<?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-1781800476492233778</id><updated>2012-02-12T21:52:48.149-08:00</updated><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/SlDCUh67uZI/AAAAAAAAADo/aysJEouBVTk/s320/IMG_2190.jpg'/><title type='text'>blackbird</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-887743371268282649</id><published>2012-02-12T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T11:12:25.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Annual Valentines Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Valentines Day for me usually means tons of chocolate and the one day of the year I wear my pink shirt. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(not a fan of the color...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;growing up i only owned one pink shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i95-D1qTiKo/TzgM8dxiZPI/AAAAAAAABcA/qcXQQv0nauE/s1600/4th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i95-D1qTiKo/TzgM8dxiZPI/AAAAAAAABcA/qcXQQv0nauE/s640/4th.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our senior of high school, me and my best girl friends dressed up in our best &lt;i&gt;tea party attire&lt;/i&gt; and went out to lunch at the Sugar Bowl in Scottsdale, AZ. We had such a great time that we decided to make it an annual tradition. Because Valentines Day is on tuesday, we decided to have our 'Tea Party' yesterday. This year we invited more friends to join our tradition, making it a giant party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I've always loved getting dressed up all vintage. I'm a sucker for all thing vintage, honestly. Half of my closet is from Antique or Vintage stores. I love love love it. So i really enjoyed getting all dressed up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This year we went to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Mimi's Cafe&lt;/i&gt;, a cute place with delicious food and the best bran muffin i've ever tasted. I &lt;i&gt;highly&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;recommend&amp;nbsp;it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeiRjr_jWq0/TzgM1YdqIOI/AAAAAAAABbY/18SU0syYKRE/s1600/4th-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeiRjr_jWq0/TzgM1YdqIOI/AAAAAAAABbY/18SU0syYKRE/s640/4th-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAP1UGIbj30/TzgM2yf4cGI/AAAAAAAABbg/bBFcdzZr4eU/s1600/4th-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAP1UGIbj30/TzgM2yf4cGI/AAAAAAAABbg/bBFcdzZr4eU/s640/4th-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QwxZr4Ub3ZQ/TzgM4dkKn1I/AAAAAAAABbo/6Uxf6xk3h6Y/s1600/4th-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QwxZr4Ub3ZQ/TzgM4dkKn1I/AAAAAAAABbo/6Uxf6xk3h6Y/s640/4th-4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f3qWSrbqY-s/TzgM5wlaJ3I/AAAAAAAABbw/TRSvpkEprdE/s1600/4th-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f3qWSrbqY-s/TzgM5wlaJ3I/AAAAAAAABbw/TRSvpkEprdE/s640/4th-5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentines Day is for the lovers. We all know that. I don't have a significant other, but that doesn't mean I'm a valentines scrooge! Valentines is just another reason to tell people you care about that you love them! I think it's great.&amp;nbsp;I'll admit, i do miss making those freaking sick little mailboxes out of old shoe boxes, and setting them on the end of my desk in grade school. Just sitting back and watching the love pour in, along with tons of chocolate. So simple, so awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pWEHWZIfh7M/TzgM7XPCYGI/AAAAAAAABb4/VNFj3bUAuZw/s1600/4th-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pWEHWZIfh7M/TzgM7XPCYGI/AAAAAAAABb4/VNFj3bUAuZw/s640/4th-6.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone's asking me what my Valentines Day plans are. Well, It's a tuesday night, so i know for a FACT i'll be at Turbo Kickboxing. After that, who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are &lt;i&gt;YOUR&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt; plans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-887743371268282649?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/887743371268282649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=887743371268282649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/887743371268282649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/887743371268282649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2012/02/4th-annual-valentines-tea-party.html' title='4th Annual Valentines Tea Party'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i95-D1qTiKo/TzgM8dxiZPI/AAAAAAAABcA/qcXQQv0nauE/s72-c/4th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-5790460055695199060</id><published>2012-02-09T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T16:08:47.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food &amp; Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All my friends know that I love to feed people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We joke around a little about how it's my &lt;i&gt;love language&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every once in a while I'll invite all my friends over for a big Sunday dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite things to make is this Chicken Enchilada Soup that you eat with Cheese Crisps. It's soo easy and especially delicious! Don't believe me? Ask my friends. Or better yet, try it yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chicken Enchilada Soup:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You'll Need:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 can Chicken Broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 8oz block of Cream Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 large cans of GREEN mild chili enchilada sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 C Half &amp;amp; Half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 1/2 C Minute Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 can drained corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 can dices green chiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. In a sauce pan on &lt;i&gt;low&lt;/i&gt;, melt cream cheese and chicken broth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Cook and shred chicken and place aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Combine other ingredients in soup kettle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Once rice is soft, add chicken &amp;amp; stir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Serve with Cheese Crisps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And of course, enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TRqwd5K6K78/TzReM_2Jt-I/AAAAAAAABaM/7r1Pm0W9SBQ/s1600/DSC00789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TRqwd5K6K78/TzReM_2Jt-I/AAAAAAAABaM/7r1Pm0W9SBQ/s640/DSC00789.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbJfnq8mmFk/TzReTxYucDI/AAAAAAAABaU/fu1ZAq3fE7Y/s1600/DSC00794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbJfnq8mmFk/TzReTxYucDI/AAAAAAAABaU/fu1ZAq3fE7Y/s640/DSC00794.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Friends'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TRqwd5K6K78/TzReM_2Jt-I/AAAAAAAABaM/7r1Pm0W9SBQ/s72-c/DSC00789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-1454117095086001329</id><published>2012-02-04T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T11:27:07.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Miss McKenna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my newest friends Miss McKenna Ballard has easily become one of my favorite people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all love her. If you met her, you'd see why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night we celebrated her 19th birthday! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(yeah she's a freshhy..we still love her!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; We all went to Slab Pizza, ate, cut cake, and it was a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besides me losing $20 i had in my back pocket, it was an overall great great night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(i'm sure the person who found it probably needs it more than i do.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ai0aw8CZK0/Ty2EdmUoblI/AAAAAAAABY0/kqFeFjsYG1U/s1600/kenna+b+day-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ai0aw8CZK0/Ty2EdmUoblI/AAAAAAAABY0/kqFeFjsYG1U/s640/kenna+b+day-5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r8_-k2r-QnM/Ty2EfVssMvI/AAAAAAAABY8/oywoxITz1Io/s1600/kenna+b+day-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r8_-k2r-QnM/Ty2EfVssMvI/AAAAAAAABY8/oywoxITz1Io/s640/kenna+b+day-6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Birthday Girl!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cuuwkKIwC_Y/Ty2EW6EZIGI/AAAAAAAABYc/8RtoQ_xRtuE/s1600/kenna+b+day-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cuuwkKIwC_Y/Ty2EW6EZIGI/AAAAAAAABYc/8RtoQ_xRtuE/s640/kenna+b+day-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJDd3cAdXwY/Ty2EcX8aIrI/AAAAAAAABYs/rtw5mxhKmmI/s1600/kenna+b+day-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJDd3cAdXwY/Ty2EcX8aIrI/AAAAAAAABYs/rtw5mxhKmmI/s400/kenna+b+day-4.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4M6g4fnYW0E/Ty2EhF8Of1I/AAAAAAAABZE/Hy6mq2MfYhI/s1600/kenna+b+day-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4M6g4fnYW0E/Ty2EhF8Of1I/AAAAAAAABZE/Hy6mq2MfYhI/s400/kenna+b+day-7.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We hired some part-time models for the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MT-bnp0cxQ/Ty2EnWOUx1I/AAAAAAAABZk/DbM_ghrRbDE/s1600/kenna+b+day-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MT-bnp0cxQ/Ty2EnWOUx1I/AAAAAAAABZk/DbM_ghrRbDE/s640/kenna+b+day-11.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJiDK7W-SIU/Ty2EiSV_myI/AAAAAAAABZM/qB9skj5HIl0/s1600/kenna+b+day-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJiDK7W-SIU/Ty2EiSV_myI/AAAAAAAABZM/qB9skj5HIl0/s640/kenna+b+day-8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Cake!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEZ96QfPuEk/Ty2EkCwTPgI/AAAAAAAABZU/I4LUlauXHlA/s1600/kenna+b+day-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEZ96QfPuEk/Ty2EkCwTPgI/AAAAAAAABZU/I4LUlauXHlA/s640/kenna+b+day-9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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It's not even finals week. &lt;i&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;what the...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had classes and then spent about 4 hours straight studying for my Stats 121 test.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;note: I knew next to nothing about statistics this morning, and in just those 4 hours, i learned enough to get me a 94% on the test! go me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When i was walking through the freezing rain to the testing center,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(i guess technically if it were freezing it would be snow, but you get my point)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i got to thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just started thinking about how much i love school. I mean honestly, i love school! There i was, making the dreaded walk across campus to the testing center, late at night, in rain, on a freezing cold night. And that's all i could think about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love learning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love meeting interesting people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love staying up late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the challenge of tests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love all my friends, &lt;i&gt;who are pretty much my second family up here&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the reality of it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love playing tricks on strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love living on my own&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the big leaps in life I'm forced to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the stresses and the rush of trying to accomplish things that seem to be impossible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love exploring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love learning more about myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love developing relationships with people than i know will last forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then i started thinking about a &lt;a href="http://www.brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-in-utah.html"&gt;couple years ago&lt;/a&gt; year, when i hated it here! Yep, i said it. I really really disliked everything about this place. I couldn't stand Provo! And truthfully, BYU wasn't my favorite school. I had planned on transferring to ASU after my freshman year, but something just kept me here. Whatever it was, I'm glad it did. I'm so glad I've had the experiences i've had and I've met the people who i surround myself with! I've grown an incredible amount over the past few years, and i wouldn't give any of this up. I love it. I'm exactly where i should be, doing exactly what I should be doing, and it's a great feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay let me just leave you with something hilarious. Some of our friends posted fliers around the 5th floor of the library for another friend to get a date for valentines day as a joke. Legit. They've been there for a few days now, and it seriously makes my life. Poor Hilary, but thank goodness we've all got great senses of humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR3_ChJ19Xw/Tyo6BhF7u6I/AAAAAAAABYU/TgOII7daNyE/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR3_ChJ19Xw/Tyo6BhF7u6I/AAAAAAAABYU/TgOII7daNyE/s640/photo.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-381665017062008942?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/381665017062008942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=381665017062008942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/381665017062008942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/381665017062008942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2012/02/for-love-of-it.html' title='For the Love of It.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zR3_ChJ19Xw/Tyo6BhF7u6I/AAAAAAAABYU/TgOII7daNyE/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-6728988884168123782</id><published>2012-01-24T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:51:59.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures With Miss Natalie Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time I'm with Natalie, we are on some kind of adventure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first time i ever hung out with her, we drove up to northern AZ to go to some random guy's mission homecoming. Not only this, but we just slept on his couch, and i met him the next morning. Cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now he's one of my great friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy how things happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's lived up here in Utah all year and we hadn't gone on very many adventures, so one day she texted me and we went for a cool drive out to this place i love!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's an amazing photographer, hence the super neat pictures.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. here's her site:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://natuhlee.com/"&gt;http://natuhlee.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoNtmMpRc5k/Tx9GTcxHHAI/AAAAAAAABXI/Blu2Wapu2Aw/s1600/325769_10150501305127568_648202567_9026895_191247005_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoNtmMpRc5k/Tx9GTcxHHAI/AAAAAAAABXI/Blu2Wapu2Aw/s640/325769_10150501305127568_648202567_9026895_191247005_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-774ueCOBsX0/Tx9GUUiUzdI/AAAAAAAABXQ/Owea2_5DcGo/s1600/329947_10150501305257568_648202567_9026898_963854070_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-774ueCOBsX0/Tx9GUUiUzdI/AAAAAAAABXQ/Owea2_5DcGo/s640/329947_10150501305257568_648202567_9026898_963854070_o.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1L8puc22pg/Tx9GVfCm24I/AAAAAAAABXY/Yd7n79bZUlM/s1600/330986_10150501304887568_648202567_9026891_613610518_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1L8puc22pg/Tx9GVfCm24I/AAAAAAAABXY/Yd7n79bZUlM/s640/330986_10150501304887568_648202567_9026891_613610518_o.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BmZIP1sXlFQ/Tx9GWB8XF_I/AAAAAAAABXg/dvh_xWovQNw/s1600/341185_10150501305377568_648202567_9026899_1259495357_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BmZIP1sXlFQ/Tx9GWB8XF_I/AAAAAAAABXg/dvh_xWovQNw/s640/341185_10150501305377568_648202567_9026899_1259495357_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBRna9qTNkc/Tx9GXWWgPaI/AAAAAAAABXw/YtdZG9Y4JrI/s1600/407445_10150501306302568_648202567_9026906_390769002_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBRna9qTNkc/Tx9GXWWgPaI/AAAAAAAABXw/YtdZG9Y4JrI/s640/407445_10150501306302568_648202567_9026906_390769002_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKXMjk1KCg4/Tx9GWvCOhJI/AAAAAAAABXo/BtSk10KGamw/s1600/395197_10150501305937568_648202567_9026903_95311670_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKXMjk1KCg4/Tx9GWvCOhJI/AAAAAAAABXo/BtSk10KGamw/s640/395197_10150501305937568_648202567_9026903_95311670_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to make everything i do an adventure, but I'm looking for more activities. I want to experience everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't get enough of the world around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I'm reading about this Whole Foods Detox thing, and I'm really considering doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIodwDWON5c/Tx97i3I3-wI/AAAAAAAABYE/fU_TOZUZIHk/s1600/compimg1_breakfast_wk1_vert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIodwDWON5c/Tx97i3I3-wI/AAAAAAAABYE/fU_TOZUZIHk/s1600/compimg1_breakfast_wk1_vert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-6728988884168123782?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6728988884168123782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=6728988884168123782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6728988884168123782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6728988884168123782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2012/01/adventures-with-miss-natalie-wall.html' title='Adventures With Miss Natalie Wall'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AoNtmMpRc5k/Tx9GTcxHHAI/AAAAAAAABXI/Blu2Wapu2Aw/s72-c/325769_10150501305127568_648202567_9026895_191247005_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-3149758609357475651</id><published>2012-01-17T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:29:28.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in the Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, technically, if you tally up the good and the bad things that happen to me, there are quite a few on the 'bummer' side lately... but you know what, my life is GREAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few things that have have just been making me so incredible happy lately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because i document my life daily using social media, thats probably where i'll be stealing these things from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Maxwell Pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't know what it is, but this boy makes me happy. I think we're on the same brain wave length.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'd post videos but 1. they're on facebook and i don't know how to get them off and 2. he'd probably kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. New Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I spend my MLK Day discovering new music, and here are a few of the treasures i think are definite keepers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F4893650&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=bfbfbf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F4893650&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=bfbfbf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;   &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/xemper/grouplove-colours"&gt;Grouplove - Colours&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/xemper"&gt;xemper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F27289450&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=ff7700"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F27289450&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=ff7700" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;   &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/engininja/san-cisco-awkward"&gt;San Cisco - Awkward&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/engininja"&gt;engininja&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F14954169&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=bfbfbf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F14954169&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=bfbfbf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;   &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/cristinablack/bizness-tune-yards"&gt;BIZNESS Tune Yards&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/cristinablack"&gt;CristinaBlack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. My iPhone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay can we get real for a sec? These things are amazing. I'm always running around like a busy ant doing things, and without my iPhone I think i'd be totally inept.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. Chocolate Covered Almonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this happened in less than 48 hours:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwmkjlJc8D0/TxZj1YDhpiI/AAAAAAAABXA/2vowQY6GXYI/s1600/IMG_1487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwmkjlJc8D0/TxZj1YDhpiI/AAAAAAAABXA/2vowQY6GXYI/s400/IMG_1487.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. New Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I love how spontaneous my friend can be. They're the work hard-play hard type. Saturday night we quickly put together an Iron Chef Dessert Night. Everyone was running between the two apartments for about an hour in complete chaos before we had the final judging. Here's a video of how it went down. Also, I've met so so so many people this week. My friends are social butterflies, which gives me the opportunity to meet so many great people!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tKdfMj2fL-0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-3149758609357475651?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3149758609357475651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=3149758609357475651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3149758609357475651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3149758609357475651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2012/01/beauty-in-chaos.html' title='Beauty in the Chaos'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwmkjlJc8D0/TxZj1YDhpiI/AAAAAAAABXA/2vowQY6GXYI/s72-c/IMG_1487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-803738655079640690</id><published>2012-01-14T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T08:50:26.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold's Gym Getup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you who don't follow me on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, etc..., this is what you missed out on earlier this week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't even believe this is real life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;People seriously amaze me every day of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vh9yr_a4v4Q/TxGvaEECt6I/AAAAAAAABVg/vg7pBmhWy_Q/s1600/1b2348b03d3a11e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vh9yr_a4v4Q/TxGvaEECt6I/AAAAAAAABVg/vg7pBmhWy_Q/s400/1b2348b03d3a11e180c9123138016265_7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a well-known fact that i like to 'observe' people. I just think it's so interesting to see what people do, and analyze it to try to figure out why they did that thing.&lt;br /&gt;And i just think other people are interesting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been tryin to hit the gym extra hard this week, tryin to hit one of my goals. (no, it wasn't a new-years resolution to go to the gym everyday, i already do that...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also tried to eat healthier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: 'yeah i think i'm gonna start making spinach smoothies! It can't be that hard, just put some fruit and ice and some coconut milk in a a blender and BAM!'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yeahhhh about that...sickest thing i've ever tasted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drank the whole thing anyway though. (poor college student, can't afford to waste)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinach smoothie FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if any of you have any recipes or ideas of healthy spinach smoothies that you love, or any healthy things, i'd love to hear from you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-803738655079640690?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/803738655079640690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=803738655079640690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/803738655079640690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/803738655079640690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2012/01/golds-gym-getup.html' title='Gold&apos;s Gym Getup'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vh9yr_a4v4Q/TxGvaEECt6I/AAAAAAAABVg/vg7pBmhWy_Q/s72-c/1b2348b03d3a11e180c9123138016265_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-4449359785569651683</id><published>2012-01-10T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:02:40.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah you've probably noticed i've changed the name of my blog. I did it for a few different reasons. if you really want to know, i guess you could shoot me an email or something haha brookelebaron@msn.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some of the jams that are getting me through this hectic week. enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PAIEI1t8GeY" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;this is a clip from the movie. I have the one off iTunes and i'm obsessed with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TdN5GyTl8K0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I usually am not a Jason fan, but this song is great! No official video yet so this works i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ahha3Cqe_fk" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Katy Perry puts one of my biggest fears into a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fyMhvkC3A84" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;All around obsessed with this song. The album is incredible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dX3k_QDnzHE" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;okay COOLEST video ever, right!? and this song will be stuck in your head for daysssssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b3HeLs8Yosw" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;don't make fun, i actually love this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FQLGhPHzxjc" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Okay this is an acoustic version of the song, which TOTALLY doesn't give it justice. But the other music video just got too weird. So go find this on Spotify or something and listen to it. It'll change your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;It's the first week of school and i feel like i'm stressing out more than last semester's finals week! As soon as i get my application in, it'll be time to relax, and focus on the classes i'm actually in. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-4449359785569651683?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4449359785569651683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=4449359785569651683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4449359785569651683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4449359785569651683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2012/01/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PAIEI1t8GeY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-4478695005701875003</id><published>2012-01-02T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T07:30:19.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My NYE is...Blurry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Years Eve has always turned out to be a huge let down for me. I don't know why, but year after year of going to parties with friends and trying to make a special night out of the new year, it turns into a huge failure. I think it started way back when i had my first boyfriend and he whimped out kissing me at midnight (&lt;i&gt;haha!&lt;/i&gt;). And every year after that has just been lame. So this year i thought i'd just stay home. At 11 p.m. i ended up going to an ice skating rink to celebrate with some friends, but our family had our own celebration early! Fireworks were made legal in Arizona just last year, so my family planned to do some in our front yard at around 8 before all the little kids and the grandparents had to go to bed. My Dad went all out and spent a fortune on fireworks, and we set them off across the street from my house in the dirt part of the groves! We invited all our family and close friends to come over for the celebration! It turned out to be a really great time that i'll never forget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;excuse me for the blurry pictures. I guess you can just pretend you've got your &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ew years eve drunk glasses&lt;/i&gt; on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We brought some hay over from the horses so everyone could sit and watch the show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9w7kFJmekI/TwHH7KwQwsI/AAAAAAAABTs/AP-KH4KZb5w/s1600/new+years-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9w7kFJmekI/TwHH7KwQwsI/AAAAAAAABTs/AP-KH4KZb5w/s640/new+years-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View of the front yard from across the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JcP4EeHNf08/TwHH8i8kefI/AAAAAAAABT0/KCb7jYUDk3I/s1600/new+years-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JcP4EeHNf08/TwHH8i8kefI/AAAAAAAABT0/KCb7jYUDk3I/s640/new+years-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8XnL7H_EYdU/TwHH--3QffI/AAAAAAAABT8/B63GXtchS5I/s1600/new+years-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8XnL7H_EYdU/TwHH--3QffI/AAAAAAAABT8/B63GXtchS5I/s640/new+years-4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad struck brilliance by setting up these torches. They made lighting so easy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMeGU-1pAdk/TwHIASHO3SI/AAAAAAAABUE/hmMH-LBfpI4/s1600/new+years-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMeGU-1pAdk/TwHIASHO3SI/AAAAAAAABUE/hmMH-LBfpI4/s640/new+years-5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, i know it looks like my front yard is on fire, but i swear that gorgeous winter grass is still there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2FXQJdRnOfA/TwHIBxRMHOI/AAAAAAAABUM/5_ldybkSrsc/s1600/new+years-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2FXQJdRnOfA/TwHIBxRMHOI/AAAAAAAABUM/5_ldybkSrsc/s640/new+years-6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Max couldn't get enough sparklers in his hands. We bought a &lt;i&gt;TON&lt;/i&gt; and lit them throughout the night to give to the little kids. This was probably the highlight. Seeing kids be amazed by sparklers was the best. I kind of miss the days when that's all it took to keep my attention for a night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nWtytu7eAc/TwHIE-jA-aI/AAAAAAAABUc/lFZJy81xgZA/s1600/new+years-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8nWtytu7eAc/TwHIE-jA-aI/AAAAAAAABUc/lFZJy81xgZA/s400/new+years-8.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bAVYswkARN8/TwHIDacVuBI/AAAAAAAABUU/yUwoJ8JMkr0/s1600/new+years-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bAVYswkARN8/TwHIDacVuBI/AAAAAAAABUU/yUwoJ8JMkr0/s400/new+years-7.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LS0NPLDwEUg/TwHIF5Qq_oI/AAAAAAAABUk/7Hw7zkwid74/s1600/new+years-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LS0NPLDwEUg/TwHIF5Qq_oI/AAAAAAAABUk/7Hw7zkwid74/s640/new+years-9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad. I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aT8NUtRwCzs/TwHIHeR13qI/AAAAAAAABUs/IfymhVuPhbA/s1600/new+years-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aT8NUtRwCzs/TwHIHeR13qI/AAAAAAAABUs/IfymhVuPhbA/s640/new+years-10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-4478695005701875003?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4478695005701875003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=4478695005701875003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4478695005701875003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4478695005701875003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-nye-isblurry.html' title='My NYE is...Blurry.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F9w7kFJmekI/TwHH7KwQwsI/AAAAAAAABTs/AP-KH4KZb5w/s72-c/new+years-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-2149650510725391322</id><published>2011-12-30T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:03:39.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camelback Mountain Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You see that little mountain far off into the distance? That's Camelback Mountain. I've always heard of people hiking it, and i've seen a million pictures of people at the top, but i've never done it! Can you believe that? An Arizona native who hasn't even hiked Camelback. wow. Yeah, Kimberly and I climbed to the very tip top. It's not an impossible hike, but it's kind of tough. It was a great workout, and a great way to start my morning!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hiking with Kimberly is always the best! Not only is she one of my best friends, but we can just talk for hours about anything and everything. It's a great time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCm2kWbQp88/Tv4SeGs7XrI/AAAAAAAABTg/G3sV3Pd7tGE/s1600/camelback.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCm2kWbQp88/Tv4SeGs7XrI/AAAAAAAABTg/G3sV3Pd7tGE/s640/camelback.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the hike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Io71zQCVeEI/Tv4RzJyA_KI/AAAAAAAABRo/a2d-9WLqBLI/s1600/camelback-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Io71zQCVeEI/Tv4RzJyA_KI/AAAAAAAABRo/a2d-9WLqBLI/s400/camelback-3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJRNI9grYiA/Tv4R4McPLCI/AAAAAAAABRw/Y2gaf2lt_yk/s1600/camelback-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJRNI9grYiA/Tv4R4McPLCI/AAAAAAAABRw/Y2gaf2lt_yk/s400/camelback-4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At the top! The view looked like this in every direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KhwmJtwv_9Y/Tv4R763qQ6I/AAAAAAAABR4/aP9rZC0oIOo/s1600/camelback-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KhwmJtwv_9Y/Tv4R763qQ6I/AAAAAAAABR4/aP9rZC0oIOo/s640/camelback-5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like to take pictures of Kimberly flexing. Don't ask me why. But she sure is strong, isn't she!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-In6R_K0QilA/Tv4R_2AGfzI/AAAAAAAABSA/B-Jel01SL3A/s1600/camelback-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-In6R_K0QilA/Tv4R_2AGfzI/AAAAAAAABSA/B-Jel01SL3A/s640/camelback-6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTUQxtY1RTg/Tv4SC3HAt9I/AAAAAAAABSI/ulvJuF4sSOo/s1600/camelback-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTUQxtY1RTg/Tv4SC3HAt9I/AAAAAAAABSI/ulvJuF4sSOo/s640/camelback-7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6AYsM56ea6A/Tv4SFNHQrsI/AAAAAAAABSQ/hPZIo5j7eHs/s1600/camelback-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6AYsM56ea6A/Tv4SFNHQrsI/AAAAAAAABSQ/hPZIo5j7eHs/s640/camelback-8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umGRzCj5wnY/Tv4SFixZfQI/AAAAAAAABSY/7qjoSRUwjMw/s1600/camelback-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umGRzCj5wnY/Tv4SFixZfQI/AAAAAAAABSY/7qjoSRUwjMw/s400/camelback-9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jytiKaJxnSM/Tv4SGSpSGHI/AAAAAAAABSg/js3d2Zr5dBE/s1600/camelback-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jytiKaJxnSM/Tv4SGSpSGHI/AAAAAAAABSg/js3d2Zr5dBE/s400/camelback-10.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the top of Camelback with my CamelBak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkhtJMi935c/Tv4SSzgVqxI/AAAAAAAABTI/YiKktbvpYro/s1600/camelback-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkhtJMi935c/Tv4SSzgVqxI/AAAAAAAABTI/YiKktbvpYro/s400/camelback-15.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkhtJMi935c/Tv4SSzgVqxI/AAAAAAAABTI/YiKktbvpYro/s1600/camelback-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kDgG6T6lPew/Tv4SNeYyasI/AAAAAAAABTA/QcG2_VepeX8/s400/camelback-14.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rocks! Rocks! Rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_p08_XOCVSM/Tv4SX_5KPWI/AAAAAAAABTQ/mhX3kewpjlw/s1600/camelback-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_p08_XOCVSM/Tv4SX_5KPWI/AAAAAAAABTQ/mhX3kewpjlw/s640/camelback-16.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aaaand of course, before we got home we hit up Haven Burger one more time. Kimberly's dad joined us too. They both loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYeB9EAnOLM/Tv4SbKj6O1I/AAAAAAAABTY/Gcvzv9P-cI8/s1600/camelback-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYeB9EAnOLM/Tv4SbKj6O1I/AAAAAAAABTY/Gcvzv9P-cI8/s640/camelback-17.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole entire hike we had Selena Gomez's 'Love You Like A Lovesong' stuck in our heads. Maybe that's why our pace was so fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-2149650510725391322?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2149650510725391322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=2149650510725391322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2149650510725391322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2149650510725391322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/12/camelback-mountain-adventure.html' title='Camelback Mountain Adventure'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCm2kWbQp88/Tv4SeGs7XrI/AAAAAAAABTg/G3sV3Pd7tGE/s72-c/camelback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-4610317297827095378</id><published>2011-12-28T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:11:28.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 'Havenly' Burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha okay so that post title is THE WORST. I've been watching Friends all morning so my sense of humor is really bad right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yesterday Tanner took us to Haven Burger, a new burger place in downtown Mesa. He went there every day during the summer, so the owner knows him by name and knows his exact order. I've always wanted a place like that, you know, where you walk in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Owner: 'hey Brooke!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: 'hey Bob! hows it goin?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bob: 'ehhh, it's been a little slow today because of the holiday season, but I'm not worried, it'll pick back up. ...So what's it gonna be, the usual?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: 'You know me too well Bob...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...then we continue to talk about his wife and kids and his new little dog they got for their youngest child, Jerry, or something. who knows, maybe he gets a bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, we go to Haven Burger, and i am telling you. THE BEST burger i've ever had in my lifetime. If you are in Mesa, or are going anywhere near Mesa anytime soon, be SURE to stop by there. It's right across the street from the temple, you can't miss it! And get the California Burger. It's seriously the best. And let me know if you loved it as much as i did!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone had a great Christmas. Christmas posts coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2m9P3aVenKU/TvuSoDgLj8I/AAAAAAAABQ0/oVQCrkSnnIA/s1600/haven+burger-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="546" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2m9P3aVenKU/TvuSoDgLj8I/AAAAAAAABQ0/oVQCrkSnnIA/s640/haven+burger-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0VfuYomsCk/TvuSryCv9pI/AAAAAAAABRE/hkAE7NWCmqU/s1600/haven+burger-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0VfuYomsCk/TvuSryCv9pI/AAAAAAAABRE/hkAE7NWCmqU/s640/haven+burger-4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwkOsdOr4Zo/TvuStPxc-zI/AAAAAAAABRM/zqX4_a76Dko/s1600/haven+burger-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwkOsdOr4Zo/TvuStPxc-zI/AAAAAAAABRM/zqX4_a76Dko/s640/haven+burger-5.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;That's right...avocado &amp;amp; bacon burger. WHAAA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwkOsdOr4Zo/TvuStPxc-zI/AAAAAAAABRM/zqX4_a76Dko/s1600/haven+burger-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DV_1EU-s0Tc/TvuSo4wLfWI/AAAAAAAABQ8/y6z4iAnbVOA/s1600/haven+burger-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DV_1EU-s0Tc/TvuSo4wLfWI/AAAAAAAABQ8/y6z4iAnbVOA/s640/haven+burger-3.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That thing was gone SO fast. And if you think i'm not wearing any make up and it looks like I made next to absolutely no effort to get ready, you'd be right. I wouldn't be surprised if we end up back there again before this week is over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-4610317297827095378?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4610317297827095378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=4610317297827095378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4610317297827095378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4610317297827095378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/12/havenly-burger.html' title='A &apos;Havenly&apos; Burger'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2m9P3aVenKU/TvuSoDgLj8I/AAAAAAAABQ0/oVQCrkSnnIA/s72-c/haven+burger-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-9161511380688394394</id><published>2011-12-24T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T21:58:43.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the Day Before Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Twas the day before Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so I was going to do the whole rhyming thing but let's be honest i'm a lazy blogger, and it probably wouldn't end up making any sense anyway! So i'll just give it to you straight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This morning we went to my Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa LeBaron's for the whole Christmas party type thing. Basically what happens is all the kids go stand on the fireplace by age group, starting with the youngest, and Grandma gives them all the same gift and they get to unwrap it in front of everyone! We've done this forever and always. I love it! Our family has grown so much that it's almost become just straight chaos. Little kids running EVERYWHERE. Chloe's wildest dream. Me and Tanner took some pictures with this little cutie right here. Amy's kid, Bowen. He's probably the chillest nephew we have. kind of just chills and smiles at you. Such a lovely one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(once again, iphone pictures, so i apologize for the poor quality! I should start bringing my camera places...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdKmmOK3D0U/Tva1cKkqKqI/AAAAAAAABPc/FiMeb6s4aR0/s1600/CE-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdKmmOK3D0U/Tva1cKkqKqI/AAAAAAAABPc/FiMeb6s4aR0/s640/CE-2.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xq0t711NsNU/Tva1kvWLrjI/AAAAAAAABQE/XzeKZrL_MG0/s1600/G7u4K1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xq0t711NsNU/Tva1kvWLrjI/AAAAAAAABQE/XzeKZrL_MG0/s640/G7u4K1.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FnvUwG3KcqI/Tva1hpdQjWI/AAAAAAAABP8/S1mGARuzYrc/s1600/CE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FnvUwG3KcqI/Tva1hpdQjWI/AAAAAAAABP8/S1mGARuzYrc/s640/CE.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Grandma's house, we went shooting with the Wattles and some of their cousins. It was a BLAST! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(hah so punny.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ccp76mhTgUQ/Tva4AudW4QI/AAAAAAAABQQ/sE2pjwOxFKo/s1600/CE-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ccp76mhTgUQ/Tva4AudW4QI/AAAAAAAABQQ/sE2pjwOxFKo/s640/CE-5.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tanner backed me up. That little one had some kick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MpX3GZZyaQg/Tva4B1mqMVI/AAAAAAAABQY/YxxMZDhTJf4/s1600/CE-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MpX3GZZyaQg/Tva4B1mqMVI/AAAAAAAABQY/YxxMZDhTJf4/s640/CE-6.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;We even took the new M4 Carbine out for a spin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPkO06OTKaY/Tva4DXst65I/AAAAAAAABQg/j7hlYp5x1jk/s1600/CE-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPkO06OTKaY/Tva4DXst65I/AAAAAAAABQg/j7hlYp5x1jk/s640/CE-7.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that we ran home to clean up the house and help Mom with her last minute Christmas tasks. Blasting Christmas music all around the house got us into the holiday spirit just in time for the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While i was doing the dishes, my little brother Tanner grabbed me and started dancing! Who is this kid!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e5f3bd8b75fc64dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5f3bd8b75fc64dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48B4644952C9A35B9435AFEFD258019315F4EC72.1E29E4A140B946F1EABB8D950284172B9490790D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5f3bd8b75fc64dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6tz_isypv7vmdRRenBltbot2b1w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5f3bd8b75fc64dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48B4644952C9A35B9435AFEFD258019315F4EC72.1E29E4A140B946F1EABB8D950284172B9490790D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5f3bd8b75fc64dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6tz_isypv7vmdRRenBltbot2b1w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't my little brother just the cutest?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, we've all got our Christmas Flannel PJ's on, and to be honest, we've all been ready for bed for a few hours. Okay maybe just me. I took a little nap earlier, and Tanner's just playing COD in the other room. My mom is wrapping gifts and my dad is smoking a roast (whaaaaat!?). &amp;nbsp;I love my family and i'm thankful for this wonderful Christmas season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-9161511380688394394?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/9161511380688394394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=9161511380688394394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/9161511380688394394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/9161511380688394394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/12/twas-day-before-christmas.html' title='Twas the Day Before Christmas...'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdKmmOK3D0U/Tva1cKkqKqI/AAAAAAAABPc/FiMeb6s4aR0/s72-c/CE-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-1511046566572231318</id><published>2011-12-23T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:30:08.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Pitted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been around 5 years since i've been boarding. Last time i went was when i was in Jr. High! So i decided to go out with my fam up to Sunrise and get back on the horse. And by horse i mean board. haah. bad joke. Anyway, it was a lot of fun! Amy destroys, like always, and Tanner &amp;amp; Carter flew down the mountain so fast we couldn't keep up! Mom was a champ and stayed with me most of the time. haha I'm so bad.&amp;nbsp;Okay so my little brother just walked in the room wearing an Ace Hardware cut off? haha what is going on with my family. PANCAKES!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alright sorry for that little random burst of whatever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(excuse the poor quality, they're iphone treasures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the long drive up was about 4 hours, so we had to snag some treats on the way! Treat yo self!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RRxWsqCS1h8/TvS3t1UA9qI/AAAAAAAABOM/BGzUBx5UK90/s1600/pitted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RRxWsqCS1h8/TvS3t1UA9qI/AAAAAAAABOM/BGzUBx5UK90/s640/pitted.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7xdEAJZLucc/TvS3JuRcw-I/AAAAAAAABNM/6-YUpjykI3g/s1600/pitted-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7xdEAJZLucc/TvS3JuRcw-I/AAAAAAAABNM/6-YUpjykI3g/s640/pitted-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes trying to get around was super struggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q84LwopPOzg/TvS3OnFz5nI/AAAAAAAABNU/U0ZcTh8jgY8/s1600/pitted-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q84LwopPOzg/TvS3OnFz5nI/AAAAAAAABNU/U0ZcTh8jgY8/s640/pitted-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAJKcJkDYE0/TvS3TAudjKI/AAAAAAAABNc/bZV7FrFLeTQ/s1600/pitted-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAJKcJkDYE0/TvS3TAudjKI/AAAAAAAABNc/bZV7FrFLeTQ/s640/pitted-4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_cDaFjf4VQ/TvS3XdWzJWI/AAAAAAAABNk/TzpJSZzOeYE/s1600/pitted-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_cDaFjf4VQ/TvS3XdWzJWI/AAAAAAAABNk/TzpJSZzOeYE/s640/pitted-5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mp8O4APPoSc/TvS3b0OkZRI/AAAAAAAABNs/Ek11XoyDISU/s1600/pitted-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mp8O4APPoSc/TvS3b0OkZRI/AAAAAAAABNs/Ek11XoyDISU/s640/pitted-6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Znweu4mxBGU/TvS3oD6sfKI/AAAAAAAABOE/2CO9T_E1Nlo/s1600/pitted-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Znweu4mxBGU/TvS3oD6sfKI/AAAAAAAABOE/2CO9T_E1Nlo/s640/pitted-9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyeOEFEfB7Q/TvS3c1MMsBI/AAAAAAAABN0/f_rB_ZbfpzY/s1600/pitted-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyeOEFEfB7Q/TvS3c1MMsBI/AAAAAAAABN0/f_rB_ZbfpzY/s640/pitted-7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mIQgxY37IgE/TvS3jYcW8sI/AAAAAAAABN8/9cIbMDPY-AY/s1600/pitted-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mIQgxY37IgE/TvS3jYcW8sI/AAAAAAAABN8/9cIbMDPY-AY/s640/pitted-8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say, it was a great adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-1511046566572231318?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1511046566572231318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=1511046566572231318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1511046566572231318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1511046566572231318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-pitted.html' title='So Pitted'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RRxWsqCS1h8/TvS3t1UA9qI/AAAAAAAABOM/BGzUBx5UK90/s72-c/pitted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-471633963988750872</id><published>2011-12-16T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T09:20:57.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Creation</title><content type='html'>I've always loved the look of antlers. I did grow up in a family of hunters, you know. But usually i'm not patient enough to hunt. Seriously, i think i just get trigger happy. Anyway, i wanted some antlers in my room/apartment. So I mounted some on my own! well, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XpgtOwB_uQA/Ttu0UEge4eI/AAAAAAAABLo/X8DLBt8MzNs/s1600/Gn5ia0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XpgtOwB_uQA/Ttu0UEge4eI/AAAAAAAABLo/X8DLBt8MzNs/s640/Gn5ia0.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIfpfclR2fQ/Ttu0aGsk_tI/AAAAAAAABLw/SR9jGniWfjM/s1600/hh.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="446" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIfpfclR2fQ/Ttu0aGsk_tI/AAAAAAAABLw/SR9jGniWfjM/s640/hh.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother, Marc, had some antlers he found for me when he went hunting a few weeks ago. We sawed off the back, and put the skull part in bleach to make it really white.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31xfHRFWR7k/Ttu2MInI07I/AAAAAAAABL4/bZpIXiyqaVM/s1600/1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31xfHRFWR7k/Ttu2MInI07I/AAAAAAAABL4/bZpIXiyqaVM/s640/1.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spraying them off, we used a piece of wood from the Dinosaur Tree. If you don't know what the Dinosaur Tree is, i'll give you a briefing on it. see post on &lt;a href="http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/12/legacy-paul-millet.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paul Millet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;okay so anyway, he had an insanely tall cedar tree at his house. The cool thing about this tree was it always looked like it was shaped like a dinosaur! You could see it from the street, and we would always love passing it and pointing it out to people. I loved that i got a piece of this tree for this project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prepping the antlers, we screwed them on the wood and called it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1K7Ia6_Llew/Tut86IUo1dI/AAAAAAAABMY/4yVR7ThaAG8/s1600/cr8916.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1K7Ia6_Llew/Tut86IUo1dI/AAAAAAAABMY/4yVR7ThaAG8/s640/cr8916.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DL39zNUufA0/Tut868XREuI/AAAAAAAABMg/Ausu_hNVFm4/s1600/rN9FQV.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DL39zNUufA0/Tut868XREuI/AAAAAAAABMg/Ausu_hNVFm4/s640/rN9FQV.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7e0u44Eqtbw/Tut88FjEjFI/AAAAAAAABMo/gf2ll0JR3sU/s1600/VuE2i7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7e0u44Eqtbw/Tut88FjEjFI/AAAAAAAABMo/gf2ll0JR3sU/s640/VuE2i7.jpeg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now i've just got to find the best spot to put it. The random place on the wall in my living room where there was a random screw just isn't working. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDPB2nsUnBU/Tut9mf-srwI/AAAAAAAABMw/RKtR8MYNZiU/s1600/IMG_0583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDPB2nsUnBU/Tut9mf-srwI/AAAAAAAABMw/RKtR8MYNZiU/s400/IMG_0583.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-471633963988750872?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/471633963988750872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=471633963988750872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/471633963988750872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/471633963988750872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/12/home-creation.html' title='Home Creation'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XpgtOwB_uQA/Ttu0UEge4eI/AAAAAAAABLo/X8DLBt8MzNs/s72-c/Gn5ia0.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-1480876730787551510</id><published>2011-12-08T14:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:52:35.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four-eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can call me four-eyes, because my glasses have arrived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barton Perreira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mildly hipster, its fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;most importantly, i can see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHrjYNprE9M/TuE9a4CatdI/AAAAAAAABMA/4vAPtys5hiY/s1600/IMG_0707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHrjYNprE9M/TuE9a4CatdI/AAAAAAAABMA/4vAPtys5hiY/s400/IMG_0707.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another great thing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The super cute guy in my MCOM 320 class kind of gave me his number? I don't know exactly how i feel about that. Isn't he supposed to ask me for mine? Oh well, he's a babe. I'm excited about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a joke cold here in Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish i could say i'm enjoying a 'White Christmas' season, but i'm way too busy with finals to even think about having a great time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do i stay sane?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;answer: i don't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best thing goin on right now: Robert &amp;amp; The Carrolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We recorded 3 songs over the past month, and should be releasing an EP at the end of the year! I'm not gonna lie i'm SUPER pumped about it. I love these guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c95MDacbZ60/TuE_lds1d8I/AAAAAAAABMI/XUY5N6Nlz8w/s1600/_MG_9133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c95MDacbZ60/TuE_lds1d8I/AAAAAAAABMI/XUY5N6Nlz8w/s400/_MG_9133.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're in the Provo area, you should come see us play in Battle of the Bands this Friday night!! Its a "God Bless America" theme. Still no clue what to wear. Gotta give my personal stylists Kimberly and &lt;a href="http://graceelizabethcollins.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Grace&lt;/a&gt; a call. &amp;nbsp;This should be fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-1480876730787551510?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1480876730787551510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=1480876730787551510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1480876730787551510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1480876730787551510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/12/four-eyes.html' title='Four-eyes'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHrjYNprE9M/TuE9a4CatdI/AAAAAAAABMA/4vAPtys5hiY/s72-c/IMG_0707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-6924620830037888790</id><published>2011-12-04T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:07:44.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Legacy: Paul Millet</title><content type='html'>So growing up in my ward, there was a very old man named Paul Millet. (He's actually my relative too) Paul was an extremely tall man. Tall and strong, especially to a little girl like i was. He would share stories about the war and his life every fast sunday in our ward. I remember sitting in church when i was little and getting so excited when he would get up speak, or even when he would roll up in his chair and have to use a mic to speak from below the podium. I think this is when i fell in love with the past. I fell in love with the stories of older people. I think i could sit for hours and listen to older people talk about their lives, and how our country used to be. When you're little, its kind of hard to focus on speakers. But as soon as Paul got up there, i was silent. I remember not wanting to miss a single word he said. Before he died, my dad recorded him telling some stories about his life, and his time in the war and the church. His stories include experiences growing up in the Great Depression. He tells of how his family came to be in Arizona, and what his life was like here. He tells a story about when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, and how it affected his life. He talks about the relocation of the American Japanese citizens. I love listening to these recordings and getting a small glimpse of his life, and WWII. He saw so much death and destruction. This man experienced so much in his life. Listening to these stories is such a cool experience. These stories aren't the skewed movie stories, these are real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N1MJkv_acHA/TuYmSDLfnyI/AAAAAAAABMQ/oswejUYvfAg/s1600/PHP48860D25E189E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N1MJkv_acHA/TuYmSDLfnyI/AAAAAAAABMQ/oswejUYvfAg/s400/PHP48860D25E189E.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;yeah i know this isn't the best picture, but it's all i could find on my own computer :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-6924620830037888790?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6924620830037888790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=6924620830037888790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6924620830037888790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6924620830037888790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/12/legacy-paul-millet.html' title='A Legacy: Paul Millet'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N1MJkv_acHA/TuYmSDLfnyI/AAAAAAAABMQ/oswejUYvfAg/s72-c/PHP48860D25E189E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-9137449951364904900</id><published>2011-11-29T06:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T06:46:56.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5PxdrSjfbs/TtTq0_pYosI/AAAAAAAABJM/r8I22VXE2k8/s1600/IMG_0479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5PxdrSjfbs/TtTq0_pYosI/AAAAAAAABJM/r8I22VXE2k8/s320/IMG_0479.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you trendy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you dying to be 'different'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever wanted to 'stick it to the man'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you consider yourself to be at least 1/4 hipster?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then Movember is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban Dictionary defines Movember as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="entries" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 5px; width: 475px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;td class="index" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; padding-right: 10px; vertical-align: top; width: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movember.urbanup.com/1495906" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;6.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="word" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Movember&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tools" id="tools_1495906" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 20px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="thumbs"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_1495906" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.8; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-right: 15px; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;div class="daily_date" style="color: #de5f25; font-weight: bold;"&gt;November 1, 2009 Urban Word of the Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;Held in November, this is the month in which people gather together to grow and compare mostaches. Participants begin the month clean shaven and cultivate their mostaches throughout the month. The month climaxes with participants comparing and appeciating each others mostaches in a manly, non gay way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-top: 5pt;"&gt;dude, i'm gonna grow the fattest mostache this Movember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipsters young and old, tall and small come together for this annual celebration of the ability (or inability) to grow hair on their upper lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the people i've been surrounded by have really participated hard core in this tradition, but that doesn't mean we're not havin a little mustache fun for ourselves! I have compiled a collection of my favorite stache pics we've created over the last couple weeks. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;It really is amazing what they have an app for these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5lZI7s6Fgs/TtTvQnmMTPI/AAAAAAAABKQ/5RexijtAMTg/s1600/rjFqo2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5lZI7s6Fgs/TtTvQnmMTPI/AAAAAAAABKQ/5RexijtAMTg/s640/rjFqo2.jpeg" width="442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAQPRfrLb5w/TtTvTyx3SBI/AAAAAAAABKg/76kI8AclcxY/s1600/W6sfDn.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAQPRfrLb5w/TtTvTyx3SBI/AAAAAAAABKg/76kI8AclcxY/s640/W6sfDn.jpeg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAQPRfrLb5w/TtTvTyx3SBI/AAAAAAAABKg/76kI8AclcxY/s1600/W6sfDn.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SF-aUB6Wpcc/TtTvSPmGkOI/AAAAAAAABKY/t6z98n7cVUI/s1600/T4bhXQ.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SF-aUB6Wpcc/TtTvSPmGkOI/AAAAAAAABKY/t6z98n7cVUI/s640/T4bhXQ.jpeg" width="464" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-9137449951364904900?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/9137449951364904900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=9137449951364904900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/9137449951364904900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/9137449951364904900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/11/movember.html' title='Movember'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5PxdrSjfbs/TtTq0_pYosI/AAAAAAAABJM/r8I22VXE2k8/s72-c/IMG_0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-6589491715632045191</id><published>2011-11-15T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:08:25.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff you already knew about every medical tv show</title><content type='html'>I've seen my fair share of medical television show episodes. Grey's Anatomy, House, Bones (when they live), Private Practice, &amp;nbsp;just to name a few, and just about any other tv show where people get hurt and end up in a hospital bed. Let me tell you, they've become almost TOO predictable. Am i right? Here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there's someone who's sick with something, who knows. The doctors think it's something, but we all know they're wrong. So they find a way to make the patient comfortable. And of course it can't be just about medical stuff, what kind of show would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, naturally, there's some kind of sexual tension in the hospital, and waaay too much flirting. Also, everyone looks great! I mean, all those surgeons walking around in cute anthropology dresses, perfect hair and make up, and freaking stilettos! No wonder they can't keep their hormones and emotions under control. And I mean, if that isn't real life, i don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, doctors can't get along, because then everything would run smoothly. They end up fighting in front of the patient, and then out of nowhere BOOM! THE PATIENT IS THROWING UP BLOOD! and they discover their medical hypothesis was incorrect!!! (duh)...I mean, i don't know about you, but if i had a quarter for every person i've seen on tv in a hospital bed throwing up blood, i could probably buy a pair of really cute Steve Madden Boots for this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some more tests are run, a couple deep dark family secrets are revealed here and there, and a couple somewhere breaks up or suddenly realizes they were meant to be together, then the episode ends either by a heart felt or deep narration or by everyone going home at the end of the day to their significant other (if they lasted through the day) or their dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So predictable. Everything. From the music playing, to how much background noise there is, to the amount of time it's been since someone on the episode died bled or cried, its ridiculous. Yet, i continue to watch them. Every week. Without fail. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess that's just because i'm a 'routine-based' person. I like consistency! i get into that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: if you think being a surgeon means anything like being one of the people on Grey's or being around total lunatics like on House, you are WRONG. If that's why you're in med school, QUIT! QUIT NOW! GET OUT! Go get a dog and start dating, get a life. Eat some food, sleep, watch a whole season of Gossip Girl in one weekend and forget about that stuff. Because Gossip Girl is totally real life, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-6589491715632045191?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6589491715632045191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=6589491715632045191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6589491715632045191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6589491715632045191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/11/stuff-you-already-knew-about-every.html' title='Stuff you already knew about every medical tv show'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-8889970838971784640</id><published>2011-11-14T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T10:50:33.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert &amp; the Carrolls: Halloween show @ The Velour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple weekends ago, we got to play at the Velour for their Halloween Weekend show! We had everyone dress up with a 90's theme and it was a riot! The show went really well and people loved the songs. We paid tribute to the era of our childhoods with a Whitney Houston 'I Wanna Dance With Somebody' cover. The ladies just melted over Robert's lyrics, but who wouldn't? It was a great show and I can't wait till the next one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3C/div"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="426" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/388615_2343004047387_1018530148_32362828_847797029_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=297817_2343004727404_1018530148_32362831_1845838293_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/297817_2343004727404_1018530148_32362831_1845838293_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=392471_2343004327394_1018530148_32362829_1615068205_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/392471_2343004327394_1018530148_32362829_1615068205_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=379460_2343004927409_1018530148_32362832_1296919598_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/379460_2343004927409_1018530148_32362832_1296919598_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=303715_2343003887383_1018530148_32362827_723322961_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/303715_2343003887383_1018530148_32362827_723322961_n.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photos by: Michael Curry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3C/div"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want more? Check out and 'like' the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/carrollmusic?ref=ts" target="_blank"&gt;facebook page&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you missed it, don't worry! There are more shows to come in December. i'll keep you posted!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-8889970838971784640?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8889970838971784640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=8889970838971784640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8889970838971784640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8889970838971784640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/11/robert-carrolls-halloween-show-velour.html' title='Robert &amp; the Carrolls: Halloween show @ The Velour'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-4670698198615299899</id><published>2011-11-09T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:52:09.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Must see Youtube Videos of October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As you know, I am a serious social media/any kind of media addict. One thing i love it Youtube videos. I could sit here for hours and show you some of the funniest things you've ever seen. October was a great month for me and Youtube. Here are 5 Youtube videos that you MUST see. I can't promise all of them will be worth your time, but i can promise you that they'll change your life. Kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Kiss. Okay now this is a gem. It's even funnier the 2nd, 3rd, 4th time...the best part is my friend Max has gotten preeetty good at impersonating this guy, and although its pretty creepy, it's probably the funniest thing i've ever seen in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OpF9moIJfYM" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Uggcitrin: The Ugg Boot Vaccine. same with this one. There has never been a more accurate vaccine commercial ever made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5BDiDmSotqs" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Reality Hits You Hard Bro (Original) Yes, this happened in Arizona. My brother saw it on the news. Be sure to check out the auto tuned song of it after, its pretty okay i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FaB5u0XyiTk" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Ice Cream and Cake Dance. i don't know what i like better about this next one: the fact that its about a birthday dessert, or that their name is 'Ice Cream Boyz'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1xKhsBY3Gd4" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Get Pitted. Now usually i'm not a fan of the Auto-tuned videos. I think they're just stupid. But this one is good, and has been stuck in my head for 31 days. I even started yelling these phrases at people out the window when i was caffeinated on halloween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GgQ5BJTSv9U" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Sexy Sax Man. Okay i know i said 5, but i had to add this one. Most of you have already seen this, not only because its old, but also because it's hit Provo, HARD. But apparently it hasn't hit Mesa yet so here i am, spreading the joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GaoLU6zKaws" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BEWARE: this last one will leave you humming this seductive sax tune all day long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-4670698198615299899?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4670698198615299899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=4670698198615299899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4670698198615299899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4670698198615299899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/11/5-must-see-youtube-videos-of-october.html' title='5 Must see Youtube Videos of October'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OpF9moIJfYM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-6680634609205182867</id><published>2011-11-09T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T00:11:53.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is like totes awk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You never see so many scandalous pictures on Facebook as you do the week after Halloween. Well, here are our swanky skanky Halloween pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thats right, we were the biggest losers, a huge it amongst other party-goers might i add...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=halleween-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/halleween-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=halleween-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/halleween-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=halleween-11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/halleween-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=halleween-13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/halleween-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can i just say that this is the most awkward time of the year for me? I mean, i'd love to say all the typical things like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'YAAAAY FALL FASHION'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'AWWW All the pretty leaves!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'PUMPKIN EVERYTHING PUMPKIN EVERYTHING!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i try to be enthusiastic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for real, this is the 3rd 'fall' i've ever experienced in my whole entire life, and i still can't really figure out how it works. I don't know how to like dress, or like eat or whatever, just so awkward. From what i can see this is how it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The leaves change. we go take pictures of them. everyone gets obsessive over their fall outfits. I get obsessive over other people's fall outfits. most everyone stops getting ready for school. most every stops going to classes. most everyone has found/finds a significant other. the typical weekend activities are corn mazes, haunted houses, carmel apples, and a dime a dozen movie nights in every single direction. so many uggs everywhere (barf). stretchy pants (barf) + big sweaters (awesome) becomes like the thing to wear. &amp;nbsp;it snows. people freak out. it melts in like an hour. people freak out. it snows again. people freak out again. and then it just snows for the rest of our lives and becomes winter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;great huh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe if i put on some stretchy pants, an oversized sweater, boots, a top knot, and carry around a carmel apple cider Starbucks drink people will believe it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-6680634609205182867?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6680634609205182867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=6680634609205182867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6680634609205182867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6680634609205182867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-is-like-totes-awk.html' title='Fall is like totes awk.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-3215343676458251140</id><published>2011-11-02T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T17:33:18.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get through an appendectomy alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am aware that this is now very old news, but i thought i'd share it anyway. So a bunch of weeks ago, i was up early on a sunday morning, (i can never seem to sleep in, even though my church doesn't start till 1:30 in the afternoon...) and i got a call from my dear Emmers, asking where the ER is and if i could take Chloe and her there, because Chloe was feeling very sick!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ended up taking her to the hospital here in Provo, where they did like a thousand tests on her. A few blood samples, some tears, and a million laughs later, Chloe has appendicitis, and begins to prep for surgery!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pre-any meds chloe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0118.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;post-morphine chloe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0120.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pre-surgery chloe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;post-surgery chloe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG950077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMG950077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i snuggled up next to her, a little family lovin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0126.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chloe was seriously great. She had the best attitude, and was more concerned about missing Kim K's wedding special that night than about what was actually happening to her. She's such a champ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That girl's pretty much all healed up and back to business now, it's just taken me 5 billion years to write about it. Videos of pre and post surgery to come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you had surgery? What was your favorite and least favorite parts about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-3215343676458251140?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3215343676458251140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=3215343676458251140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3215343676458251140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3215343676458251140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-get-through-appendectomy-alive.html' title='How to get through an appendectomy alive'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-5685692113320364773</id><published>2011-10-22T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T19:42:36.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things zonies love.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; By Zonies, of course, i mean people from Arizona. In this case, more specifically, my Mesa peeps!! Aww yeah, toros4lyfe. haha KIDDING. but really. I don't know if people really do like us or are just so painfully annoyed by the massive amount of mesa/az natives that live in Provo. anyway, here are 5 things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Quick Trip (QT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Whether it's summertime and you're stopping by for a drink, or its 'winter', (which i understand now is hardly a season at all, but just a time period that allows us zonies an opportunity to attempt to immerse ourselves in winter fashion when in fact we could probably go the whole year without a jacket if we really wanted to...) getting some hot chocolate. I wouldn't blame anyone for stopping by almost every night to get some hot coco on the way to a 'winter' activity, like strolling around the temple lights or driving out to Bulldog, because its the only place far enough away to have a huge fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Other AZ People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Honestly, have you met a group of zonies that didn't automatically love other zonies? Yes, there are the zonies who only hang out with other zonies, and we tend to not &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; that about ourselves, and try to reach out (usually). But one thing's for sure, if there's a zonie, and all their friends arent from AZ, Vegas or California (people who zonies tend to mesh with), then they must be pretty cool to hang with. but really, AZ people are cool, why wouldn't you love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Jimmy Eat World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I've never met a person from Mesa who doesn't love Jimmy. Not only are they from mesa, but also they just kind of rock! Jimmy's pretty much the Mesa anthem. Anytime, anywhere, you turn on JEW, and immediate worshiping begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. Exclusively AZ Foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Another thing zonies love is their food. Think shaved ice. What are you picturing? Is it a million and a half Instagram pictures of shaved ice with cream on top and a little umbrella all over twitter? Good. Because thats what happens when zonies go home to Arizona. They go to Bahama Bucks, then post anything about it on the world wide web to make everyone else jealous. But thats not the only food worshiped by the zonies. Thats right, closer to the border means actual legit Mexican food. Backyard Tacos (taco shop opened up in someone's back yard, totally illegal, was eventually shut down...all about that underground stuff.) and does&amp;nbsp;Tia Rosas anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Rain*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This could in fact be the most definitive thing about zonies, because of the seriously outrageous monsoon season. You see, this is how it works in Arizona...it rains, it POURS, and because it's 105˚ outside when this happens, everybody drops what they're doing and runs outside and plays in it! Honestly i don't remember using an umbrella once in my entire life. Retention basins fill, streets flood, and you can find people playing whatever sport they can in the kind of gross park water. Any foreigner would be quite surprised if they ever see this. Complete insanity and joy. Its like giving a little kid (or me) 3 caffeinated sodas and a red bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Now besides being enslaved by this provo culture and its apparent hate for rain, being a zonie up here is great! Going home is sweet, and i go in 11 days! I can't wait to hit up all these good places, play with my family, and see some friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Turn on your favorite song, then go to &lt;a href="http://www.rainymood.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website. you won't regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-5685692113320364773?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5685692113320364773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=5685692113320364773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5685692113320364773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5685692113320364773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/10/5-things-zonies-love.html' title='5 things zonies love.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-6661815028785464192</id><published>2011-10-15T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T21:25:04.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the creepiest of them all?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright I'm confessing. I'm confessing my creeper-ness to the bloggesphere. I just think people are very interesting, and I'm just an extremely curious person okay?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Creepy thing I've been doing #1: THE RANDOM KID!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple weeks ago, actually a month i think, i was walking out of the Wilk on BYU campus, and i saw this kid. He wasn't especially attractive, or especially unattractive, but he just looked really interesting. He just looked like a very interesting person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i followed him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I followed him around for about 15 minutes, just watching him, then i realized it was probably really creepy what i was doing! So i stopped and went to the Library.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't see him around until Monday, when me and Michael went to get dinner in the Cougar Eat. He was also grabbing something to eat, so i watched him. (wow as i'm typing this i'm realizing how bad this is.) haha okay well anyway, Michael and me went and sat at a table where we could see him! You'll never guess what happened next. Michael dared me to go talk to him!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy moly i don't know what came over me! I seriously just sat down and talk to a stranger! just sat down and asked him what his name was. INSANE. Totally out of my bubble, nothing i would EVER do EVER. It was the most awkward conversation I've ever had with anyone in my life. But man, what a rush! Really, do guys seriously do that? HOW do they just go talk to random girls?&amp;nbsp;I've honestly gained a whole new respect for guys who do that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Creepy thing I've been doing #2: THE UNICORN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd also like to say a little something about Unicorns. You know what I'm talking about, every one's got them! Its that person who you see everywhere, but no absolutely nothing about, but they are absolutely perfect. They're perfect because maybe they're super cute, and because they are 100% a mystery. And you don't ever want to actually meet them, or know anything about them, because it might ruin it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so there was this guy. If you follow me on Twitter, you've seen my various tweets about him over the past couple years. I see him everywhere! Riding his bike, at the gym, at school, and he's cute. But he's my unicorn and he must remain untouched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or so i thought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I talked to him. Yep, i did it. I sat down and i talked to him. My heart was seriously going a bazillion miles a minute. I could hardly put together a sentence. I already have trouble with words, so this was just a complete disaster. The best part? he had NO idea haha. No idea who i was, no idea that I'd seen him around for years, nothin! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I'm not going to give away too much info because his identity must remain top secret. forever and always.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what's come over me. I'm scared of boys!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-6661815028785464192?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6661815028785464192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=6661815028785464192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6661815028785464192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6661815028785464192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/10/whos-creepiest-of-them-all.html' title='Who&apos;s the creepiest of them all?'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-4811647197342296592</id><published>2011-10-04T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T12:52:24.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream where September happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay i know what you're thinking. I quit blogging. WRONG! Yeah, i've kind of neglected my blog as of late. I've just been so busy, and caught up in the fast pace of everyday life that i've sort of put my blog on the back burner. Then i was called out by Miss &lt;a href="http://jennaallen1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenna Allen&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy moly September happened fast. Where'd it go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had things to write about, i swear. I've been tweeting off the hook! For a couple weeks here i guess i'll just be catching you up on whats been going on in my crazy wonderful life. i hope you still like me, and think i'm still interesting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, anyway, i was driving to Bountiful this morning, and was doing a lot of thinking. (side note: I've been doing a lot of driving-thinking this past week. Drove to and from Park City the other night and got some reaaal good thinking in.) Watch out, because i'm about to get real deep right here. Every time i do get this deep, i end up saying something, my friends laugh at me, and then they make fun of me for it for the next couple years till forever. So hopefully this wont turn into another joke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But anyway i was thinking about how frustrated i am with life right now. Okay, not life. Just living in Provo. Everyone knows what i'm talking about. It gets stuffy here. It is necessary to get out every once in a while, get some fresh air, clear your mind, get your head on straight. (another side note: i just spelled necessary correctly without having to use spell check...first time in history of forever i think. yay me.) Traffic was getting really really bad, because it was rush hour, and i'm really impatient when i drive. Perfect combination, right? But then i kind of thought hey, living in Provo is kind of like bad traffic on the I-15. Or at least, they felt the same to me. Frustration, impatience, annoyance, but very necessary. (hey i did it again! aww yeah!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying i really am. Maybe its not the fact that it's Provo. Maybe its just that i've been in one place for so long and i just can't stand it anymore! Is it like that other places?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am busier than ever, and thats the only think keeping me sane right now. I love being busy. Miss &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/nadiasheaessa"&gt;Nadia&lt;/a&gt; says i would make a good New Yorker. Working in a big city. Sounds good to me, actually. I guess i'll have to try that out sometime. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, this was way too many words for my own taste. But if you care enough to get through it, good for you. Go get yourself a cookie or something. ha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's a photo for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sean Huntington's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;shot of Park City. Incredible, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/October/?action=view&amp;amp;current=307104_2428315397085_1527571779_32602041_1474038078_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/October/307104_2428315397085_1527571779_32602041_1474038078_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-4811647197342296592?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4811647197342296592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=4811647197342296592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4811647197342296592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4811647197342296592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-had-dream-where-september-happened.html' title='I had a dream where September happened'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/October/th_307104_2428315397085_1527571779_32602041_1474038078_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-1767634819361614396</id><published>2011-09-07T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T16:22:54.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imploding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Here's the thing. I feel like i've got nothing to blog about. My life really isn't that interesting! I mean, it totally is to me, because i find humor in everyday occurrences, and laugh at basically everything. Being entertained way too easily doesn't hurt either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I always find myself thinking, why would someone think my life is interesting at all? I've been told that I'm an interesting person, but i still don't get it. I think everyone is trying to figure out a way to separate themselves from everyone else in the world. Everyone wants to be different from anyone else on this earth. Everyone wants to be the special one, the exception. At least thats how it is for me! A total non-conformist. Or so i'd like to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;But in this last year, i've done an incredible amount of growing. Not only have i become more independent, but i've really come to know myself better than ever. I hate wearing shoes. I like showering before i go to bed. I love when i can see the moon in the daytime. If i can't see the moon at night, i get nervous. One of my greatest fears is letting people down. I become hopelessly vulnerable after watching the Notebook, Pearl Harbor, or the Holiday. I've got unusually low self esteem too often, which is stupid &lt;b&gt;i am actually pretty awesome&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I really don't care what anyone thinks of me. I want to be the best for me, not for anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03051.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/DSC03051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-1767634819361614396?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1767634819361614396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=1767634819361614396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1767634819361614396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1767634819361614396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/09/imploding.html' title='imploding'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-915554433573072683</id><published>2011-09-04T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T11:33:18.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refuge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, there's a reason they call Temples the Mountain of the Lord. Because when you're on top, you can see the big picture. You can see everything clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad that i have to opportunity to go to the temple. I've made a goal to go every week. In provo, its almost a joke to try to go to the temple without being there for 2+ hours. That is, unless you know the perfect time to go, which is...(bahaha you really thought i was going to tell you? I can't tell everyone! Or else it won't be not crowded anymore. #selfish #sorry)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week was incredible. I really am so grateful to have a temple close by! It really is a refuge for me. Honestly when i feel like i'm in a rut, not moving forward, confused, or just going through a rough time, going to the Temple really lifts me up, gets me back on my feet, and helps me move forward with my mind and heart in the right place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenes from the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0845.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(couple we creeped on right outside our window while watching Bachelor Pad 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0849.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0849.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classy friends in their DP attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0851.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0851.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a ride in Zack's dream car (Audi S 6)...ive never seen a happier human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babysat precious little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0858.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Rooftop Concert Series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0862.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more interesting people at Verizon Wireless. (i'm not even sure this guy was human)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photoon2011-09-02at1646.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/Photoon2011-09-02at1646.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always havin a blast with my roomies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-915554433573072683?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/915554433573072683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=915554433573072683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/915554433573072683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/915554433573072683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/09/refuge.html' title='Refuge'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-7705100916279441434</id><published>2011-09-03T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:38:43.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0837.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0837.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally ate Sushi. Yep, its kind of a huge deal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG953689.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMG953689.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glow in the dark golfing? check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG955444.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMG955444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a seriously fun night! It also included us and out dates running around in the pouring rain, and finishing off with creme brulee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't have many words in my mind right now, so here's to a lame post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess maybe i should talk about school? The first day was on Monday. Here are my thoughts throughout the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;asian guy in one of my classes. i want to be friends with him. ran into some guys i might tutor, love it. went to lunch discussed relationships and boyfriends/girlfriends with a good friend. got somebody a job. had a mini panic attack about my life. settled by adding another minor. awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;yeah, thats it. keep reading, i promise some day it'll be exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;here's a Youtube video that will make this post worth reading. hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fzzjgBAaWZw" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-7705100916279441434?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7705100916279441434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=7705100916279441434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7705100916279441434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7705100916279441434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-time.html' title='That Time'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fzzjgBAaWZw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-3831726305959627748</id><published>2011-08-24T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:27:49.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Ducky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random title, right? haha okay its relevant i promise. Just kidding, not at all. But kind of. Okay maybe you just had to be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANYWAY, i know its a little late, but here's my trip to California with the girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in a nutshell:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got there, dropped off our stuff, and headed to the beach to watch the sunset!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=califII-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/califII-8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=califII-17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/califII-17.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Kait took awkward pictures, naturally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=califII-27.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/califII-27.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily loved Colby, naturally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=califII-35.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/califII-35.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sunset was beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=califII-42.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/califII-42.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=californiaroundtwo-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/californiaroundtwo-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Chloe got sick so me and Kait did her make up!) I ended up taking her home after one store. poor girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=californiaroundtwo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/californiaroundtwo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We shopped some more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=californiaroundtwo-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/californiaroundtwo-8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; we went paddle boarding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=californiaroundtwo-15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/californiaroundtwo-15.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And kayaking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=californiaroundtwo-18.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/californiaroundtwo-18.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=californiaroundtwo-25.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/californiaroundtwo-25.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=californiaroundtwo-34.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/californiaroundtwo-34.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate super good food made by Chloe's Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=californiaroundtwo-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/californiaroundtwo-9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there it is kids, a great great time! the best. And guess what...all of us will be living in Provo this next semester! I'M SO EXCITED! We do miss Amanda though, that married woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we got back, i had to move out of my old apartment and into my new! So here i am. Decorating is coming along slowly, but surely! We had a huge &lt;a href="http://kendrawilliams8.blogspot.com/2011/08/arachnophobia.html"&gt;spider problem&lt;/a&gt;, ant problem, but i can't wait till everyone moves in! AHHH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-3831726305959627748?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3831726305959627748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=3831726305959627748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3831726305959627748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3831726305959627748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-ducky.html' title='Just Ducky'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-8274704296831278640</id><published>2011-08-22T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:28:30.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. &amp; Mrs. Brummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=graceswedding-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/graceswedding-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy Moly. So my dear friend &lt;a href="http://graceelizabethcollins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grace&lt;/a&gt;, who i met freshman year when we were randomly roomed together, is MARRIED! I can hardly believe it. Well, I mean, it feels like she and Jean Paul have always been married, but i couldn't even picture her in a wedding dress! But oh my dear goodness, she looked amazing. They both did! And the wedding reception was seriously like a dream. Wedding of the year, i tell you. Absolutely incredible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=graceswedding.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/graceswedding.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=graceswedding-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/graceswedding-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you &lt;i&gt;believe&lt;/i&gt; that dress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love this couple! I had the best time living with Grace, she has become one of my best friends. And Jean, he's just an incredible guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;(It didn't hurt that he used to bring me donuts and chocolate milk for breakfast when we lived together. hahaha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=graceswedding-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/graceswedding-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we went to take a picture with Jean, he said "I want to be on your blog." Well jean, here you go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congrats you two!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-8274704296831278640?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8274704296831278640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=8274704296831278640&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8274704296831278640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8274704296831278640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/08/mr-mrs-brummer.html' title='Mr. &amp; Mrs. Brummer'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-6135650058828271110</id><published>2011-08-20T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T18:49:51.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY chose ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to be active&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE to work out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;well, i DID...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately i have been running a lot more, (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;because its a better work out, obvi&lt;/span&gt;) and its starting to be really rough on my joints and stuff. blah blah blah..Okay you don't care about this so i'll just get to the point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now let me just explain how picky i am about running shoes. In my life, i think i've only had 3 pairs. It takes me forever and ever to pick them out, and my mom get so frustrated that i just settle for some and get used to them. I really think it'll be easier finding a wedding dress than is is for me finding running shoes that i love. Until this week when, with a little help from some twitter friends, i discovered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nike Frees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nikes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/nikes.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have changed my life. Okay well not literally like changed my life, but they changed the way my workouts are...which basically translates, in the long run, my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These things are like running on air, like jogging on clouds, like gliding through the air with complete ease. Seriously Incredible. Anyone looking for new running shoes, i totally recommend these to anyone. I love them. Running isn't so bad now! Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-6135650058828271110?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6135650058828271110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=6135650058828271110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6135650058828271110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6135650058828271110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/08/they-chose-me.html' title='THEY chose ME'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-5749954650202653901</id><published>2011-08-17T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:15:47.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it incredible when someone, totally random, who you haven't talked to in probably years, comes out of nowhere and says exactly what you needed to hear? I was literally at my breaking point today. Seriously about to implode. or explode. whatever. It almost brought me to tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have seen the Lord in my life today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see, its really hard, not being at home to keep my head on straight (at least for me), and to keep my eyes open and remember who i am. I don't know really how to describe it, besides saying that its easy to really get sucked into the provo bubble of ridiculous social scenes, dating standards, and altogether incredible college town atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've found it important to surround yourself with people who let you be who you are. I don't care what people think of me. I really don't. I'm unusual, unique, weird, whatever you want to call it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well i've rewritten this post about 5 times today, and i've completely lost my train of thought or where i was going with this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=califII-40.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/califII-40.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. living with Chloe these past couple days makes me excited to be living with friends in a couple weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-5749954650202653901?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5749954650202653901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=5749954650202653901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5749954650202653901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5749954650202653901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-my-face.html' title='This is my face.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-9115428536485237246</id><published>2011-08-10T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T09:33:11.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's the day! I'm moving out. Then, Grace's bachelorette party, then next stop: VEGAS! Me and Chlo are getting a hotel for the night so break up the drive to California! Its our yearly trip to California with my girls. I am so excited to see everyone, and to go to the beach! And mostly, to get out of Provo. You know, its good to get out of here every once in a while. Provo can get stuffy and frustrating. Its easy to get wrapped up in the whole social scene, which is what i hate most about this place, and kind of forget who you really are. I love going home to be around my family, or my best friends, to get my head on straight and remember who i am and who i want to be. So i'm looking forward to it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beach.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/beach.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, better get to packing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh p.s. you should watch this video...its pretty much stuck in my head ALL THE TIME. hahaha really though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4maM0eMokiE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-9115428536485237246?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/9115428536485237246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=9115428536485237246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/9115428536485237246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/9115428536485237246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/08/getting-out.html' title='Getting Out'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4maM0eMokiE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-5766690312247235014</id><published>2011-08-09T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T16:36:49.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girlie girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets be honest, I'm not the girliest girl you know. Never have been. I mean, i love to get all dolled up, what girl doesn't! I just hate getting SO done up every single day. I like to look somewhat like i know what I'm doing, &amp;amp; wear clothes that I like, not just what's trendy right now.I don't like to try too hard to look good, and i like to be comfortable. My style, whatever it is, is a result of a combination of this things. This last week, i tried to be really girly. I think i wore make up every single day (outrageous, i know). I don't know why i did it. Maybe i was just bored, maybe I'm just getting warmed up for the new school year, maybe i just wanted to be super cute for a certain boy. Who knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there's one thing that makes me feel girl, it's Lipstick. I got this bright pink color at BareMinerals. As far as lipsticks go, i'm absolutely no expert. But i liked it! I think i got those cute chandelear earings for like 2 bucks somewhere, and that shirt for 3 dollars at a vintage store. What a steal, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=QcNXoz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/QcNXoz.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I by no means consider myself a style expert. I love fashion, but i certainly don't know as much as a think i do. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whats makes you feel girly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-5766690312247235014?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5766690312247235014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=5766690312247235014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5766690312247235014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5766690312247235014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/08/girlie-girl.html' title='girlie girl.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-5647635263220351427</id><published>2011-08-08T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:48:52.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang! Bang! Simplified.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, if you're ever around me, you know that i wear a bullet casing around my neck. Why? Just because i like it and i want to. It has nothing to do with the fact that i like to shoot guns, which i do. Last week we went shooting on the other side of utah lake. It was a lot of fun, especially since i haven't shot guns in so long! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weapon of choice: AK-47.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=txeNnb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/txeNnb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=guns.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/guns.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=guns-12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/guns-12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news, i'm moving out this week! I've been trying to get things packed up all weekend. I actually kind of enjoy moving! I've been getting rid of SO much. Clothes, jewelry, all types of things! I feel like i have way too much stuff. Is it just me? i mean, its my whole life. I'm moving my whole life, of course its going to be a lot. I've just been trying to really simplify my life this year. You know, let go of things and move on, simply. Am i the only one who has this problem? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-5647635263220351427?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5647635263220351427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=5647635263220351427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5647635263220351427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5647635263220351427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/08/bang-bang-simplified.html' title='Bang! Bang! Simplified.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-8583850960871442958</id><published>2011-08-05T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:11:57.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laxing for Humanity, but not really</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know, Laxing sounds like something super gross. hahah idk, these guys call is LAX so whatever, points for creativity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i did another new thing! I have these friends, Taylor and Kyle, who are really good at Lacrosse, and they taught me how to be really good at lacrosse. hahaha seriously kidding, but i did learn how. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG959225.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMG959225.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also got the opportunity to volunteer for Habitat for Humanity. We got up early on Saturday and went down to Springville to help build a house! I don't really know anything about building houses, so i didn't know what to expect. It was such a neat experience though. It was crazy to think that we, a bunch of college-aged kids were actually building these people's house. If we wanted to put shelves in this closet, we put shelves in. We were the planners, we were the builders. It was crazy! It was neat to think a family would build all their incredible memories in that place. It was a lot of fun too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0720.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0720.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0732.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0732.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shot_1312038257224.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/shot_1312038257224.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0731.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMAG0731.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-8583850960871442958?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8583850960871442958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=8583850960871442958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8583850960871442958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8583850960871442958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/08/laxing-for-humanity.html' title='Laxing for Humanity, but not really'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-5481384172185866405</id><published>2011-08-03T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T01:03:26.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bloggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey everyone so remember that quote blog i was talking about? Well its up &amp;amp; running. I had some fonts in there that i just realized aren't web safe, aka you can't see them. So sorry about that. But enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;click &lt;a href="http://THEWORDSQUOTEBLOG.BLOGSPOT.COM"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to go to the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnMLT9IHWN8/TjnbVn1jVPI/AAAAAAAABHo/M1B8DdQY7OY/s400/PmGFKI.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636777573148218610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-5481384172185866405?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5481384172185866405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=5481384172185866405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5481384172185866405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5481384172185866405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-bloggle.html' title='New Bloggle'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnMLT9IHWN8/TjnbVn1jVPI/AAAAAAAABHo/M1B8DdQY7OY/s72-c/PmGFKI.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-1372816569941402883</id><published>2011-08-02T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T05:45:46.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chlo Bo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soo Chloe is a total workaholic, so we don't get to hang out much. But the other night we went and got pizza and it was probably the funniest night. We got our pizza and just sat right in front of Papa Johns on the side of the street and ate it. Yep, just right there on the ground. We didn't care. We laughed so hard, and i even let her teach me some STUCO cheers. (beaver 4 beaver 5...)Seriously we have so much fun together. It makes me miss not only my family, but my best friends too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/August/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shot_1311827719651.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/August/shot_1311827719651.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/August/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shot_1311827551046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/August/shot_1311827551046.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how do you feel about pizza for breakfast? i think i could eat it as any meal of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-1372816569941402883?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1372816569941402883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=1372816569941402883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1372816569941402883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1372816569941402883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/08/chlo-bo.html' title='Chlo Bo'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/August/th_shot_1311827719651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-1337630523411518125</id><published>2011-07-28T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:13:44.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quotationary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're close to me in real life, you know that i love quotes. Maybe its because i am so terrible at putting anything i think into my own words, or maybe its because i think we just have to much we can learn from other people. I think a lot of times i love quotes because hearing other people's words lets you kind of see things in another light. As lame as it may sound, many times in my life i've read a quote that has really stuck with me and affected me, and a lot have made me who i am today (of course with a million other things in my life). My senior year of high school i made a quote book of all my favorite quotes and scriptures, and gave a copy to all the people closest to me. I love looking at blogs that have typography posts, such as &lt;a href="http://icanread.tumblr.com/"&gt;i can read&lt;/a&gt;. I own more quote books than real books. I just love quotes, its as simple as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i've decided that i'm going to start a blog, or maybe just add a section on to here, and just post a new quote every day, to share with you. No, i won't make them into fancy picture things with quotes. No, they won't all be about love. No, they won't all just be lyrics to popular songs. There will be variety and quality. I don't know if anyone will read it, but if nothing else it will just be a place where i keep my favorites. I'll keep you posted when its up and running!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shot_1311868665547.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shot_1311868665547.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/shot_1311868665547.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-1337630523411518125?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1337630523411518125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=1337630523411518125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1337630523411518125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1337630523411518125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/07/quotationary.html' title='The Quotationary'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/th_shot_1311868665547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-2759108252724681677</id><published>2011-07-24T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:24:20.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being a part of one of my best friend's weddings was seriously the coolest thing. I love Amanda and Robby, and it was great to see two people who loved each other get married! Not only was it a great time because all my best friends were there, but it was just really cool seeing two people who really loved each other. Those sentences were absolutely repetitive but i just don't know how to explain it. just incredible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had a wedding dinner the night before. It was a fiesta! Of course, they had some mexican popsicles. YUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-19.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-19.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the dinner we went out for a little bachelorette party! Gelato! YUM! (i'm beginning to see a pattern with the ice cream. we love it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-22.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-22.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day we went to the temple to see them come out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-23.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-23.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-26.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-26.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went home and all got ready for the reception! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-30.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-30.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-39.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-39.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-34.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-34.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-49.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-49.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was the best weekend ever. Who's next!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-51.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-51.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-2759108252724681677?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2759108252724681677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=2759108252724681677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2759108252724681677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2759108252724681677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/07/amandas-wedding.html' title='Amanda&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/th_amandawedding-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-5614195621177018151</id><published>2011-07-19T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T09:49:18.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yesterday, miss &lt;a href="http://www.jendances.blogspot.com"&gt;Jen Ballard&lt;/a&gt; posted a status on her facebook about needing new music, and i had a whole heap of songs to share with her. I absolutely LOVE sharing music with people. love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, I just realized i never blog about music. WHAT!? Music is the most important thing to me, it is what i am most passionate about in life. HOW have i not shared this with everyone? it brings pain to my soul. Okay i'm being a little dramatic, but seriously! Where has my mind been. Absolutely outrageous. I am ashamed. Okay now getting to it. Here are a few of my favorite songs as of late that i think all of you should know about. (These are only links to the Youtube video of the song until i finish figuring out how to upload them to my blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a varitey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once again, sorry for the bad quality of the youtube videos and whatever. i'll improve for the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWRi7gDYjVY"&gt;Oh Land - Sun of a Gun&lt;/a&gt; (check out the Jacob Plant Remix too, but i really love the original) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZj13OHrtIk"&gt;Kid Cudi -Up Up &amp;amp; Away&lt;/a&gt; (make sure you get the clean version, i've got the whole album if you want me to send you a clean track)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2CA01ZeVLY"&gt;Winter is Coming&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8a4iiOnzsc"&gt;Welcome Home&lt;/a&gt; -Radical Face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wt-2Y2fV6gU"&gt;Cathedrals&lt;/a&gt; -Jump Little Children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBrYuNGXlxE"&gt;Sojourn&lt;/a&gt; -Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFSmvZRLZWU&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;You Are the One&lt;/a&gt; -Shiny Toy Guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-33.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-33.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little preview of the next post about Amanda's Wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-5614195621177018151?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5614195621177018151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=5614195621177018151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5614195621177018151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5614195621177018151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/07/of-july.html' title='of July'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/th_amandawedding-33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-1132081711480720169</id><published>2011-07-19T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:02:51.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awxy Harry oo me likey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay okay okay, so, we all saw HP and it was amazing. Lets be honest, it just was. Yeah, some people feel like their childhood is ending and its some big thing, but i just was sad that the movies are over because i really like them hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here is us standing in line outside for 5 billion hours. jk only like a couple because we totally cut in line with people. it was awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what i like to call 'Awxy' modeling. Its this new thing where you pose really awkward but it looks really sexy. Me and Emily are professionals so if you want us to model for you for money, its fine just give us a call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so this is Chloe, she was way more sentimental about this whole experience than i was. But she should have been. She dressed up as a Hogwarts student, and it was simply adorable. She wore the robe that she wore to the first Harry Potter movie we went to (&lt;a href="http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/07/dagurlshp7.html"&gt;see last post&lt;/a&gt;). She and kaitlyn cried. So much. It was so tender, and i loved it. I tried to cry but all i could get was teary eyed, but it was totally genuine don't worry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And THIS is the best part. I'm sorry if this embarrasses you Emily, but this is just the best thing of my life and you should laugh about it too. Any moment that anyone has that could've been taken right out of a movie should just be cherished. SO here's what happened. We went and got drinks and popcorn, and were taking it back to our seat. We sat on the last row in the front section, so we were just behind the seats putting our stuff down. Just like any other midnight showing, there were some goobers with beach balls, hitting them around the theater. Just after we put our drinks down, someone in the front row just smacked the ball so hard, sending it straight at Emily and her popcorn. I think i saw this next part in slow motion...the popcorn exploded. It went everywhere! It flew in every direction. The whole theater all gave a really loud 'Ooooo....'. I was really sad. But i went and got her more popcorn and then she was happy. Obviously this isn't the happy picture, but this is the saddest picture i've ever seen and it is just too great to not share. Its funny today though, right Em?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=amandawedding-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/amandawedding-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe the best thing of the night were all of Emily's stupid Harry Potter Jokes, they were AWESOME. I don't remember all of them but i just remember that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're momma's so ugly that they names Hogwarts after her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;great times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was your favorite part of HP!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-1132081711480720169?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1132081711480720169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=1132081711480720169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1132081711480720169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1132081711480720169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/07/awxy-harry-oo-me-likey.html' title='Awxy Harry oo me likey'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/th_amandawedding-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-2483355198776804229</id><published>2011-07-13T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T18:56:26.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dagurls/hp7?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So tomorrow, me and &lt;a href="http://allthecrazylittlethingsinthemindofme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chloe&lt;/a&gt; are driving down to AZ for &lt;a href="http://amandacgiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda's&lt;/a&gt; wedding! I really can't believe one of my best friends are getting married! She and her fiance, Robby, are simply adorable. I really love them. They just got a bunch of tickets for everyone to go to the midnight showing of Harry Potter with them, no biggie. That should be fun after a whole day of driving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02317.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/DSC02317.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and want to hear something great? So the first time i saw Harry Potter, as in the first movie, was the first time i had ever even heard of Harry Potter. I was too busy playing sports and doing other things to read. Anyway, from what i remember, my mom, Chloe's mom, and Abby's mom took us all out of school early and took us to an afternoon showing. Chloe and &lt;a href="http://abbeehuish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt; were all about it, had their robes, wands, and were stoked beyond all belief. I, on the other hand, thought it was stupid that they were wearing capes, and when my mom tried to make me one, i think i put up a fight. Haha i wish i had a picture of it. So i went to the first with cousins, and now i'm going to the last, with..one cousin, at least. With my life, i'll probably run into a million other cousins this year too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02336.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/DSC02336.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to be honest though i don't know if i'm going to dress up! What do you think? Are you going? Are  you dressing up? What as? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-2483355198776804229?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2483355198776804229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=2483355198776804229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2483355198776804229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2483355198776804229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/07/dagurlshp7.html' title='dagurls/hp7?'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/th_DSC02317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-1817902162697172589</id><published>2011-07-11T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:55:05.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Chad, with love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i have this friend named Chad. And he wanted, more than anything, to give our friend, and his roommate, Dick, his favorite treat for his birthday (excessive commas, i know). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAKE POPS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; There was only one problem though. Well, actually there were two. 1) These things are sold NOWHERE. 2) Chad was leaving for california. SO i took it upon myself to make them for him. From Chad, with love. Because it was late at night and it was somewhat unplanned, i had to improvise with what i could pick up at Macy's at 11pm. There were some struggles but in the end they turned out fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was too lazy to get out my camera, and it was dead from my Montana trip anyway, so these droid pics will just have to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSxr-rYjN-Y/ThuKlsndH1I/AAAAAAAABEE/TkdoLdyjXbY/s1600/IMAG0630.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSxr-rYjN-Y/ThuKlsndH1I/AAAAAAAABEE/TkdoLdyjXbY/s400/IMAG0630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628244539566006098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First i baked a French Vanilla cake, and put it in my Bosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then i added about 2 cups of Cheese Cream Frosting, to give it the consistency of dough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that i rolled the dough(?) in balls and set it on wax paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHvRdjKpXRM/ThuKl2gSh9I/AAAAAAAABEM/KS2jn6AhWFs/s1600/IMAG0633.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHvRdjKpXRM/ThuKl2gSh9I/AAAAAAAABEM/KS2jn6AhWFs/s400/IMAG0633.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628244542220306386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then i melted Milk Chocolate Chips. I guess you're supposed to use other stuff, like those candy things, but this worked too! The first thing i did was dip the sticks (i couldn't find the real pop sticks so i just used skewers!) in the melted chocolate and then into the cake balls. Then i put them in the fridge to cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFTlS4rt4XQ/ThuKmHeL9pI/AAAAAAAABEU/lrk1xhRtcWE/s1600/IMAG0634.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFTlS4rt4XQ/ThuKmHeL9pI/AAAAAAAABEU/lrk1xhRtcWE/s400/IMAG0634.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628244546774890130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After letting them cool for a while (i actually left them in there overnight because it was about 1 am at this point and i was TIRED!) i took them out and dipped them in the chocolate. i let the excess chocolate run off and kind of smoothed out a few of them, and put some sprinkles on a few too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again, i didn't have some cute anything to put them in, so i bought one of those green styrofoam things you put in fake flower pots, and covered it with duct tape. Ugly, i know, but he's a guy, i don't he really cared what it looked like.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgkqN4JRpi8/ThuKmDLQ7vI/AAAAAAAABEc/5mOjO6X84zU/s1600/IMAG0636.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgkqN4JRpi8/ThuKmDLQ7vI/AAAAAAAABEc/5mOjO6X84zU/s400/IMAG0636.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628244545621782258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, i think they turned out nicely, and Dick liked them! Mission accomplished?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All i can say is i CANNOT wait will i move into my apartment with my HUGE kitchen. I love it here, but i need to bake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-1817902162697172589?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1817902162697172589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=1817902162697172589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1817902162697172589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1817902162697172589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/07/from-chad-with-love.html' title='From Chad, with love.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSxr-rYjN-Y/ThuKlsndH1I/AAAAAAAABEE/TkdoLdyjXbY/s72-c/IMAG0630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-594547879195378528</id><published>2011-07-08T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:14:34.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ctrl+Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i was thinking. Well, let me start from the beginning. Actually, there's not really a beginning or an end because this isn't really a story its more of a though process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I was talking to my co-workers last week about how if you want to undo anything on your computer you just click ctrl+z. If you delete something, it undeletes it, if you do anything basically it just undos it. I called it the 'Universal Undo' (of course referring to computers). I happened to be using it a lot this week, and i started thinking how some people talk about 'What if life had an undo button?' So i though, what would life really be like if we did have a real Universal Undo button for life! Then i thought this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there were such thing as an Undo button in life, we'd never get anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think about it. If we could undo anything we did, we'd all become perfectionist, undoing actions left and right that we didn't think were perfect or right. Mistakes are what shape out lives. Not only mistakes, but just the everyday choices that we make! Yeah, there are things we wish we had done, or not done, but those choices we made are what created this life we have now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so happy with my life right now. I am happy where i am, what i am doing, and i am excited for the future. I love that i can't wait to move forward and to see what's next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/July/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;picture from last summer @ the spot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-594547879195378528?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/594547879195378528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-2989639557529758042</id><published>2011-07-06T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T15:27:54.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, i don't have much time now, but needless to say, Montana was incredible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hiked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;swam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;great food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beautiful mountains &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wild animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;summer lovin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;farmers markets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;napped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;adventured&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fireworks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more fireworks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rooftops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-8461714196551528737</id><published>2011-06-23T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T16:49:52.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY YOU GUYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although it was only the second official day of summer, we decided there was NO time to lose, so we'd better get started on that summer list of ours! So, we hit up the Scera Shell Outdoor Theatre for a showing of Goonies under the stars. It was, in fact, a very wonderful summer night. We brought blankets to sit on and snacks to enjoy. The best were the Strawberries and Cream we picked up along the way. It was the best decision we could have made. It was amazing! The whole night turned out to be a lot of fun. Every time i looked up at the sky i couldn't believe how happy i was. My life is seriously so great right now. I'm surrounded by people i love, doing things i love, and even thought not &lt;i&gt;everything &lt;/i&gt;goes my way, i can always find something to be happy about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/IMG_7180.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7146.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/IMG_7146.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8461714196551528737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8461714196551528737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-you-guys.html' title='HEY YOU GUYS!'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/th_IMG_7180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-3078200500805497521</id><published>2011-06-22T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T07:02:11.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my first Rodeo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually thats not true, it was in fact my very first Rodeo! And let me tell you, it was a BLAST! We all head down to PG for Strawberry Days. I already knew that i was going to have the best night of my life because there were going to be strawberries there (my favsss), but i certainly did not expect to love it this much! I loved being around the bulls, horses, cowboys, and everything country! I felt like i was at home, it was incredible. Jess fortunately had her camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6847.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/IMG_6847.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6907.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/IMG_6907.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6861.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/IMG_6861.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6854.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/IMG_6854.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6860.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/IMG_6860.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6928.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/IMG_6928.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6999.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/IMG_6999.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 Strawberries &amp;amp; Creme and a few Cowboys later, i was exhausted! We ended up hanging out with some of the guys in the rodeo the next night. That will be one night i will not forget. Me and Jess got lost in Payson for almost an hour! It was a preeetty exciting weekend though. I think we are going to head down to the Lehi Rodeo this weekend! You are welcome to join :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_7038.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/IMG_7038.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-3078200500805497521?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3078200500805497521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=3078200500805497521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3078200500805497521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3078200500805497521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-my-first-rodeo.html' title='Not my first Rodeo...'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/th_IMG_6847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-8813279320277918814</id><published>2011-06-16T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T20:34:09.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, you're a firework.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last weekend i went to my very first Carnival! It wasn't that big of a deal that it was my first, i don't know why i said that, and to be honest i'm too lazy right now and go back and delete it. Moving on...it was fun! We only got to ride one ride because the lines were insanely long, but it just so happened to be the ride i had been talking about earlier that night. It was the only one i remember going on when my mom took us to the State Fair when i was little. Incredible i tell you. haha it was seriously so fun. Me and Mark got separated from the rest of the group so we just kinda cut in line and got on it! When we got off the ride, the fireworks started! Literally...there was a firework show, and it was awesome! It was a total sand lot night. (minus the tobacco) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FxCam_1307851785514.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/FxCam_1307851785514.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well anyway, i am totally burned out. STILL. I finished both of my finals in &lt;b&gt;ONE DAY&lt;/b&gt;! It was great, and i did pretty well on both of them. My brain is seriously so fried though. today i forgot my computer when i went to work. That was an idiot thing to do because i work on websites; therefore, i need my computer. Not only that but yesterday i got in the shower &lt;i&gt;WITH MY CLOTHES ON.&lt;/i&gt; yeah, thats my life right now. Haha i am trying to hard to have energy but it is just so hard guys. brain = jell-o. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, this post was a little pointless and i apologize for that, but i can say that i did my &lt;b&gt;NEW THING&lt;/b&gt; for this week! (if you don't remember what thats about, i made a new years resolution to do something i've never done before every week) Once i get pictures, i'll post! Just a little hint...you can call me Tiger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-8813279320277918814?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8813279320277918814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=8813279320277918814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8813279320277918814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8813279320277918814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-youre-firework.html' title='Baby, you&apos;re a firework.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/th_FxCam_1307851785514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-380673073102690459</id><published>2011-06-14T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:10:57.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>burned out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry the blog has been slacking recently. Its because of my MONSTER of a project for my Advertising 101 class. I will tell you something, that thing was a BEAST. That class may be easy in a regular semester, but when you take it in Spring and the time is cut in half, holy moly. Anyway, last week was seriously the busiest eek of my entire life. The whole week i was so busy and so stressed that the whole time i wanted to cry. The thing is, i didn't even have time to cry! Yes! Really! You know the feeling you get when you totally put off doing a really important project, then the day/night before, you're just totally freaking out!? Yeah, well, we &lt;b&gt;didn't&lt;/b&gt; procrastinate at all, and thats how the last couple weeks have felt. I finished the week off with a trip to Fedex to get out final Ad Campaign printed. We were there till 3:30 in the morning. incredible. Well, the finished product looked great and our presentation went reaally well! Afterwards, we all went out to dinner to celebrate, then stopped  by Jen's (mansion?) that she lives in and played a little bit. (then of course finished the night off with bachelorette at jordan's house, duh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FxCam_1307948835282.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/FxCam_1307948835282.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FEDEX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0545.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/IMAG0545.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;proof. i had no time for ANYTHING. slightly embarrassed, but its the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAG0546.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/IMAG0546.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right before we were giving our presentation! They were freaking out juuust a little!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We HAD to celebrate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=prokjredct.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/prokjredct.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=prokjredct-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/prokjredct-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=prokjredct-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/prokjredct-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=prokjredct-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/prokjredct-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, i am SO glad its over. I still have 2 finals to take tomorrow, but all i want to do is sleep, NOT study.  Still, those seem like a total breeze compared to this last week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-380673073102690459?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/380673073102690459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=380673073102690459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/380673073102690459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/380673073102690459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/06/burned-out.html' title='burned out.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/th_FxCam_1307948835282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-7443415461724002446</id><published>2011-06-07T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:53:44.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing i've realized about myself lately is my &lt;i&gt;passion&lt;/i&gt; for surprise. I absolutely LOVE surprising people. I love the looks on their faces, and how happy they get when they are surprised with something they love. BUT despite how much i enjoy surprising people with EXACTLY what they want, i do not enjoy surprises whatsoever. Except when my friends surprise me for my birthday. Birthdays are the best opportunity for surprise. So in honor of that special day for my dear cousin, Chloe, we threw her a surprise birthday! With a little something extra. (we'll get to the extra later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chloe-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/chloe-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The birthday girl. Chloe is quite possibly the most adorable person i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;cake made by yours truly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chloe.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/chloe.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls. I don't know what i'd do without them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKAY. Now this is the most exciting part of the whole thing, in my opinion. So for months, Chloe had been going on and on about how obsessed she was with the new Hobo wallet at Nordstrom, and how it was $100, and how she was saving up for it. This is where my love for surprises, and giving people exactly what they want comes in. I just knew it, she just HAD to have that wallet for her birthday. We collected the money, and we were going to buy it for her, but it turns out there were like 7 different versions, so we decided not to. DONT worry, the plan still worked. We took my old walled (a beaten up piece of...crud...that was held together by superglue, and look totally trashed...because it was.), put a $100 bill in it, and wrote "Hobo" on the outside. Get it? "Hobo Wallet" haaaa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so anyway here's how the surprise went. so presh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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%2Fvid30.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fc319%2Fbrookelebaron%2FJune%25202011%2FMAH04103.mp4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not at all to our surprise, the very next day she sent us a picture of her brand new Hobo wallet she had picked up from Nordstrom. Love that girl, just can't get enough. Not only a cousin, but a best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's another surprise that i'm planning soon...if it goes well, you may get to hear the deets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-7443415461724002446?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7443415461724002446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=7443415461724002446&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7443415461724002446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7443415461724002446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/06/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!!!!'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/June%202011/th_chloe-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-2562192159369953376</id><published>2011-06-03T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:19:55.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey everyone, check out this video my group made for our comms class. let me know what you think about the info you learn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2iDRKf5xMXQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and share with your friends and family!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-2562192159369953376?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2562192159369953376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=2562192159369953376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2562192159369953376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2562192159369953376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/06/tv.html' title='TV'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2iDRKf5xMXQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-5580024354588338654</id><published>2011-05-29T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T18:03:24.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the river</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's nothing like spending time with your best friend. This weekend i got to go to the river with Kait! Okay, we weren't the only ones there, but if you promise not to tell anyone, she's the only reason i went. It was a blaaast! If you've ever been tubing down the salt river in arizona, you know about all the things that go on there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people drinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people smoking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people drinking AND smoking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people throwing marshmallows at each other (i still don't get that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;few more totally wasted people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a ton of white trash (both figuratively and literally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We both walked away with an arizona tan. You got it-tan on the front, white on the back. solid. I miss her. AND I miss the Arizona weather! Its been raining ever since i got back, and it'll be like this for the next three days. Thanks a lot Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/may2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=river-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/may2011/river-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/may2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=river.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/may2011/river.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/may2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=river-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/may2011/river-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/may2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=river-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/may2011/river-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-5580024354588338654?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5580024354588338654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=5580024354588338654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5580024354588338654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5580024354588338654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/river.html' title='the river'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/may2011/th_river-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-4577274230659622410</id><published>2011-05-24T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T07:33:07.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure all of you who watch the Bachelorette have seen the season premiere. I am not going to blog all of my suspicions and assumptions and opinions quite yet, because those of you who hate the show will only get angrier than yet another blog's morning post is about the show. Needless to say, Ashley made some pretty big mistakes last night. We'll just leave it at that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-4577274230659622410?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4577274230659622410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=4577274230659622410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4577274230659622410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4577274230659622410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/bach.html' title='The Bach.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-2616873990703492383</id><published>2011-05-23T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T12:12:24.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Triple Threat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So last week i discovered this baking site. One particular post caught my eye: &lt;a href="http://www.cakespy.com/blog/2009/5/27/triple-threat-the-cookie-cake-pie.html"&gt;The Triple Threat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is about the '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Trinity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' of baking, or a '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cookie Cake Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.' The moment i saw it, i knew we had to try it. I showed my roommates and it was settled. We were going to make&lt;i&gt; The Triple Threat.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's basically what it is. Pie Crust, with chocolate chip cookie dough, and funfetti cake, topped with cream cheese frosting. Here's how it went: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=triplethreat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/triplethreat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren made a pie crust from scratch and split it in two, making two pies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=triplethreat-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/triplethreat-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then made chocolate chip cookie dough with Megan's perfected recipe! Let me tell you, it was absolutely perfect. We smashed it down into the bottom of the pan. We ended up having extra, which we  most definitely used. (i'll get to that later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=triplethreat-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/triplethreat-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that we made the cake batter and poured it in! There was definitely extra batter, which we also used, and I will also get to later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OVEN TIME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to bake it at a lower temperature for longer, so it would bake all the way through. I think we did 300-325 till it was all the way cooked through. I think this took about 40 minutes? We just did the toothpick test. Comes out clean, done! money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meanwhile, we used the left overs to make our own little creations! We put the cookie dough in the cupcake liners, added a layer of Nutella, and topped it off with the extra cake batter. Holy Moly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=triplethreat-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/triplethreat-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=triplethreat-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/triplethreat-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=triplethreat-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/triplethreat-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the pies were done, we let them cool then frosted them, and added sprinkles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=triplethreat-7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/triplethreat-7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=triplethreat-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/triplethreat-8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a little celebration, we devoured that thing! And i will tell you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=triplethreat-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/triplethreat-9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically its the best thing any of us had ever tasted. i HIGHLY recommend trying this. In fact, while composing this blog post, i've eaten three slices of the 2nd pie. Seriously, its delicious. Well worth the miserable work out i will have today, as a result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-2616873990703492383?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2616873990703492383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=2616873990703492383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2616873990703492383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2616873990703492383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/triple-threat.html' title='The Triple Threat'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-1124952720854803517</id><published>2011-05-19T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T18:32:18.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me likey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a little obsessed with two things right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) this 'Admission' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(come on people, its gold.)&lt;/span&gt; nail polish from Urban Outfitters. I've never been much of a nail polish kind of person. But i will admit, lately i've been addicted to it. And it gold! i just like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEVbZqo4rOY/TdXA1yklLoI/AAAAAAAABDY/U3NhxMbf_2E/s1600/Photo%2B83.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEVbZqo4rOY/TdXA1yklLoI/AAAAAAAABDY/U3NhxMbf_2E/s400/Photo%2B83.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608600941300625026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) my 'Cherries on Top' lipstick from Bare Escentuals. I, along with many other women, am in &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; with their face make up, but i loved finding out about their great lipstick! Just incredible, and seriously awesome for spring. Now if it would only stop raining and being 30˚ so spring can actually be here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ja5ROFYKrqM/TdXA1pHu_bI/AAAAAAAABDQ/36vaMmFUAQk/s1600/Photo%2B60.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ja5ROFYKrqM/TdXA1pHu_bI/AAAAAAAABDQ/36vaMmFUAQk/s400/Photo%2B60.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608600938763713970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;also, this is just one of my favorite pictures. crazy time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-1124952720854803517?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1124952720854803517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=1124952720854803517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1124952720854803517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1124952720854803517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-likey.html' title='me likey.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEVbZqo4rOY/TdXA1yklLoI/AAAAAAAABDY/U3NhxMbf_2E/s72-c/Photo%2B83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-6918126528649957432</id><published>2011-05-18T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:16:39.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>incredible love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my dear friend Michael showed me this video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sooo adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tHqFWYYOUAM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;check out this one too:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0pobDrNHoi8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-6918126528649957432?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6918126528649957432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=6918126528649957432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6918126528649957432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6918126528649957432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/incredible-love.html' title='incredible love'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tHqFWYYOUAM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-7666358603984420075</id><published>2011-05-17T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T01:49:45.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not something you want to read about.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This may not be something you want to read about AT ALL, but i just wanted to put it out there. For me. This is my blog, after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess where i was One Year Ago, &lt;i&gt;today&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, you got it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Arkansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As some of you remember, i flew out there to visit Ty, and surprise him on his birthday. It kind of turned out to be the best week of my life! I can't put pictures of every single thing we did, that would get annoying. But here are some of the highlights of that trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;video of me surprising him at the airport:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(he thought he was there to pick up his grandma)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab1076fae9f06a68" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab1076fae9f06a68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68862C66A379E79DAA555301315B40A05A2E1212.6F45DFF0B1612CA82BCFC41963BB28B718717A2C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab1076fae9f06a68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkiaWdrGwtb1nB6BL8vK_4JRFbgA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab1076fae9f06a68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68862C66A379E79DAA555301315B40A05A2E1212.6F45DFF0B1612CA82BCFC41963BB28B718717A2C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab1076fae9f06a68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkiaWdrGwtb1nB6BL8vK_4JRFbgA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catching Fireflies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love fireflies. kind of obsessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LWbqykGmwdQ/TdIzej3HZlI/AAAAAAAABDA/Ilxa86760A4/s1600/ty-6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LWbqykGmwdQ/TdIzej3HZlI/AAAAAAAABDA/Ilxa86760A4/s400/ty-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607601086145193554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;picnic on the lake:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he had his own row boat he had fixed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2VIoBDHdOo/TdIzeRViqwI/AAAAAAAABC4/NGSwdK5N2QQ/s1600/ty-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2VIoBDHdOo/TdIzeRViqwI/AAAAAAAABC4/NGSwdK5N2QQ/s400/ty-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607601081172536066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88iOphEGDzc/TdIzde866_I/AAAAAAAABCo/og_PbITrfaQ/s1600/ty-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88iOphEGDzc/TdIzde866_I/AAAAAAAABCo/og_PbITrfaQ/s400/ty-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607601067647495154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fishing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the besssst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--H4ixrJLbCg/TdIzc9_cAyI/AAAAAAAABCg/9WexTMGOEqQ/s1600/ty-2-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--H4ixrJLbCg/TdIzc9_cAyI/AAAAAAAABCg/9WexTMGOEqQ/s400/ty-2-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607601058799682338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His mom told the people it was my birthday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was definitely Ty's. They all got a good laugh out of my embarrassment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its amazing to think about all the things that have happened since  then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-485385a01cae4ad3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D485385a01cae4ad3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EDC3D99D9773E92A79402D334A133CED8C60911.1260BD1277DB9B1DE8304663F6743D526754491F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D485385a01cae4ad3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl2AZdOwoVubCaaxoyH3M3BD35Dg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D485385a01cae4ad3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331282176%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5EDC3D99D9773E92A79402D334A133CED8C60911.1260BD1277DB9B1DE8304663F6743D526754491F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D485385a01cae4ad3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl2AZdOwoVubCaaxoyH3M3BD35Dg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lake:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;around where we spend most of our days and nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nBhTuJ-gJoU/TdI2MKC5bYI/AAAAAAAABDI/NVLx5I0Nwhw/s400/tyguy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607604068512525698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Ty Guy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(totally won't see this, oh well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-7666358603984420075?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7666358603984420075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=7666358603984420075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7666358603984420075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7666358603984420075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-something-you-want-to-read-about.html' title='not something you want to read about.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LWbqykGmwdQ/TdIzej3HZlI/AAAAAAAABDA/Ilxa86760A4/s72-c/ty-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-4812951765520859759</id><published>2011-05-14T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:05:32.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoe fly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wanna know what i did this friday night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwHJ6dndWzo/Tc8EaLW9cOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hJN8SGrnYGI/s1600/IMAG0470.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night for about 3 hours i had a total 007 episode with this GINORMOUS fly. NOT even kidding i'll post a picture of it. i killed it, i swear, 3 times. then the fourth time i trapped it and took it as a POW. i was gonna wait till the next morning to deal with it, but he escaped! i got him another time, and i watched him on his back, twitching, until he lay completely still. but when i got up this morning, he was GONE! no body to be found. and i've been hearing buzzing all day. i think its his ghost, haunting me in this gosh forsaken house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwHJ6dndWzo/Tc8EaLW9cOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hJN8SGrnYGI/s400/IMAG0470.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606704908871758050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note, i had probably the most successful shopping day at Last Chance. Let me tell you, those years of basketball sure payed off! If you've ever been there, you know exactly what i'm talking about. If not, i'll give you the short version of how it works. They rope off an isle of shoes, and restock. Nobody's allowed in, nobody's allowed to crowd, nothin. Meanwhile, everyone walks around near the isle, checking out what shoes they're putting out. You know, just scoping, getting ready for battle. Then when they unhook the ropes and move out of the way, you go in for the kill. I'll tell you what, i was in the zooone this weekend. Boxing out ladies left and right. And i came away with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve Madden Oxfords (1) $15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvvCpYETbkA/TdF0wXSuenI/AAAAAAAABCQ/0IxWL8BRxbU/s1600/FxCam_1305571718885.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvvCpYETbkA/TdF0wXSuenI/AAAAAAAABCQ/0IxWL8BRxbU/s400/FxCam_1305571718885.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607391385288079986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sperry Topsiders (2) $30 each&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvIjsuO5PVA/TdF04v8d4aI/AAAAAAAABCY/kLxscf-9T_w/s1600/FxCam_1305571755774.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvIjsuO5PVA/TdF04v8d4aI/AAAAAAAABCY/kLxscf-9T_w/s400/FxCam_1305571755774.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607391529344557474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOMS (2) $9 and $18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fw4EZKfmRKs/TdF0mks1UQI/AAAAAAAABCI/iCfHSn-wIS4/s400/FxCam_1305571824767.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607391217088549122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one. giant. success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-4812951765520859759?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4812951765520859759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=4812951765520859759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4812951765520859759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4812951765520859759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/shoe-fly.html' title='shoe fly...'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qwHJ6dndWzo/Tc8EaLW9cOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hJN8SGrnYGI/s72-c/IMAG0470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-7590558717270457594</id><published>2011-05-14T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:06:12.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion and peanut butter go together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only life could be as simple as wearing cute clothes, taking pictures, and posting them on a blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and of course, that works for &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and for &lt;i&gt;others&lt;/i&gt;, just stalking all of them is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...which is what i did for a few hours this morning as i completely DEMOLISHED a box of Peanut Butter Crunch! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(i don't buy sugar cereal up at school, so i have to binge a little at home) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-Q7Ob8b_mg/Tc713hSDqcI/AAAAAAAABB4/oFYOiUe-yo8/s1600/Photo%2B84.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-Q7Ob8b_mg/Tc713hSDqcI/AAAAAAAABB4/oFYOiUe-yo8/s400/Photo%2B84.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606688920298564034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here are a few of my favorites as of late:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://writingrainbows.blogspot.com/"&gt;i believe in unicorns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keikolynn.com/"&gt;keiko lynn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blushingambition.blogspot.com/"&gt;blushing ambition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fashiontoast.com/"&gt;fashiontoast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enjoy. and if you have any other newly discovered favorites? feel free to share :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-7590558717270457594?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7590558717270457594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=7590558717270457594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7590558717270457594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7590558717270457594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/fashion-and-peanut-butter-go-together.html' title='fashion and peanut butter go together.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-Q7Ob8b_mg/Tc713hSDqcI/AAAAAAAABB4/oFYOiUe-yo8/s72-c/Photo%2B84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-2979562708800133683</id><published>2011-05-13T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:16:44.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Backyard Tacos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When i come down to Arizona, one of the things i MUST to is eat dirty Mexican food. I mean, the reaaaal stuff. Usually, we'd go to Backyard Tacos. Well, for the time it was open. Unfortunately, its closed. Apparently its illegal to have a lucrative mexican restaurant right out of your back yard! (sarcasm...) I'd like to take a moment and reflect on the times we've had there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the excellent food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the great company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the lovely weather &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ahhhh good times... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYgVFNBHy3o/Tc2RHuPkVfI/AAAAAAAABBw/aoVwht7oyJw/s1600/IMAG0157.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYgVFNBHy3o/Tc2RHuPkVfI/AAAAAAAABBw/aoVwht7oyJw/s400/IMAG0157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606296673004574194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;...Tia Rosas anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-2979562708800133683?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2979562708800133683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=2979562708800133683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2979562708800133683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2979562708800133683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/rip-backyard-tacos.html' title='R.I.P Backyard Tacos'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYgVFNBHy3o/Tc2RHuPkVfI/AAAAAAAABBw/aoVwht7oyJw/s72-c/IMAG0157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-3970480097344020567</id><published>2011-05-10T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:31:52.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Kiss</title><content type='html'>I'm ready for some child-like, twitterpating, summer lovin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iEN-kHe5o_Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-3970480097344020567?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3970480097344020567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=3970480097344020567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3970480097344020567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3970480097344020567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-kiss.html' title='First Kiss'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iEN-kHe5o_Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-8801518247192209025</id><published>2011-05-05T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T01:07:34.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spRING!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/may2011/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/may2011/DSC01180.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think by growing up in AZ has kind of taught me to ignore SPRING altogether, seeing as we hardly have it there. The cold has more or less stopped, and right away i want it to be at the peak of summer, 100˚, and the livin is easy. But thats not how it is here. SPRING. It happens. The bike rides begin, i continue to never wear shoes, and the desire to eat nothing but popsicles and watermelon grows stronger and stronger. I'll enjoy this SPRING, but i'm not going to lie, i can hardly wait for summer. I &lt;i&gt;cannot wait&lt;/i&gt; for the sun, fun, and to not do my hair for 4 months.  Not to mention a bazillion weddings to go to, including my good friend amanda (in picture)(love them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-8801518247192209025?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8801518247192209025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=8801518247192209025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8801518247192209025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8801518247192209025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring.html' title='spRING!?'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/may2011/th_DSC01180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-2259171013503789076</id><published>2011-05-05T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:09:19.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frenchie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=french.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/french.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple weeks ago, me and Hannah went to a French bakery. The food was...interesting. A lot of cheese. But the pastries...oh hear goodness, unreal! The man who worked there was a cheerful, super friendly man who was just happy to be working haha (he was super smelly, but thats beside  the point). I love little local places like that. This little taste (pun not intented har har har) of Europe got me to thinking how badly i want to go on a Study Abroad. Not only this, but the fact that it seems as if everyone around me is going, and they tell me how much fun it is! I've decided i'm going. Now the question is, London or Italy? Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-2259171013503789076?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2259171013503789076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=2259171013503789076&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2259171013503789076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2259171013503789076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/frenchie.html' title='Frenchie'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-3238600048850688600</id><published>2011-05-04T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T19:03:54.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crisis</title><content type='html'>YES. i am having a blog-identity crisis right now.&lt;div&gt;YES. i am once again changing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm cleansing my life and starting new, so why not do the same for my bloggle, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-3238600048850688600?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3238600048850688600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=3238600048850688600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3238600048850688600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3238600048850688600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/crisis.html' title='crisis'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-2443759263647210155</id><published>2011-05-03T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T00:03:36.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case you missed it...we got our family pictures taken a few weeks ago by &lt;a href="http://lrootphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;L. Root Photography&lt;/a&gt;. They turned out fantastic, and it was a great time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BW1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/BW1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there are SO many of us now! Its insane! The LeBaron Family is growing so fast! I can hardly believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LeBaron19.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/LeBaron19.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These 4 little ones are all 2 and under. what a riot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I absolutely love when my family gets altogether. I love how much they influence me, and how much fun we all have! love love love. I'm one of the younger ones, so i've always looked up to my older brothers, sister, and now that their married, i have twice as many examples! They are always the best examples to me, and i don't know what i'd do without them. My family is incredible, and i am so grateful for them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-2443759263647210155?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2443759263647210155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=2443759263647210155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2443759263647210155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2443759263647210155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/05/fam.html' title='The Fam.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-4108707321860478979</id><published>2011-04-28T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:29:41.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>killin it!</title><content type='html'>Okay so i'm being a super stinky blogger lately. dgaf. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wenesday: Finished my finals off with a C. grrreat! hahah Oh well, i was just glad they were over. Then i continued to move out of my apartment till 4 AM IN THE MORNING. Yeah that was quite the experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: Went home to see all my family!!!!!! to take family pictures. ballin! 8 little kids under 2 years old? yeah it was a little nuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: 5am flew home to utard, moved my stuff into my new apartment, and went to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: FIRST DAY OF CLASSES! Besides this weird guy asking me for my number, then getting up and walking away(it was the weirdest thing...he didn't even try to make conversation haha)...classes were pretty good! Then that night at 8 we left to COME BACK TO MESAAAA!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got here at 5am. nice, right? I'm excited! Its just nice to be in a warm place. love it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this blogpost was suuuuper dry. i feel as if i should spice it up a little bit. ummm... Check out my tumblr &lt;a href="http://brookelebaron.tumblr.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. its WAY more interesting. bahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;considering deleting my blog/blogs. opinions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-4108707321860478979?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4108707321860478979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=4108707321860478979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4108707321860478979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4108707321860478979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/04/killin-it.html' title='killin it!'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-8876063319766801284</id><published>2011-04-17T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T08:29:52.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pwnd.</title><content type='html'>Okay so two finals down, one to go! and there's only been one day of testing :) awwww yeah. and i did pretty well on them too! You know whats stupid though? they started 'testing week' on saturday, and it goes through next thursday. aka, they're counting the weekend as testing week and not just an extra reading day through the weekend. I think is hogwash. not that i don't trust BYU, i do, they're great and whatever, but its almost like they're telling us we have to dedicate all our finals time over the weekend to studying. Don't get me wrong, i've studied this whoooole weekend, hence why i took a final at 9pm on a SATURDAY NIGHT. But its like the whole thing contradicts itself. Oh, you want me to study all weekend? But Not on sunday...WHAAAA? yeah, tell me about it. &lt;div&gt;Just some food for thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, this is embarrassing for me to share, but i'm afraid all of my friends are going to get married and i'm going to be the old friend who is single forever and ever. we went to a party last night and all my girls had boyfriends and it kind of blew my mind just a little. yikes. i just don't want to be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; friend that they're trying to set up with every remotely attractive make who has a heart beat. am i already that girl?? dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-8876063319766801284?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8876063319766801284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=8876063319766801284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8876063319766801284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8876063319766801284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/04/pwnd.html' title='pwnd.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-3660616973061969886</id><published>2011-04-11T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:18:52.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hare hare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=harekristna-20.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/harekristna-20.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this picture prettty much sums up the whole mood of this event for us. We ran around, threw colored corn starch at people, yelled at whoever we wanted, CROWED surfed, danced, and sang! We found this girl giving away free Red Bulls, so naturally we took like a million. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I didn't drink any of it because i don't like energy drinks) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;BUT just having it in my hand made me go nuts! hahah it was pretty much a great kick off to my birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-3660616973061969886?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3660616973061969886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=3660616973061969886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3660616973061969886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3660616973061969886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/04/hare-hare.html' title='hare hare?'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-2653013716074719138</id><published>2011-04-06T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:29:27.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>har har har</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so i know how annoying it is when girls go on and on about their blah blah blah whoever that is on a mission and how much they miss them. I try hard not to be one of those girls, but my best friend is coming home in 7 months! hollaaaa!!!!! Can't wait till he gets home so we can play again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMGP5019-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMGP5019-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go Panthers? ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-2653013716074719138?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2653013716074719138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=2653013716074719138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2653013716074719138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2653013716074719138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/04/har-har-har.html' title='har har har'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-1031330970428544028</id><published>2011-04-04T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T12:02:19.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>foooooood</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wish i didn't like food so much! then it would be sooo easy to diet. i could just eat fish and low fat stuff all day, and just drink so much water. I mean, i already drink like a gallon (literally) of water a day, but i just love food so much. waaay too much. getting this summer body is going to be a lot harder than i though! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. yeah changed the name again, get over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-1031330970428544028?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1031330970428544028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=1031330970428544028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1031330970428544028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1031330970428544028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/04/foooooood.html' title='foooooood'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-7247603758000082741</id><published>2011-03-31T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:08:57.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've lost it.</title><content type='html'>i've lost my muchness. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoever took it, or if someone finds it, get it back to me ASAP. life just isn't as fun anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-7247603758000082741?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7247603758000082741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=7247603758000082741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7247603758000082741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7247603758000082741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-lost-it.html' title='i&apos;ve lost it.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-676427557977036728</id><published>2011-03-25T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:56:12.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;well, its my birthday again, this sunday. i'm turning 20! wooo! yeah, so everyone's been asking me what i want to do for my birthday. When i think about it though, i don't really care what i'm doing, i care about who i'm with and if i'm happy. I don't think anyone should be anything but perfectly happy on their birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People also ask me what i WANT for my birthday. What have i said every single time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend to be here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three years ago, when i turned 17, i was in San Francisco on tour, and we were going to be recording at Skywalker Studios on the day of my birthday. Kaitlyn Caycee Dwiggins was the only one who would stay up with me till midnight. Since then, she hasn't been able to be with me on any of my birthdays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now she's in Mexico. We were skyping the other day (skype chat) and i asked her what she thought i should do on my birthday. she responded with the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture1-2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/Picture1-2.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha i guess i will! well, i don't plan on having a cake or anything actually. i guess we'll see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but since i know its kind of impossible to get her here in time, i had to think of something else. and i figured out EXACTLY what i want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a Rubix Cube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/rubix%20cube" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r212/rebelwrestler9/rubix_cube.jpg" border="0" alt="rubix cube Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep, those impossible little guys! i want one! i've been hanging out with a friend a lot lately and he taught me how to solve it! i still can't to it aaaalll by myself, but i'm almost there! i just want one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-676427557977036728?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/676427557977036728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=676427557977036728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/676427557977036728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/676427557977036728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/03/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-6815460327105365388</id><published>2011-03-20T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T08:46:53.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;guys... its park city, its fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/DSC03500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03503.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/DSC03503.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03475.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/DSC03475.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03462.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/DSC03462.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;just realized i forgot to go grocery shopping for this next week. awesomeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-6815460327105365388?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6815460327105365388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=6815460327105365388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6815460327105365388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6815460327105365388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/03/guys.html' title='guys...'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-1110542294658388111</id><published>2011-03-19T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:41:04.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda Giles</title><content type='html'>i just want everyone to know how awesome my friend is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5MUDy-HucI/TYU-9-GxQeI/AAAAAAAABAs/ocTvg3uNDoE/s1600/Picture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 62px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5MUDy-HucI/TYU-9-GxQeI/AAAAAAAABAs/ocTvg3uNDoE/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585940147187302882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry boys, she's already taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-1110542294658388111?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1110542294658388111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=1110542294658388111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/1110542294658388111'/><link 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type='text'>verymarykate</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry, this is just so funny. and it is mandatory that every single one of you watch it. at least 5 times.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1944212&amp;fullscreen=1" width="640" height="360" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1944212&amp;fullscreen=1"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1944212&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"  width="640" height="360"  allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:640px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/"&gt;CollegeHumor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you love that, go to the site, there are a billion HILLARIOUS videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-2705773166134862518?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2705773166134862518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=2705773166134862518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2705773166134862518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2705773166134862518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/03/verymarykate.html' title='verymarykate'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-654437273913039134</id><published>2011-03-06T09:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T09:28:45.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>naps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i was growing up, i never took naps. i didn't have time for naps, and i guess i didn't need them either! but now a am in avid nap-taker, and i fully support them. it all started way back when, i think i was in 7th grade? maybe younger. and i went over to Ashley Duffin's house to see her for something. (i probably was going to see tyler...but who knows.) Anyway, she was taking a nap. i don't know whyyyy, it was the weirdest thing to me! then i came to find out she always took naps, and the did it after school so she would be able to stay out late that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why am i telling you this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really, i don't know. but i guess it relates to the weird experience i had yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ate probably 4 times as much as my stomach could physically hold, then i laid down for a nap. i don't remember getting out of bed, but the next thing i knew, i was out in my living room, wandering around. The great thing was, i didn't know where i was or what day it was! There was a guy from my ward here, can't remember why, (later found out he was borrowing our vacuum) and i kept asking him. boy was it embarrassing when he came back to return it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like to call this experience, food-coma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it was crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, this post was completely worthless, so i guess i should post an adorable picture of myself doing something, just to make it look more legit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nY-9t-d8Cwc/TXPEC8IxnzI/AAAAAAAABAk/XqNt2gL14fE/s400/Photo%2B49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581019918023892786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ehhh, this will get the job done i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-654437273913039134?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/654437273913039134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=654437273913039134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/654437273913039134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/654437273913039134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/03/naps.html' title='naps'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nY-9t-d8Cwc/TXPEC8IxnzI/AAAAAAAABAk/XqNt2gL14fE/s72-c/Photo%2B49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-4595106191673404922</id><published>2011-02-28T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:46:20.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, i like it.</title><content type='html'>i like that my mind changes 10 times a day.&lt;div&gt;i like that i have a friend who thinks he's a model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i listen to new songs on repeat for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i'd rather be on the floor than in a chair, any day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i 'like' anything posted on facebook related to Gossip Girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i tweet, judge me later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i have friends who like to eat, a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i blog-stalk instead of going to the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that my favorite animal is a giraffe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i'm little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i find things on the ground, then 30 minutes later i realize i've been chewing on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that for once in my life, i'm excited for the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i enjoy calculus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i know what i want to be when i grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i have ridiculously vivid dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i always remember my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i'm super vulnerable right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like how tough i'm going to be tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that pictures can capture a moment, not just a time, place, and people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i have the best siblings in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i sleep on the couch sometimes instead of my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that my roommates don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that time when the moon and the sun show at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that a sunset can make me the happiest girl ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i STINK at blogging now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i still blog even though nobody reads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that Mondays are my favorite only because of the Bachelor and Gossip Girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Brad Womack is hott. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;...so is Nate Archibald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like that i had a terrible day today, because it makes me appreciate the good things in life even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-4595106191673404922?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4595106191673404922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=4595106191673404922&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4595106191673404922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4595106191673404922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-i-like-it.html' title='baby, i like it.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-3903305180137037954</id><published>2011-02-24T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:38:16.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny creepy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-repeat: repeat-x; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;So once upon a time these kind of sort of creepy guys came and sat next to me in the HBLL. (the lib) And then that night i get a fbook friend request from one of them. Yes, a little creepy but i was feeling nice so I accepted him. Then later i find out that he does that to a lot of girls...sits next to them...chats it up...then friend requests! Yeah, total creeper. So he facebook chats me tonight and says, "where do i know you from" reaaally kid? So i said to him "you don't remember!? i'm deleting you" then i proceeded to delete him. Then me and Haili laughed SUPER hard for about 10 minutes at this video: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0rbMHLDY1pA" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;*Que uncontrollable laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-3903305180137037954?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3903305180137037954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=3903305180137037954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3903305180137037954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3903305180137037954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/02/funny-creepy.html' title='funny creepy?'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0rbMHLDY1pA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-2474272056929276258</id><published>2011-02-20T23:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:12:18.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gahhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-repeat: repeat-x; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know that time when you get so tired that you know you should go to bed, but you are too tired to move, and you find yourself clicking at a constant rate, going to the next picture, facebook stalking someone's profile pictures for no good reason? then you realize you don't even know who you're stalking anymore? you're just clicking...and clicking...and clicking...and clicking...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-2474272056929276258?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2474272056929276258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=2474272056929276258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2474272056929276258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2474272056929276258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/02/gahhhhh.html' title='gahhhhh'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-328354110446922781</id><published>2011-02-18T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:16:09.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>make it choppy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need &lt;b&gt;summer&lt;/b&gt; and my best friend back. right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1075.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/IMG_1075.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-328354110446922781?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/328354110446922781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=328354110446922781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/328354110446922781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/328354110446922781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/02/make-it-choppy.html' title='make it choppy.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-5792266001805158556</id><published>2011-02-12T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T18:04:20.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt; that time period between when you're &lt;i&gt;ready&lt;/i&gt; for your date, and when you date &lt;i&gt;picks&lt;/i&gt; you up. Talk about &lt;b&gt;nerve-racking&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-5792266001805158556?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5792266001805158556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=5792266001805158556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5792266001805158556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5792266001805158556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/02/thought.html' title='thought.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-4071580804555834253</id><published>2011-02-10T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:44:43.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TVSUa68f-MI/AAAAAAAAA_8/USxHr3RfRy4/s1600/alice-in-wonderland-by-annie-leibovitz-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TVSUa68f-MI/AAAAAAAAA_8/USxHr3RfRy4/s400/alice-in-wonderland-by-annie-leibovitz-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572241829184665794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Baskerville;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's something about little girls falling into rabbit holes and going on extravagent adventures that intrigues me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-4071580804555834253?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4071580804555834253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=4071580804555834253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4071580804555834253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4071580804555834253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/02/alice.html' title='alice.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TVSUa68f-MI/AAAAAAAAA_8/USxHr3RfRy4/s72-c/alice-in-wonderland-by-annie-leibovitz-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-8592654706205768567</id><published>2011-02-08T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:08:38.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dun dun dunnnnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day Oprah and Dr. Phil will rule the world with their personal stylist, Tyra Banks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, either them or Accountants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thats all i have for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wait, what's Oprah's full name? does anyone even know that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-8592654706205768567?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8592654706205768567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=8592654706205768567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8592654706205768567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8592654706205768567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-day-operah-and-dr.html' title='dun dun dunnnnn'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-7969297966743128170</id><published>2011-02-04T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:34:03.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Panthers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got bored for like .5 seconds this morning. So what did i do? Yes i am a little ashamed of this, but i tried to log into my Myspace page. YES i did have one, for a year in junior high. I deleted it (or so i thought?) to get a phone early bahaha. I haven't been on since 9th grade. BUT apparently i it still existed? Anyway, i got one and there was one comment on my wall from the boy i loved  in 9th grade:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 16px; "&gt;hi brooke!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;im' sure you wont ever read this because you never get on, but im bored because im sick and i have nothing better to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;remember in track last year when you threw an orange peel at me? so i stuffed it down your shirt, and it made you run faster. or the time at the city meet you preety much like died after your race, and i carried you up to the bleachers. and how i always raced in my church socks and everyone thought i looked retarded but i didn't care because i thought it was cool, i probably did look retarded running with long bushy hair that flew up in the wind, shortshorts, and churchsocks.if by any chance you do get this though, remember drugs are not cool,school is cool, dont act a fool, because you rule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i have no idea where that just came from, oh well. see ya later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I guess you could say we had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(There's actually a really adorable story that involved me almost passing out and him carrying me all the way up the bleachers and being super sweet and tender to me. loved it. if you want to hear that just ask me sometime.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, just wanted to share that with you. And note, that i'm remembering how exciting it is to have a crush on someone, and getting those Junior-high butterflies again. Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-7969297966743128170?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7969297966743128170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=7969297966743128170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7969297966743128170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7969297966743128170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/02/precious-panthers.html' title='Precious Panthers'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-7222808261087234121</id><published>2011-02-02T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:09:26.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;things that make me happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Baskerville; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;doing well on tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;growing spiritually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;doing something you never thought you'd do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the perfect song coming on shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eating a whole bag of popcorn by yourself and you didn't even go to the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;being excited to try to look super cute becasue you have a secret crush on a boy you'll see later that day for like 2 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;without love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; from hairspray, and blasting it in my head phones at work and mouthing words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when your friends leave 3 boxes of yummy ice cream in your freezer  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02839.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/DSC02839.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; whats made you happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-7222808261087234121?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7222808261087234121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=7222808261087234121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7222808261087234121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7222808261087234121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-happy-happy.html' title='happy happy happy.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-6513077167169603202</id><published>2011-01-28T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:54:50.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've mentioned this before, but i have made a goal this year to do something new every week. Something that i wouldn't usually just, go do! Two weeks ago, it was my very first solo Costco trip, last week, SALSA dancing! what was it this week? well, i faced one of my greatest fears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TUML5AUzsPI/AAAAAAAAA_w/tRPH0t_OgD0/s1600/167846_10150172547499199_626464198_8628107_5435365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TUML5AUzsPI/AAAAAAAAA_w/tRPH0t_OgD0/s400/167846_10150172547499199_626464198_8628107_5435365_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567306638327787762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needles are in my top three greatest fears. But if i can save lives by facing my fears, i need to get over it! Like, i can handle all the blood and guts the world has to offer...but needles? no. Chloe convinced me to go with her. (That girl is out to make stuff happen. Watch out world!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giving blood was an interesting experience. I almost passed out, they made me wait for and hour before i could go, but I DID IT! and i still can't believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throughout the rest of the day i had 3 test reviews. Let me tell you, giving blood really takes the umph out of you! I could hardly stay awake, and 11:30 that night (the time when i was finally leaving the library) i just wanted to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this morning i am definitely feeling the effects. But hey, i was drained 1/10th of my blood! WOAH! The best part was the sticker i got after!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;wait. is this how BELLA feels?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have you ever donated blood? what was your experience?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-6513077167169603202?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6513077167169603202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=6513077167169603202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6513077167169603202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/6513077167169603202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/01/blood.html' title='blood.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TUML5AUzsPI/AAAAAAAAA_w/tRPH0t_OgD0/s72-c/167846_10150172547499199_626464198_8628107_5435365_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-7431354734642569318</id><published>2011-01-21T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:12:17.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was born to be American.</title><content type='html'>So i have this goal this year, to do something new every weekend (the weekend because i'm so busy that even thinking about trying to be social during the week gives me a headache). But lo and behold, the opportunity arose last night to go Latin Dancing. No, not at like studio 600's Latin night or whatever...but to a REAL LEGIT Latin night club. It was unreal. Not only did i have no idea how to latin dance &lt;b&gt;whatsoever, &lt;/b&gt;to add to that, i was in jeans, a denim shirt, and black flats. Now if that alone didn't scream out 'I'M AMERICAN!' it was definitely my awesome kitchen-famous dance moves. Anyway, it was quite the adventure. I dance with this one guy, he told me i was horrible. Then i danced with this other guy who spun me around like i was a piece of meat. unreal. theeeennn i dance with this short old guy. he was...spicy. I've never seen an old man move it like that! He was super creepy, i'm not going to lie. Overall this night was UNREAL FUN. I stood in the middle of the club and acted like i knew i was doing, even though i had nooo clue. I added my own flava in there too. aaand of course, it was good to have my white partner in crime, Jess, with me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TTouRfFNU0I/AAAAAAAAA_o/ct8gK3LIsXM/s1600/IMAG0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TTouRfFNU0I/AAAAAAAAA_o/ct8gK3LIsXM/s400/IMAG0223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564811167505666882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is a picture of the place at the end of the night, when it started to empty. reaaaally sets the moood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-7431354734642569318?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7431354734642569318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=7431354734642569318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7431354734642569318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7431354734642569318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-born-to-me-american.html' title='i was born to be American.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TTouRfFNU0I/AAAAAAAAA_o/ct8gK3LIsXM/s72-c/IMAG0223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-475515737584607301</id><published>2011-01-16T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T09:12:24.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i win.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;WARNING: This post has more words than usual, each and every one of them full of meaning. You may want to run and get a snack before sitting down to feast your mind upon this brilliance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So i went to this desert party or whatever tonight. you know, its the Provo thing to do... Get together, bring deserts that nobody will eat because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a) the girls don't want to gain wait or be embarassed eating them or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;b)the boys are too busy trying to pick up on girls to actually eat...and eveyrone just jams into a little apartment and talks about things, like the latest  Facebook drama, who got engaged to who after knowing each other for two weeks, who broke of their engagement becasue they only knew each other for one week, what they plan to be doing with their lives in 10+ years after they finish med school and have (what they think is) the life of their dreams. Too crowded to meet people, even though i was a little bit interested in a few of the guys. Especially one. p.s. to get into the spirit of new things, i decided to go back to my usual self, wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and passing on the shoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[say no to conformity!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; So anyway, i met this girl named brooke. k well i didn't really meet her but she came up and started talking to these guys i was with. When she came over, immediately i started comparing myself to her. and within 30 seconds i had decided she won. she was the better brooke! i learned in one of my Religion classes that girls judge themselves harder than anyone else. Their greatest fault most of the time is being to hard on themselves. Well, i think i fall into that category lately, becasue lately, i've just been comparing myself to other people, especially other girls, and its really getting me down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no buena brookie, this needs to stop!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I think its becasue i haven't been around the people who usually make me feel like myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yeah i know that sounds weird,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; but we all have them. Those people who you are so comfortable with that you don't evn have to think about what you are doing, and you can be totally yourself around them. You KNOW they'd have your back NO MATTER WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; {man oh man i need to get myself some more of these people.} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then there are people who you are kiiiiinda close to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(like not totally inner circle, but you probably know what recreational activities they did in high school type closeness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; but you still feel like thay might me judging you. I've felt like i'm surrounded by the latter type of people CONSTANTLY, 24/7 lately and i'm sick of it. So sorry people, that little insecure brooke you've known for the last month or so is gone. I'm done with you. I don't need your approval. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'M BACK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i win. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-475515737584607301?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/475515737584607301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=475515737584607301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/475515737584607301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/475515737584607301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-win.html' title='i win.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-5746160739328237872</id><published>2011-01-16T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:27:39.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>d- -b</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;man, i love asians so much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-5746160739328237872?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5746160739328237872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=5746160739328237872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5746160739328237872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/5746160739328237872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/01/d-b.html' title='d- -b'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-9180446796461604318</id><published>2011-01-16T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T08:46:01.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my inner child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TTMfixr3o1I/AAAAAAAAA_g/kghNCQRDyd8/s1600/tumblr_lbmop1oblA1qewda8o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TTMfixr3o1I/AAAAAAAAA_g/kghNCQRDyd8/s400/tumblr_lbmop1oblA1qewda8o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562824647046046546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously though, who hasn't? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love feeling like a kid again. I love doing things that i did when i was a little kid! I like being around people who make me act and feel like a little kid again. Its seriously the best thing in the whole universe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It makes me miss some of my friends on missions just a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of things i love, I've let Country Music back into my life. Its been a while, and i guess i've been denying my inner self. But here's the thing, PROVO...i don't care who likes it or who doesn't, i'm going to blast it everywhere i go and let my my love shine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Since its been a little while, i'm sort of lacking in the new stuff, any help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-9180446796461604318?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/9180446796461604318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=9180446796461604318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/9180446796461604318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/9180446796461604318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-inner-child.html' title='my inner child'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TTMfixr3o1I/AAAAAAAAA_g/kghNCQRDyd8/s72-c/tumblr_lbmop1oblA1qewda8o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-7124242125036341751</id><published>2011-01-12T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T10:31:24.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Tuesdays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me tell you why yesterday was an especially great tuesday. Post-wisdom teeth-removing videos. on facebook. Seriously like 4 on my newsfeed in one day! Jackpot! Those things are hilarious, who doesn't love them! It just one of those things that everyone goes through. Maybe thats why its so funny! Because in your head you're just thinking 'yep, been there, done that'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are criers, laughers, ones who act like they're dizzy, hallucinators, and ones who just talk like a crazy person. They're all good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would have to give credit to two of the cutest blog friends i have, &lt;a href="http://abbstuhh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://confessionsofacollegecloset.blogspot.com/"&gt;Haley&lt;/a&gt;, for posting these videos, and i hope you girls get well soon and feel better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-7124242125036341751?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7124242125036341751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=7124242125036341751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7124242125036341751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7124242125036341751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-tuesdays.html' title='Good Tuesdays.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-3800569360309655158</id><published>2011-01-10T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T10:22:21.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>your turn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fgfd-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/fgfd-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you know me personally, you know that i am not one to get awkward in typically awkward situations. I love to make things awkward, but i never get awkward from other things. Unless, of course, this is the case: You know those times when you're somewhere doing something with a group of people, and you see someone there who you know, but aren't friends with? Or maybe you're just facebook friends with them and you've never actually talked to them? Maybe you've gone to the same school as them since kindergarten but you've never actually developed a friendship with them? Or perhaps they're just someone who you used to be kind of friends with but you haven't talked to them forever so you would not even have anything to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, we've all had these experiences. so what do you DOOO? Do you say hi and awkwardly try to make conversation? Do you just give them a 'hey...' then go on to your socializing? Or do you try to avoid eye contact at all costs and pray that they didn't notice that &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; noticed they were there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what do &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-3800569360309655158?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3800569360309655158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=3800569360309655158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3800569360309655158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3800569360309655158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-turn.html' title='your turn.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-4466385415725439549</id><published>2011-01-08T01:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T01:38:54.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aWkwarD/?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am not gonna lie to ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it gets pretty lonely around here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but Kendra had me go to this party with her tonight. It was the first night in a looong time i went out...and, i met a lot of people! It was kind of weird. Did i forget how to be social? haha I've never been more socialy awkward in my life. what is happening to me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-4466385415725439549?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4466385415725439549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=4466385415725439549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4466385415725439549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4466385415725439549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/01/awkward.html' title='aWkwarD/?'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-4761968654127007386</id><published>2011-01-07T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T08:50:33.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so yesterday in my math class, this guy asked me to go do homework with him. I had nothin to lose and i needed to get homework done so i went with him. then i come to find out his name is Remmington. yep. like the gun. YEP. like what i was going to name one of my DAUGHTERS. needless to say i was already intrigued with this guy. Turns out he didn't really know what he was talking about when it came to the math homework, but hey, he had a cool name! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now who's up for a Cabellas trip?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-4761968654127007386?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4761968654127007386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=4761968654127007386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4761968654127007386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/4761968654127007386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-yesterday-in-my-math-class-this-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-7891636535499722691</id><published>2010-12-30T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:23:27.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'I have hickies on my ears'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"i wish it was the 1600s' when fat and white was in.i'd be the hottest thing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" The next person i kiss is going to be absolutely used and abused. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jass.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/jass.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;man on man i'm going to miss living with this girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-7891636535499722691?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7891636535499722691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=7891636535499722691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7891636535499722691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7891636535499722691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2010/12/jess.html' title='Jess.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-7781763082285061701</id><published>2010-12-27T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:51:25.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Baskerville;font-size:11px;"&gt;I'm fiinally waking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Baskerville;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;the moment listening to those songs doesn't hurt you anymore. looking at the pitures doesn't make you cry. doesn't literally hurt you to think about it. thats when you know you're letting go...for now. i feel like i'm kind of waking up from a weird dream and snapping back to reality! (yes...eminem reference) the worst part is that later, i might have to break his heart. and thats going to kill me. If this doesn't work out in the end, i need to be able to look back on it and say, dang, we were two kids in love. and that was fun. and i need him to be able to do the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-7781763082285061701?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7781763082285061701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=7781763082285061701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7781763082285061701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/7781763082285061701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2010/12/emotional-catharsis.html' title='emotional'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-3255023747713051536</id><published>2010-12-26T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:11:10.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DURRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Is it just me, or is the day after Christmas the weirdest day ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Its like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;now what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRe9XEvAt4I/AAAAAAAAA-4/Iz18WEZOBlk/s1600/Photo%2B42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRe9XEvAt4I/AAAAAAAAA-4/Iz18WEZOBlk/s400/Photo%2B42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555116869490358146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;poof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-3255023747713051536?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3255023747713051536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=3255023747713051536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3255023747713051536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/3255023747713051536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2010/12/durrr.html' title='DURRR'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRe9XEvAt4I/AAAAAAAAA-4/Iz18WEZOBlk/s72-c/Photo%2B42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-8383982036245325460</id><published>2010-12-24T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:35:27.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i sure do love the Christmas season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Some will be with their families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Others will be with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Some will be speaking with their missionaries for only a short 40 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Others will be enjoying their Christmas home with their recently returned missionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Some will be celebrating their first Christmas with their new fiance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Others are getting their heart broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Some will stay up all night in their beds anxious to open presents the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Others will go to bed early, tired from all the partying they've done this week &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(that would be me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Whichever one of these you are, i hope you have the best Christmas ever. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I hope something exciting happens to all of you, something fun and unexpected. And I hope you have the greatest time with your loved ones.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=card-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/card-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-8383982036245325460?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8383982036245325460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=8383982036245325460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8383982036245325460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/8383982036245325460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-everyone-i-sure-do-love.html' title='Ho Ho Ho!'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1781800476492233778.post-2758524515328547916</id><published>2010-12-23T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:31:59.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>about grapes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i know, i know, this sounds like a lame post. well to tell you the truth, IT IS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but if you care to continue... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tights.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c319/brookelebaron/tights.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You know whats worse than a smooshy grape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a half smooshy grape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because you just want to eat that grape so darn bad and you know half of it is a good grape gone to waste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and of course everyone knows the unwritten rule about grapes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;never eat the last one! you don't know whether it will be good or bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what a frustrating fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;p.s. to brighten your day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A duck walks into a store, waddles up to the counter and asks the clerk "Got any gwapes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The clerk answers "No, no grapes. Go away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next day, the duck comes back into the store, waddles up to the counter and asks the clerk "Got any gwapes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The clerk sighs and says "No grapes! If you come in here again asking for grapes I'll nail your feet to the floor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next day, the duck enters the store, goes to the counter and asks "Hey, got any nails?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The clerk answers "No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The duck asks: "Good. Got any gwapes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1781800476492233778-2758524515328547916?l=brookelebaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2758524515328547916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1781800476492233778&amp;postID=2758524515328547916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2758524515328547916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1781800476492233778/posts/default/2758524515328547916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookelebaron.blogspot.com/2010/12/about-grapes.html' title='about grapes.'/><author><name>brooke:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13493837500787107782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b80AbeEDgzo/TRBIaWI9QKI/AAAAAAAAA98/Id-y7VGH7og/S220/IMG_4663.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
