI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KDmYWypK2KI/s320/britts+pics012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388506833910104274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth stirring apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Elisabeth I didn't take very many pics, but Mrs.Charland had us hard at work. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-7008494386278204438?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7008494386278204438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=7008494386278204438&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7008494386278204438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7008494386278204438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2009/10/making-applesauce-at-charlands-house.html' title='Making Applesauce at the Charland&apos;s House'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsfSZ-NOoSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_47CFfb1dGM/s72-c/britts+pics010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-7549835345312332650</id><published>2009-10-02T15:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:37:39.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>Lately, when I've been outside waiting for the bus early in the morning, it's been dark, cloudy, and very cold. This morning it was still cold but I could actually see the sunrise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsZO-IpAZmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vlZw3Rkv1yI/s1600-h/yo+there+mine+duh!+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsZO-IpAZmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vlZw3Rkv1yI/s320/yo+there+mine+duh!+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388080833573709410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to school, I took a Bible quiz since it's Friday, and did school work. I got done with all my work by 11:00 and then helped fold bulletins. After lunch Hannah, Brianna, Katelyn, and me cleaned the lunch room and set it up for Sunday. Katelyn went back to the class but Hannah, Bri, and me stayed in the lunch room and played Scrabble, Abbey came in later and took Bri's place. Oh by the way just in case you were wondering I won Scrabble, Bri and Abbey came in second, I won't tell you who came in last place but her name rhymes with banana. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsZRvUoDJcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bpyjEdkXFdY/s1600-h/britts+pics001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsZRvUoDJcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bpyjEdkXFdY/s320/britts+pics001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388083877627766210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsZTdQzvF4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/bAwFkkdteHo/s1600-h/britts+pics002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsZTdQzvF4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/bAwFkkdteHo/s320/britts+pics002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388085766388651906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me very deep in concentration looking words up in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsZXTvtm77I/AAAAAAAAAE8/3AtWw11uj_4/s1600-h/britts+pics012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsZXTvtm77I/AAAAAAAAAE8/3AtWw11uj_4/s320/britts+pics012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388090000932270002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah wouldn't let me take a picture of her, this is the best I could get. Maybe she was too embarrassed that she lost. oops! Was that out loud? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsZYmGK2GgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TggNATRlA2c/s1600-h/britts+pics004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsZYmGK2GgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TggNATRlA2c/s320/britts+pics004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388091415709751810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me in the background, I was trying to figure out a word. It's my thinking face. :)&lt;br /&gt;The little girl in the front is cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-7549835345312332650?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7549835345312332650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=7549835345312332650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7549835345312332650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7549835345312332650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-another-day_02.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsZO-IpAZmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vlZw3Rkv1yI/s72-c/yo+there+mine+duh!+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-7671027010851611007</id><published>2009-09-28T14:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:33:07.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip</title><content type='html'>Today was a field trip to Watkins Glen, it was fun. It seemed like it took a very loooong time to get there, but it was only an hour and a half. On the way there we seen Europe. Bro.Cialini said that the land on the other side of the water was Europe, you can kinda see Europe in the picture below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEK90AlgoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QE0t2Ne3ynY/s1600-h/britts+pics002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEK90AlgoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QE0t2Ne3ynY/s320/britts+pics002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386598686361223810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got there, and we all used the bathroom, we started walking on the trails. It was only sprinkling at that time. Here are some pics... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsETZ1kouDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CXOsokUnumE/s1600-h/britts+pics018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsETZ1kouDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CXOsokUnumE/s320/britts+pics018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386607963910223922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsESD76DzbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o0_i9oG52Pg/s1600-h/britts+pics017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsESD76DzbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o0_i9oG52Pg/s320/britts+pics017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386606488141942194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEPvdj8MsI/AAAAAAAAABk/84iNLftSNIc/s1600-h/britts+pics008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEPvdj8MsI/AAAAAAAAABk/84iNLftSNIc/s320/britts+pics008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386603937375466178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEPunscatI/AAAAAAAAABU/JqmbWRPRNLA/s1600-h/britts+pics006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEPunscatI/AAAAAAAAABU/JqmbWRPRNLA/s320/britts+pics006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386603922915617490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEPuexDjqI/AAAAAAAAABM/HPmXpCZtekY/s1600-h/britts+pics005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEPuexDjqI/AAAAAAAAABM/HPmXpCZtekY/s320/britts+pics005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386603920519040674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEPt6xzN4I/AAAAAAAAABE/J5RZIouZ768/s1600-h/britts+pics004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEPt6xzN4I/AAAAAAAAABE/J5RZIouZ768/s320/britts+pics004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386603910858487682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us about an hour to climb up it, and when we were about 5 minutes away from the end it started down pouring. We were all soaked! It was only 10:30, so we ate a little bit for snack and around 11:00 we left. We got back to school around 12:30 and we went out back to play, until it started getting really windy and then started raining. Here are some pics from playing out back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEYiRNEBqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aIvDOLA3krU/s1600-h/britts+pics030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEYiRNEBqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aIvDOLA3krU/s320/britts+pics030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386613606324635298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEYiP18iaI/AAAAAAAAADs/9cNSqYo5iz0/s1600-h/britts+pics027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEYiP18iaI/AAAAAAAAADs/9cNSqYo5iz0/s320/britts+pics027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386613605959240098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEYhgTDWhI/AAAAAAAAADk/NyfmiYOAIdo/s1600-h/britts+pics029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEYhgTDWhI/AAAAAAAAADk/NyfmiYOAIdo/s320/britts+pics029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386613593196419602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we went back inside we played some games until it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-7671027010851611007?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/7671027010851611007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=7671027010851611007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7671027010851611007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/7671027010851611007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2009/09/field-trip.html' title='Field Trip'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/SsEK90AlgoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QE0t2Ne3ynY/s72-c/britts+pics002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-305014749048406729</id><published>2009-09-27T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:15:45.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Black River</title><content type='html'>Yesterday about 15 people went up to Black River, to help Bro.Young hang door hangers. We left the church around 7:00 and got up to Bro. Young's church around 9:30. On the way up Bro. Senecal drove the teen girls in the big white van. He said it was a very long ride! There were five teen girls that went, Hannah, Bethany, Paige, Vicki, and me. Vicki was trying to go to sleep but we weren't letting her. We were jumping on her and tickling her the last half of the way up to keep her awake, aren't we such nice friends! When we got to the church we had to wait for some other people to get there that are from Bro.Young's church, they were getting there at ten. The room where we were meeting in was very very slippery. So are entertainment, while we were waiting, was watching Elisha slip and slide across the floor. After everyone got there we got assigned to where we needed to go, Bro.Young read some verses and off we went. We went out door hanging for about two hours, then everyone met at McDonald's for lunch. After lunch we made are way back home, but this time the three teen guys were with us, Jacob, Joe, and Zack. It was nap time on the way back, well only for one person, Vicki. Well thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/Sr_-abDTHTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HqFXzrnrK48/s1600-h/yo+there+mine+duh!+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/Sr_-abDTHTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HqFXzrnrK48/s320/yo+there+mine+duh!+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386303409250049330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-305014749048406729?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/305014749048406729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=305014749048406729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/305014749048406729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/305014749048406729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-black-river.html' title='Trip to Black River'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TPDOM51Kz44/Sr_-abDTHTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HqFXzrnrK48/s72-c/yo+there+mine+duh!+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301703888220870023.post-8375519787248148373</id><published>2009-09-23T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:06:55.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First One</title><content type='html'>This is like my first post. I know I know I state the obvious but everyone knows that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301703888220870023-8375519787248148373?l=brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/8375519787248148373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3301703888220870023&amp;postID=8375519787248148373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/8375519787248148373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301703888220870023/posts/default/8375519787248148373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittany-whatitis.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-one.html' title='First One'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12204438197265910741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6APeSGvxoM/TbXUlyzhCOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_dT3_nod9Q8/s220/101_0887.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
