<?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-5280829328092362298</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:07:10.489-07:00</updated><category term='Family Pictures'/><category term='A Few Seconds of Quiet means…'/><category term='A little secret about my Man'/><category term='Neglect'/><category term='Good Trade'/><category term='Bye Bye'/><category term='INDEPENDENT'/><category term='REID PARK ZOO'/><category term='Sing'/><category term='baby girl'/><category term='Nana and Papa&apos;s'/><category term='Another Reason Why I Love My HomeTown'/><category term='A NEW BLOG'/><category term='Weekend in Willcox'/><category term='FALL'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='GROWING A GARDEN'/><title type='text'>The Brooklyn Times</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-7282213185213310062</id><published>2009-12-15T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:43:32.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Pictures'/><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>We finally took some time to do family pictures. Here’s a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SykQXGynnbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FPZJR-huXAk/s1600-h/Orange+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415878016035691954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SykQXGynnbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FPZJR-huXAk/s400/Orange+Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhqDUp2CiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/t-zd8RQczQQ/s1600-h/Daddy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415695157229390370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhqDUp2CiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/t-zd8RQczQQ/s400/Daddy%27s+little+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhqMhkc13I/AAAAAAAAAV8/0gytt_3bG08/s1600-h/Daddy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhuauOh0hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0ZeNoni-Gfw/s1600-h/Houston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415699957277643282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhuauOh0hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0ZeNoni-Gfw/s400/Houston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhrKQXUxLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1sPs1RY-vWs/s1600-h/Truck+box+(silly).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415696375848682674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhrKQXUxLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1sPs1RY-vWs/s400/Truck+box+(silly).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5280829328092362298-7282213185213310062?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7282213185213310062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=7282213185213310062' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/7282213185213310062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/7282213185213310062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SykQXGynnbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FPZJR-huXAk/s72-c/Orange+Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-3825909155919286330</id><published>2009-12-15T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:25:35.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nana and Papa&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Nana &amp; Papa's</title><content type='html'>Dallas, the kids, and I were fortunate to be able to spend some time at Nana &amp;amp; Papa’s while Dallas was working on a St Johns project. Here’s just some of the fun we had…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhdKCgBhtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Pzsa1nvSK4Q/s1600-h/Header.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhjJkouGMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/OYKPBU8HzoQ/s1600-h/Header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687568017463490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhjJkouGMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/OYKPBU8HzoQ/s400/Header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415684755937281394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/Syhgl40jxXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/v76x_VAsaCg/s400/Indian+Girl2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415684914830562482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhgvIvq1LI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dWNV97bi9eU/s400/Pumpkin+%26+Indian+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415685086350236226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/Syhg5HtJWkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/GladDBX3fH0/s400/Pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415685265037440818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhhDhXftzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IWkPNpETako/s400/Indian+Girl4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415686283928779586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/Syhh-1CHu0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/2fUnWndmomY/s400/The+Decorations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhjW-wMDPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/pSyZxF2xjmo/s1600-h/Quality+time+with+Papa+header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687798366407922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhjW-wMDPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/pSyZxF2xjmo/s400/Quality+time+with+Papa+header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415663898445187650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhNn0m7ikI/AAAAAAAAASs/F8qx5BvMces/s400/Houston+%26+Papa3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415663717605042946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhNdS7R6wI/AAAAAAAAASk/8bPpGbk7fHo/s400/Houston+%26+Papa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415663573237587474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhNU5HZXhI/AAAAAAAAASc/VShRwrFJTJ8/s400/Houston+%26+Papa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415669951584575090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhTIKT0nnI/AAAAAAAAATk/nIEr2uHTwnY/s400/Houston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, Papa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/Syhi_TkvLPI/AAAAAAAAAVc/f1RI7KD1qUc/s1600-h/sweets+header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687391638662386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/Syhi_TkvLPI/AAAAAAAAAVc/f1RI7KD1qUc/s400/sweets+header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415668256755453026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhRlglEjGI/AAAAAAAAATU/Rblewyi3xWM/s400/Riley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415668548132054930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhR2eCqp5I/AAAAAAAAATc/kguV3qLippU/s400/sweets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415667818249621778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhRL_BIkRI/AAAAAAAAATE/yAcm_pJq3SA/s400/Shelby+%26+Koley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much fun.  We were all in heaven.  Thanks Nana &amp;amp; Papa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5280829328092362298-3825909155919286330?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3825909155919286330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=3825909155919286330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/3825909155919286330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/3825909155919286330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/nana-papas.html' title='Nana &amp; Papa&apos;s'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SyhjJkouGMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/OYKPBU8HzoQ/s72-c/Header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-410138225963232271</id><published>2009-09-02T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:00:29.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby girl'/><title type='text'>Sweet Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our sweet baby arrived on July 12th and everything went great! Big sister loves her and is especially helpful with finding her binki, letting us know EVERYTIME she is crying, sharing her toys and holding them close enough to her face so she has no problem seeing them, cleaning her up with a rag, and making sure she has a nice pillow under her head. Here’s a peek at the birth announcement and a few other pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376924728383584498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/Sp6sjWNROPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BsnC0INkftk/s400/Birth+Announcment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376925598025879730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/Sp6tV94JkLI/AAAAAAAAARk/kkDpArqsQvw/s400/sleepy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376925456297461586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/Sp6tNt5dh1I/AAAAAAAAARc/LbCl-s75pqc/s400/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376925310947567090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/Sp6tFQbWJfI/AAAAAAAAARU/TGrGM1UJ784/s400/kisses2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376924999168001794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/Sp6szG9ThwI/AAAAAAAAARE/9ws_7a1FD9M/s400/Daddy%27s+girl+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376924848333763266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/Sp6sqVDnssI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/EEXikmy-XNI/s400/curled+up4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376931354238343858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/Sp6ylBcJWrI/AAAAAAAAAR0/P4pQfZ_ZNWQ/s400/Houston+%26+Shelby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280829328092362298-410138225963232271?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/410138225963232271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=410138225963232271' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/410138225963232271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/410138225963232271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-baby.html' title='Sweet Baby'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/Sp6sjWNROPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BsnC0INkftk/s72-c/Birth+Announcment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-2984570166592176685</id><published>2009-07-06T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:53:04.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot can happen in 9 months…</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve last updated. Before I report on what we are doing currently, I thought I would play a little catch up. My camera broke so most of these pictures were generously taken by my sister, Jennie. Not a lot of details but this will summarize some of what has happened, at least what we were able to capture on her camera :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost 8 months ago - Denver returned from serving an honorable two-year mission.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He is awesome. I am so lucky to have him as one of my Brothers! We picked him up from the airport on November 12th. While we were anxiously awaiting his arrival, Shelby coaxed Uncle Steven to take her for numerous rides up and down the escalator... This made the wait go a lot quicker (for Shelby, at least).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355542219672284370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SlK1Rh8sbNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/hD7GhKgodas/s400/Shelby+%26+Uncle+Steven2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355531420285033554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SlKrc7GIXFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LiQ-0vRdSe0/s400/Denver+%26+Brooklyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over 6 months ago - Shelby turned 2!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We celebrated breakfast with some cousins at an upscale McDonalds playland. It was the day before Christmas and we had the whole McDonalds to ourselves. The food was good, happy meal toys doubled as party favors, and lots of fun things to climb on… the best entertainment a kid could ask for. Shelby was in heaven! It’s tempting to make this her Birthday tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355532733997104066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SlKspZDfu8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/douJoWpeDhk/s400/Riding+the+Frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355532883480908146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SlKsyF7NkXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7oAxCaTP_J4/s400/Peeking+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355532600402464050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SlKshnYDTTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ieGlJ4laGcs/s400/Koley+Sliding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355532278174820786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SlKsO2-_qbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Zr6qR6VzFbQ/s400/Shelby+in+slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355532464596867250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SlKsZtdeWLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fgBM0vEoExQ/s400/opening+presents+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; months ago - Denver married his Best Friend, Megan Platt.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were so thrilled to welcome Megan into our family. We’ve known her for a long time and couldn’t think of someone better for Denver. Such a special ceremony and the receptions were elegant. I was privileged to help design the announcements. She had a friend take beautiful engagement photos so this made my job easy and fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355540874019774402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SlK0DNAIn8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/-rptYhDQ9wM/s400/Invitation+%231+(without+information).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today - Our family is awaiting a special arrival&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;hopefully very soon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355553079631730258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SlK_Jqcy1lI/AAAAAAAAAPk/H_q-S773Axk/s400/Maternity.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep, this is my belly about two weeks ago.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;I told you a lot could happen in 9 months. My due date is July 18th. We are so excited to add another girl. Shelby will occasionally rub my belly and say "baby" but I'm sure is still confused...not too long before she will understand a little better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend, Erin, is an awesome photographer and took some maternity pictures for me. The silhouette came from her and t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his is one of my favorites she did with Shelby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355555176934943170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SlLBDvg2KcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/T45XR09LqOA/s400/Brook+and+Shelby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are definitely just a &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; of the things that have happened within the last 9 months. I do have a new camera now and will try to be lots better with taking pictures and journaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;more updates to follow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280829328092362298-2984570166592176685?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2984570166592176685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=2984570166592176685' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/2984570166592176685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/2984570166592176685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/lot-can-happen-in-9-months.html' title='A lot can happen in 9 months…'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SlK1Rh8sbNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/hD7GhKgodas/s72-c/Shelby+%26+Uncle+Steven2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-4679350777472730419</id><published>2008-10-26T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:46:12.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Trade'/><title type='text'>Good Trade</title><content type='html'>We recently traded two of our horses for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a new ride&lt;/span&gt;. A fast, smooth, broken in, still lot's of miles to go, and more efficient &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ride&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261683669967760642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQVBa5Tm7QI/AAAAAAAAANc/rxSBpgdKLv4/s320/Good+Trade2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are all Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261684526380569442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQVCMvsVU2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/KOV1l-GWYhY/s320/Laughing2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Mr:&lt;/span&gt; Good Rope Horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Mrs:&lt;/span&gt; Less Feed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Jr:&lt;/span&gt; Kid Friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQVBTU53X4I/AAAAAAAAANU/NyIx0bVsGEs/s1600-h/Good+Trade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here’s some pictures of our Little Cowgirl and her first ride on Scar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261684613059855378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQVCRymSRBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rL9JD00CFlQ/s320/Little+Cowgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261684854989371874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQVCf32xueI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fMFVevuxznQ/s320/Tall+Ride2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261684752077995458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQVCZ4eyvcI/AAAAAAAAAOE/k6RYMUGCIzs/s320/Shelby+%26+Daddy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261684280273231090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQVB-a3xXPI/AAAAAAAAANk/KYF5f6Pau5g/s320/Duck2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Good Trade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5280829328092362298-4679350777472730419?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4679350777472730419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=4679350777472730419' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/4679350777472730419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/4679350777472730419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-trade.html' title='Good Trade'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQVBa5Tm7QI/AAAAAAAAANc/rxSBpgdKLv4/s72-c/Good+Trade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-8644796785835187606</id><published>2008-10-22T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:19:43.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REID PARK ZOO'/><title type='text'>Reid Park Zoo: I SPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPY:&lt;/span&gt; A long head, long snout, and long sticky tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260469866014906594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDxeNN3GOI/AAAAAAAAALs/mwYXORptb94/s320/Anteater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPY:&lt;/span&gt; A big body, big head, big trunk, big ears, pillarlike legs, short padded feet, and hooflike nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260470006650105170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDxmZH57VI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qHI1uWhTp5E/s320/Elephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPY:&lt;/span&gt; Long Legs, Long Neck, short body, angular spots, and short horns covered in skin &amp;amp; hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260470490565847906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDyCj2aK2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/tSg-AIXveKQ/s320/Giraffe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDyluaIhaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TGUadXm_J2s/s1600-h/Shelby+&amp;amp;+Momma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260471094695462306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDyluaIhaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TGUadXm_J2s/s320/Shelby+%26+Momma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPY: &lt;/span&gt;A snout with two horns, small ears, thick skin, and hoofs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDyZPf-0YI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uFVzEjogwHc/s1600-h/Rhino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260470880240062850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDyZPf-0YI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uFVzEjogwHc/s320/Rhino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPY:&lt;/span&gt; Few rails and Big gaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260499027653928994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQEL_oyZqCI/AAAAAAAAANM/VRrz60INVIg/s320/fence+climbing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPY:&lt;/span&gt; A powerful swimmer, long body, long neck, and lots of white fur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDyRo7fPhI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FDc6x-EkvOg/s1600-h/Polar+Bear2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260470749627366930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDyRo7fPhI/AAAAAAAAAMU/FDc6x-EkvOg/s320/Polar+Bear2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPY:&lt;/span&gt; WATER with the push of a button and LOTS of FUN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260470323832615202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDx42uG8SI/AAAAAAAAAME/bgoouxK_ti4/s320/Frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPY:&lt;/span&gt; A Large Pink Bird, long neck, webbed feet, and a unique down-bent bill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260470169192146658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDxv2o8puI/AAAAAAAAAL8/v8HKfR0UoTg/s320/Flamingo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPY:&lt;/span&gt; Something cracked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260469783590006658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDxZaKO74I/AAAAAAAAALk/oldP_Nc7Krg/s320/Rotten+Egg3.pmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPY:&lt;/span&gt; A good place to sit with my buddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260471585704963042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDzCTj66-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/44UUTfqQgvU/s320/Buddy+Wyatt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPY:&lt;/span&gt; A place built for me, lots of splashin, and did I mention FUN, TONS OF FUN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260471235944610306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDyt8mjegI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pK85Uvh77ig/s320/Water+Park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPY:&lt;/span&gt; Something storing food in expansible cheek pouches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260471726826808066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDzKhR_YwI/AAAAAAAAANE/4EUCcJXJ-48/s320/chickmunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shelby Loves French Frys and insisted I share my Hot Mustard for dipping. She enjoyed this treat so much that she stored some in her cheeks for later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SPY:&lt;/span&gt; BIG SMILES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260471409039718978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDy4BbpOkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KfiO0cZz044/s320/Slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUN DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Last Friday, My Friend Carolee and I took the Kids to the Reid Park Zoo in Tucson. We had so much fun. The Zoo was great! Lots of shade and water to keep cooler on a warmer day, fun animals, hardly any barricades for better views! Yes, it's probably a good idea to know where your child is at all times when you visit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Carolee for inviting us to join you on this excursion and for a SUPER FUN DAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280829328092362298-8644796785835187606?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8644796785835187606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=8644796785835187606' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/8644796785835187606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/8644796785835187606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/reid-park-zoo-i-spy.html' title='Reid Park Zoo: I SPY'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SQDxeNN3GOI/AAAAAAAAALs/mwYXORptb94/s72-c/Anteater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-6105171248678128605</id><published>2008-10-18T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:21:17.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Few Seconds of Quiet means…'/><title type='text'>A Few Seconds of Quiet means…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big Messes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When everything’s quiet, even for a few seconds, it’s probably a good time to check on the child.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This thought entered my mind &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; when we arrived in Eagar to find lipstick all over Shelby's face. It had been ever so carefully taken from Grandma’s luggage sitting next to the car seat (last time we will make that mistake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; when Shelby and her skilled teacher, Koley were found emptying everything from Nana’s drawer, down to the Q-tips. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258739786122582818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SPrL-TYM2yI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ac00mhH__YY/s320/Making+Messes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and again&lt;/span&gt;, after Shelby was found trying out the knobs in the tub and was caught off gaurd by the showering water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258740095667288290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SPrMQUhaOOI/AAAAAAAAALM/g0W51vskw5M/s320/Shower+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are just a few of the many incidents, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this week&lt;/span&gt;. They are sneaky and work fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280829328092362298-6105171248678128605?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6105171248678128605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=6105171248678128605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/6105171248678128605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/6105171248678128605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-seconds-of-quiet-means.html' title='A Few Seconds of Quiet means…'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SPrL-TYM2yI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ac00mhH__YY/s72-c/Making+Messes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-1047200137408720066</id><published>2008-10-18T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:17:04.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another Reason Why I Love My HomeTown'/><title type='text'>Another Reason Why I Love My HomeTown</title><content type='html'>This last week, I was fortunate to attend a Benefit Dinner &amp;amp; Auction for my Uncle Steven in my HomeTown (Eagar). The feeling of Love was overwhelming. It was so amazing to see the generosity and service of so many in the community.&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle is someone who always carries a smile, has the gift to uplift, full of Love, someone that I admire greatly &amp;amp; will always look up to. He's a friend to all who know him.&lt;br /&gt;For someone that means so much to me, it is so hard to put into words how I felt, when I entered the room full of wonderful friends sharing their Love. Much Love and Many Wonderful People, this is just another reason why I Love my HomeTown!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280829328092362298-1047200137408720066?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1047200137408720066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=1047200137408720066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/1047200137408720066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/1047200137408720066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-reason-why-i-love-my-hometown.html' title='Another Reason Why I Love My HomeTown'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-153308037169208403</id><published>2008-10-07T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:48:28.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend in Willcox'/><title type='text'>WILLCOX</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We stayed at Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Wilkins' home and they treated us good!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvT8v47ZFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WOPq1FZF7lI/s1600-h/Grandpa+&amp;amp;+Grandma"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254526430858667090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvT8v47ZFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WOPq1FZF7lI/s320/Grandpa+%26+Grandma%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to Apple Annie's with Grandma.&lt;/strong&gt; This had a big Apple Orchard, lots of pumpkins, corn maze, bakery where we bought the best apple pie and bread (the sample tray was Shelby's favorite spot in the store), sunflowers, and tractor sign where we showed off a bare belly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530297165482498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvXdzATigI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5eMK8RYGiuQ/s320/Tractor.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531429395285186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvYfs47RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_hzx-FCqbHM/s320/Bakery+Sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254529839013205906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvXDIQSl5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/_H2hCkbV7uI/s320/Orchard+(without).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530522184208338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvXq5Q8z9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/7h2Tsxg2cHk/s320/Corn+Maze.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530661767862882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvXzBQSWmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/R9zVE4CjqOg/s320/Hiding+in+the+Corn+(without).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254530864482251746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvX-0bKc-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/HaSbVJKuisY/s320/Mommy+%26+Shelby+in+Maze.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531065858749474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvYKinD9CI/AAAAAAAAAJs/v6QLXIQjx-Y/s320/Pumpkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531281049156210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvYXEQc-nI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GhgMF8t1SIE/s320/Sunflowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had lunch in Grandpa's Classroom.&lt;/strong&gt; We had fun spending time with grandpa, eating pizza, and watching him make some kettle corn for the students (we had some too and it was yummmy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531631320611874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvYrdHrPCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-Mcnsk4oTtY/s320/Grandpa%27s+classroom+(without).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254531906110857426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvY7cyxoNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Kqc7XzHsl9g/s320/Kettle+Corn+1+(without).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to the Homecoming Game.&lt;/strong&gt; We had to watch the game from the side lines (with a fence between us and the field). Someone would have loved to have front row seats, on the field with the players, but mean mommy had to intervene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254532270491444994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvZQqN4JwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2LSPwmn2FxU/s320/Watching+the+Game.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helped Grandpa make popcorn for Concessions.&lt;/strong&gt; Anytime Grandpa could, he would take Shelby with him. I think Grandpa got a kick out of her and she had just as much fun with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254532451790176482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvZbNm3QOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Gb6_gxQajzw/s320/Helping+Grandpa+(without).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Rode the Homecoming Royalty wagon with Grandpa during Halftime.&lt;/strong&gt; Shelby rode the wagon for a good 45 minutes and loved every minute. She smiled and waved (elbow-elbow-wrist-wrist) as she rode by the fans. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254534007574299650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOva1xWtBAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DjhK5m7-_Kk/s320/IMG_1644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horse Riding.&lt;/strong&gt; We spent a little more time with our horse, Pistol, before the trade. Dallas has had Pistol 6 years. He was a good horse. Just had a trade we couldn't pass up (we'll post more on our good trade).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254532660339941266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvZnWhAH5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/aaAXAgSx0Hs/s320/First+and+Last+Ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday fun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry no pics - I forgot my camera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the &lt;strong&gt;parade&lt;/strong&gt; to watch Daddy ride his class float, &amp;amp; Grandpa drove a wagon for the Homecoming Royalty. For most of the parade Shelby was more fascinated with pulling all of soda and water out of the ice chest and eating the ice. That is until the Big Dinosaur Float came along. Someone was operating it from inside and it came close enough for us to touch. That was a big deal and Shelby’s highlight of the parade (forget the candy, the mini Shrine cars, and other 50 floats - literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to &lt;strong&gt;Dallas’ 10 yr reunion&lt;/strong&gt;. I just have to say his class was quite entertaining. I almost choked on my pizza when they were reading the surveys because I was laughing so hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That was a Good Time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280829328092362298-153308037169208403?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/153308037169208403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=153308037169208403' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/153308037169208403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/153308037169208403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/willcox.html' title='WILLCOX'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOvT8v47ZFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WOPq1FZF7lI/s72-c/Grandpa+%26+Grandma%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-7864589968938702081</id><published>2008-10-02T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:33:55.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bye Bye'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOUhqv0oZPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BzWUY024T28/s1600-h/Leaving+(bye+bye).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252641558672991474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOUhqv0oZPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BzWUY024T28/s320/Leaving+(bye+bye).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going to Willcox for the weekend. Something about visiting family, Rex Allen days, Homecoming, 10 year class reunion, listening to conference, and horse trading???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updates to follow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280829328092362298-7864589968938702081?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7864589968938702081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=7864589968938702081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/7864589968938702081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/7864589968938702081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/10/bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOUhqv0oZPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BzWUY024T28/s72-c/Leaving+(bye+bye).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-1199130419899865276</id><published>2008-09-30T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:29:12.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neglect'/><title type='text'>Neglect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOJlQjXSQHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/paXVxe1dAbw/s1600-h/Neglect2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251871450512638066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOJlQjXSQHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/paXVxe1dAbw/s320/Neglect2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we are dedicating time to cleaning a &lt;em&gt;deprived home&lt;/em&gt;. The picture of Shelby will give you a visual of how well groomed we are. I would say though that sometimes these are the best days. Nowhere to go, clean house, pjs all day, messy hair, nice break outside in the shade, yummy bread to eat... That's a good day.&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/5280829328092362298-1199130419899865276?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1199130419899865276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=1199130419899865276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/1199130419899865276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/1199130419899865276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/neglect.html' title='Neglect'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOJlQjXSQHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/paXVxe1dAbw/s72-c/Neglect2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-381372156500202697</id><published>2008-09-29T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:18:19.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today marks 21 years since our double trouble arrived. Yep, two brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a picture of when they were toddlers. They pose as sweet and innocent in this picture but they were mischief all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251543449270387010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOE68XhKgUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2L75J8VS76g/s320/Denver+%26+Blake.JPG" border="0" /&gt; OK, Cute mischief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have grown to be some awesome men! We love you Denver &amp;amp; Blake and hope you have a Happy 21st!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280829328092362298-381372156500202697?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/381372156500202697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=381372156500202697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/381372156500202697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/381372156500202697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOE68XhKgUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2L75J8VS76g/s72-c/Denver+%26+Blake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-2430920272697785496</id><published>2008-09-28T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:43:36.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sing'/><title type='text'>SING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOAiV66ghxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/U3pME1wtx0Q/s1600-h/Sing+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251234925501253394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOAiV66ghxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/U3pME1wtx0Q/s320/Sing+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOAhOFI8fXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pCBBRnc7wVA/s1600-h/sing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I was asked to come join the Ward Choir. I would like to think it was because the Director heard my voice and thought I would be a lovely addition, but I have a feeling it was because my good friend was made Choir Director and she was being a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;I really haven’t had a lot of practice reading music and my voice can sound wrong at times, so I thought that I would stick out like a sore thumb. If you’re ever in this kind of predicament, it does help to sit by someone with a fabulous voice. Today, at practice, I got lucky and sat by someone who made me sound good too (she was amazing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will say that I loved choir. The selection of songs we sang brought the spirit so strong and I was proud to be a part of the choir that sang them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“praise the Lord with singing, [and] with music” (&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/dc/136//28#28')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/dc/136/28#28" target="contentWindow"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 136:28&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that the Lord is delighted as we praise him in song.  I felt confirmation of this today and for this I shall sing!&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/5280829328092362298-2430920272697785496?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2430920272697785496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=2430920272697785496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/2430920272697785496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/2430920272697785496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sing.html' title='SING'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOAiV66ghxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/U3pME1wtx0Q/s72-c/Sing+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-1987700406786808683</id><published>2008-09-27T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:55:19.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A little secret about my Man'/><title type='text'>A little secret about my Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOFMFavOqZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GVHgFBwukQ4/s1600-h/Shelby+&amp;amp;+Dallas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251562296451180946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOFMFavOqZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GVHgFBwukQ4/s320/Shelby+%26+Dallas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before Sun up till after Sun Down my man is hard at work and it's something he likes to do. He loves the outdoors and finds joy in his work, this is not anything new.&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn’t imagine the same kind of devotion on HOT summer days, but this explains why a Daddy’s Daughter has a sad little face when she’s restrained to go out in the heat to play.&lt;br /&gt;He’s a master at welding steel but limitations can’t be placed... From an encouraging wife, around the home he’s known to do plumbing, carpentry, and other various trades (you could say I’m a lucky wife who has it made).&lt;br /&gt;He’s never wasteful of his energy and this I know to be true. ‘Cause aside from a long day at work he always has enough to be the BEST Husband &amp;amp; Father and that can be tough to do.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful to my Man for all the work he does on our behalf. I share this secret and now you know who is the Better Half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280829328092362298-1987700406786808683?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1987700406786808683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=1987700406786808683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/1987700406786808683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/1987700406786808683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-secret-about-my-man.html' title='A little secret about my Man'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SOFMFavOqZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GVHgFBwukQ4/s72-c/Shelby+%26+Dallas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-1465711605517243957</id><published>2008-09-26T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:04:56.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FALL'/><title type='text'>FALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SN1M8ivOaNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/__BgwZt1ndc/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250437343584610514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SN1M8ivOaNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/__BgwZt1ndc/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;My most favorite childhood memory of the &lt;em&gt;Fall&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;season&lt;/em&gt; is when we would pack up a lunch and go on the mountain to get wood for the Winter. The leaves on the Aspen trees were all varying shades of vibrant warm colors. I remember the smells of pine trees in the crisp clean air. While dad would cut the tree, we would run around the forest. Some cousins once told us a story about finding a baby bunny in one of the trees they cut down for fire wood and had to take it home and nurse it back to health. From the point I heard that story I was on a mission to find a baby bunny of my own. This kept me quite busy until Dad would holler for us to come and help load the wood in the truck. I was a little saddened that I had to return with no bunny but of course always did what I was told. I will be honest that loading was a dreaded task. We not only had to place the wood on the bed of the truck but organize it in such a way that it could all fit. That always seemed to be impossible. However one thing that I appreciate from this task was how it taught each of us about teamwork. Our loads of wood were never small by any means, but with the work of everyone we accomplished a task that we never thought possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280829328092362298-1465711605517243957?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1465711605517243957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=1465711605517243957' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/1465711605517243957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/1465711605517243957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall.html' title='FALL'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SN1M8ivOaNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/__BgwZt1ndc/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-7459991973120781974</id><published>2008-09-25T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:53:22.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GROWING A GARDEN'/><title type='text'>GROWING A GARDEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNulYyWjo3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/JGK11mimfik/s1600-h/Spring+Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249971635882271602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNulYyWjo3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/JGK11mimfik/s320/Spring+Garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living here in Queen Creek, we have an advantage of planting crops in the spring and fall. Our spring garden produced corn, peas, bell peppers, carrots, lettuce, onions, &amp;amp; squash X30. Who knew that one squash plant could feed an entire family? Well, we love squash and I’ll just say that I emptied the (2) seed packets of all their content. We had enough squash to feed the entire ward plus put away for their year supply.&lt;br /&gt;This season, we are trying to grow some corn, tomatoes, cucumber, peas, Watermelon, squash, Zucchini, Cantaloupe, and Pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing a garden is so much easier than I remember growing up. We were in charge of the weeding. My sisters (you know the two) would tell you that I always used the excuse that I was allergic to the weeds and would get out of it. But trust me; I did my share of weedin’. In fact, I think that I may have had to weed my row and tidy up my sister’s rows of any extra weeds that they missed (it was surprisingly a lot). Yes, I was the Cinderella in my time… but I did end up with the Prince and that’s all that matters. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249971404328408626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNulLTv0FjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cT7MJoEsgdI/s320/Fall+Garden.jpg" border="0" /&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/5280829328092362298-7459991973120781974?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7459991973120781974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=7459991973120781974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/7459991973120781974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/7459991973120781974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/growing-garden.html' title='GROWING A GARDEN'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNulYyWjo3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/JGK11mimfik/s72-c/Spring+Garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-2878275265533209640</id><published>2008-09-24T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:48:49.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INDEPENDENT'/><title type='text'>INDEPENDENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNpuokEfKwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zaeZL38Bkyo/s1600-h/organizing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249629958810053378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNpuokEfKwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zaeZL38Bkyo/s320/organizing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Shelby is three months shy of her Two year Birthday. She is so much more independent, and really doesn’t need my help for a lot of things… She knows where all the food is, even the cereal boxes in the upper cabinets and there are so many step ladders/chairs around this place it’s a piece of cake. Anytime she needs to wash her hands, bathe a doll, or soak a washrag for a thirst quencher there’s a pool of water (never completely drained) right at her level. The clothes are in the drawers folded, easy to find. The magazines, for reading, come out of the basket with just a tip. Dishes can be cleaned with dish soap and that in itself makes dishes worth doin’. There is always a clean toothbrush handy for heavy scrubbing, tight corners, and even the teeth. She’s so good at multitasking and can get things done quick!&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all the Independence, my little munchkin still let’s me know that she needs me. She lets me comfort her when she’s hurt, snuggle with her (when she’s really tired) and always gives me good kisses. She makes my heart melt and that makes everything worth it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249630152094909890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNpuz0HMBcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IdQnXh6Vzgw/s320/leaky+faucet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249628814442697458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNptl8-DEvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ekzMChVM218/s320/examining.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249629748688935522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNpucVTtWmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fS7WIeSsvuk/s320/Curlers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249723298113262226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNrDhoEiEpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Sfh-fX1ITXw/s320/Bubbles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280829328092362298-2878275265533209640?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2878275265533209640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=2878275265533209640' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/2878275265533209640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/2878275265533209640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/independent.html' title='INDEPENDENT'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNpuokEfKwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zaeZL38Bkyo/s72-c/organizing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-4316959192037563109</id><published>2008-09-23T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:56:49.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIRATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNlBe_ej1LI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oWb9XegaB20/s1600-h/Barnacle+Brooklyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249298841368515762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNlBe_ej1LI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oWb9XegaB20/s320/Barnacle+Brooklyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo Ho, Yo Ho a pirate’s life fer me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Our latest Brown reunion was themed “Pirates”. We sailed the seven seas on the three day, three night all inclusive “Brown’s Buccaneer Adventure”. Dead Eye Dan and Crew planned the event and mailed itineraries to each Sailor &amp;amp; Crew.  Our schedules read the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arrivin’ in Tortuga (aka Milligan Valley) and findin’ a wee spot to hoist yer hammock, mingle with the rest of yer swashbucklin’ family and enjoy a potluck meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn the ways of the pirate. If yer brave enough to join our crew, sign the articles of piracy and find out what awaits ye if ye go against the code. Plank walkin’ anyone? Next you’ll get yer pirate name and then ye’ll be able to participate in all them fun pirate games: Swabbin’ the deck, cleanin’ the bilge, and general mayhem makin’&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night – Join the Cap’n at her famous Reception at Sea. A few lucky crewmen will join her at the Cap’ns table where the grog will flow freely! BURP!!&lt;br /&gt;Make sure ye pack yer finest pirate duds because tonight it’s the world famous “Purty Pirate Contest”. Yer all encouraged to strut yer stuff on the catwalk fer glorious prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we’ll learn the fine art of hook management, and then low and behold, thar be gold! Ye’ll be hearin’ the stories of buried treasure and lost maps. Then it’s a race of the swiftest as we go in search of that X that marks the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night – Tonight’s the night to shake that peg leg as the crew joins in some shanty songs and dance. Shake yer booty. Shake yer booty!!! Then it’s time to take out some of yer built up frustrations on a small, helpless cardboard container of candy.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard it said, that if the mood is just right, pirates come back from the dead searching fer their lost treasure. If yer brave enough, come join us as we follow the pirate eye trail. If yer too yellow bellied, ye can always stay home with the wee babes. Dead men tell no tales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re home from the sea, but before disembarkin’ we need to scrub the good ship Barn of the Bay from stem to stern, cause every body loves a shipshape ship.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249301052641520386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNlDftHIKwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/13TiQQjV6e8/s320/crew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249295498784902418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNk-cbYhjRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oGXStLzNwZw/s320/Cap%27n%27s+table.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249292389660436722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNk7nc_fKPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xfRt0Sqyq-U/s320/yes+cap%27n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249293181218214754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNk8VhxkU2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/TodGnS7aIWo/s320/I+don%27t+like+it...jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249294025741784514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNk9Gr3rVcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IaGiUe-ffPk/s320/crew+buddies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249307307491413618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNlJLyPjTnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yx3TvOKj4ww/s320/Arrgh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aunt Fonda worked her magic to every creative detail. All the hard work paid off and the reunion was a hit! Thank you Dead Eye Dan and Crew for taking us aboard the good ship Barn of the Bay and fulfilling our every swashbucklin’ fantasy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5280829328092362298-4316959192037563109?l=brooktimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4316959192037563109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5280829328092362298&amp;postID=4316959192037563109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/4316959192037563109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280829328092362298/posts/default/4316959192037563109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brooktimes.blogspot.com/2008/09/pirates.html' title='PIRATES'/><author><name>Brooklyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903873474440846683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PTWJ9PCvZEc/SNlBe_ej1LI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oWb9XegaB20/s72-c/Barnacle+Brooklyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280829328092362298.post-7802058834395941588</id><published>2008-09-22T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:27:33.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A NEW BLOG'/><title type='text'>A NEW BLOG</title><content type='html'>Who ever thought you could live life internet free? Ok me. Until reality set in, and a few eyebrows raised at my response to the simple question - "What's your email address?". I thought this question was supposed to be phrased "Do you have an email address?" We would have fit right in ten years ago. I have to say we are believers in the Internet, just a little behind in the times . Which brings me to why I decided to start a blog. You know the sequential questions in life? Well, after getting connected, it was only a matter of time before the blog question came up... 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