<?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-276476968662122989</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:09:26.285-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Things I love'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='Roommate'/><category term='List of 10'/><category term='10 Things'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Cowboys'/><category term='Trichotillomania'/><category term='This or That'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='hank'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='job'/><category term='Diet'/><category term='Nanny'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Food'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Arizona'/><category term='Places To Go'/><category term='Cooper'/><category term='Project Skinny'/><category term='roomate'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='The Farmer'/><category term='Things to do'/><category term='what I wore'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Cool Things I do'/><category term='20SB'/><category term='Best Friends'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Sometimes I Vent'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='Moments worth Mentioning'/><category term='30 Day Challenge'/><category term='Bucket List'/><category term='Week&apos;s Worth of Wisdom'/><category term='Weekends'/><category term='Kindergarten'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Swimming'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Meet Brittany'/><category term='Country Girl'/><title type='text'>Live. Laugh. Love.</title><subtitle type='html'>Story of my life. According to me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-2236070448256380754</id><published>2011-12-11T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:44:39.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Beauty is Pain</title><content type='html'>So it's Christmas tradition that mom and me always get pedicures, and we get matching Christmas designs on our toes. So... yesterday we set out to the salon that I've been going to since I was 14. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got red polish with snowmen... mom got red polish... with a flower. I'm not sure how it was miscommunicated that she wanted a flower and I was getting a snowmen. But now our toes don't match :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a pedicure is supposed to be this relaxing deal, right?? So...when they take sharp tools, pick and cut at my feet, scrub them with these tickly sharpy things and file me in places I didn't know filing was necessary... it sorta stresses me out! But my feet look so pretty when they're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wanted me to get a manicure... apparently my fingernail polish was a little more chipped then normal. So... I got a manicure. I don't think I've ever had one. &lt;br /&gt;So they pull out the same tools they used on my feet.... uh.... not ok! The lady starts picking and pulling at my cuticles... and 5 of my fingers were bleeding when she was done!!! So... after they pick and pluck and pull and file... they dump straits alcohol on your fingers... OW!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with them! You can see several of my fingers are bleeing and your going to dump alcohol on them!!! NOT OK!!!!!! I was screaming inside my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I survived... and now my fingers look beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... the things we go through just to look pretty... it's quite ridiculous really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... it's tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-2236070448256380754?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2236070448256380754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=2236070448256380754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2236070448256380754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2236070448256380754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/12/beauty-is-pain.html' title='Beauty is Pain'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1164113669248750513</id><published>2011-12-11T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:32:44.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool Things I do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><title type='text'>This is a high maintenance fire!</title><content type='html'>So last saturday my dad and mom were standing in the kitchen and we were all talking about what we were gonna do that day. My dad said welp, I'm going shooting at noon. Mom and me decided that we wanted to go too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed up to four peaks with ammo, targets, and a few firearms!&lt;br /&gt;We took Hank and there was snow on my mountain!&lt;br /&gt;About twenty minutes after we got there... it started to rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlI8lJnbxOk/TuT2BtmkBiI/AAAAAAAAAeM/f2kblhiyciI/s1600/DSC_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlI8lJnbxOk/TuT2BtmkBiI/AAAAAAAAAeM/f2kblhiyciI/s320/DSC_0185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJSGPe31QRQ/TuT2Lgt2GCI/AAAAAAAAAeU/x0QsYkNDJvY/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JJSGPe31QRQ/TuT2Lgt2GCI/AAAAAAAAAeU/x0QsYkNDJvY/s320/DSC_0146.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjgE7fgYC-o/TuT2RhDrirI/AAAAAAAAAec/9b1ChB2h9RE/s1600/DSC_0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjgE7fgYC-o/TuT2RhDrirI/AAAAAAAAAec/9b1ChB2h9RE/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma built a fire - and it was an awesome fire for being in the rain! &lt;br /&gt;Mom was tending to the fire and she goes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man, This is a high maintenance fire!" I laughed because.... keeping a fire alive in the rain probably isn't an easy thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dad and me were shooting at this bottle we could see a few yards away. When my dad went to set up another target... he looked at the bottle and he said &lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry it was just a propane bottle we were shooting at!" Quote of the day number two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day with my family. We haven't had a good outing like that in a while! :)&lt;br /&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/-QcwoDT3tIbc/TuT3Jnn4-YI/AAAAAAAAAek/3gp-kjlKufY/s1600/DSC_0180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcwoDT3tIbc/TuT3Jnn4-YI/AAAAAAAAAek/3gp-kjlKufY/s320/DSC_0180.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love Arizona's Desert.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1164113669248750513?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1164113669248750513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1164113669248750513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1164113669248750513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1164113669248750513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-high-maintenance-fire.html' title='This is a high maintenance fire!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OlI8lJnbxOk/TuT2BtmkBiI/AAAAAAAAAeM/f2kblhiyciI/s72-c/DSC_0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-661183780121459486</id><published>2011-12-02T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T16:00:37.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>National Competition.</title><content type='html'>Friends and Family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally done it. Crossing the next item off my bucketlist. Competing in a dance competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a national compeition for $5000. 50% of the decision is made from online voters. You can vote once a day up untill the 18th of December. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked really hard on this. We've spent countless hours doing choreography, rehearsal and more rehearsal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danceyall.com/throwdown/player/nicholas-perkins"&gt;http://www.danceyall.com/throwdown/player/nicholas-perkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click the red button at the bottom of the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your support!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-661183780121459486?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/661183780121459486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=661183780121459486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/661183780121459486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/661183780121459486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/12/national-competition.html' title='National Competition.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-3056408197358441686</id><published>2011-12-01T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:47:22.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes I Vent'/><title type='text'>Beware: Vent Session Ahead</title><content type='html'>I need to vent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL:&amp;nbsp; I feel like I'm going nowhere, fast. I love my job&amp;nbsp;with my whole heart. But I don't make enough money there and&amp;nbsp;that is a dead end job. I&amp;nbsp;want to go back to school. I miss it. I should be graduating with my bachelors in may 2012. I only have my associates degree. I haven't been to school in two years. that's ridiculous. I loved school.&amp;nbsp;I loved the social setting, I loved learning new things. The homework and tiny social life&amp;nbsp;I didn't love. But it was worth it. I need money for school. I don't know how to pay for it. I can't get FAFSA money. My mom won't cosign on a loan for school. My uncle said he would help out with school. But I can't ask him to pay for all of it.&amp;nbsp;I want to finish my degree and feel like I accompished something. I want to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;MONEY: I have been broke since May when I stopped working at the law firm. I afforded living on my own when I worked there. I didn't stress about money very often. I went through two jobs in one month after that. Then I started working at the school in August. So I was unemployed all summer. I have been broke since then. I don't make enough money at my job. All my money goes to gas. Christmas is coming up and I don't even know how I am going to get my parents anything. It sucks. I hate having to ask my mom for gas money. I am going to need new tires soon. My truck needs several new parts. I calculated how many weeks it was going to take just to get tires. Like 12. Without me spending one single penny. That's so unrealistic. I am going to need new tires before I can save up for them. I need a new fuel pump, new u joints, new rotors and drums/shoes, etc. The list goes on and on. It frustrates me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BODY: I worked so hard in June to lose almost 20 pounds. I gained the weight right back just like everyone told me I would. My pants are too snug and my shirts look aweful. I watch videos of me dancing or look at pictures... and I've gotten fat again. I hate it. I don't like feeling uncomfortable in my own skin. I'm going to start going to the gym again. and I might start that horrible aweful diet again. It is the worst 30 days ever. But... I'll be skinny. No body supports me. People judge me for it. But I like the feeling of being skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE: I miss dancing my butt off all the time. Now I go dancing, and I stand around. I'm lucky if I even break a sweat. I used to get the best workout. Now, no one hardly dances with me. I am not sure why. Michael doesn't come out much anymore, and he was the one that kept me on the dance floor all the time. Dance is my happy place, it's my escape and my stress relief. It makes everything better. But ... I haven't had that feeling in so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING ELSE:&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I feel like when I talk to people they tell me what I need to be doing or what I should be doing. Sometimes, I like to recognize the good things that I am doing. Right now I feel like I'm not doing anything right. I am extra down on myself because I am not where I think I should be. I am not unhappy with my life. Well actually I sorta am, that's a lie. I want things to be different. I picture how I want things in the future... and I'm not doing a damn thing to get me there. Things in my life need to change. I need to git goin where I wanna be. Cause everyday it feels a little farther and farther away. It shouldn't be like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-3056408197358441686?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3056408197358441686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=3056408197358441686&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3056408197358441686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3056408197358441686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/12/beware-vent-session-ahead.html' title='Beware: Vent Session Ahead'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-732856107252648614</id><published>2011-11-27T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:53:04.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Black Friday 2011</title><content type='html'>Katie, Tiffany, Mom and Me went Black Friday shopping this year!&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;Tiffany got a 32in TV, a steam cleaner, and some movies for presents, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom for a microwave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 19in TV for my room and a external harddrive. a whole Terrabite! yay. I don't know how to spell it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving afternoon we always sit at the table and go through all the adds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales started at midnight. So we took mini naps. Then we ventured out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in bed by 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walmart - everything flowed nice and smooth. No rushes no nothing. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of fun with family and friends this thanksgiving. I guess I should post about thanksgiving now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-732856107252648614?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/732856107252648614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=732856107252648614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/732856107252648614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/732856107252648614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday-2011.html' title='Black Friday 2011'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-2818309411501920893</id><published>2011-11-27T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:46:03.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately.</title><content type='html'>I've been working really hard lately on True Country stuff. (The dance company that Nick and I run). I'm trying to learn more about photography. I love my job at the elementary school. I am making new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Katie is living with us untill Christmas. I love having her here. She is more like a sister to me. We tell eachother everything. Even when she is halfway around the world. There is nothing we keep from eachother. She never judges me for doing stupid things and we always laugh about how the same we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy Matthew, he is pretty adorable. We have alot in common. We can have serious discussions, or retarded ones. He is the cowboy sort that rides bulls. HOT! &amp;nbsp;He got my flowers twice in one week. I don't think a guy has ever brought me flowers. He even sat through Breaking Dawn with me and didn't even complain once! I was surpised haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick alot lately. Due to working around hundreds of snotty nosed little kiddies. HOpefully by the end of the year my immune system will be stronger than fort knox. We shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a circle of friends. Some are the same as they always have been, and some come and go. I wish they would all come and just stay. I miss my old friends. I love my new friends just as much though! But my old friends, were in my life for a reason, and I can't see everyone all the time. It would be nice to see them once in a while though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is full of nothing important. That is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-2818309411501920893?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2818309411501920893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=2818309411501920893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2818309411501920893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2818309411501920893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/11/lately.html' title='Lately.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8510440218989895236</id><published>2011-11-27T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:35:42.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>I Like Shooting Stuff.</title><content type='html'>Veterans Day 2011 &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matthew, Tiffany, Me, and some of Matt's friends went out to Four Peaks to target shoot. The weather was perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiffany shot a hole right in the middle of a clay pigeon with the .22 rifle. Good job girl!&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/-4y2NaYXlobQ/TtKeHpoRdII/AAAAAAAAAdk/aNFOKWhv9gA/s1600/DSC_0877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4y2NaYXlobQ/TtKeHpoRdII/AAAAAAAAAdk/aNFOKWhv9gA/s320/DSC_0877.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I sort of love this picture of Matt and Me!&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/-GNQuqADPaaw/TtKePZvZ_YI/AAAAAAAAAds/T2yOZ_DUZT8/s1600/DSC_0933+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNQuqADPaaw/TtKePZvZ_YI/AAAAAAAAAds/T2yOZ_DUZT8/s320/DSC_0933+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me, rocking at target practice :) not really. Jk I did ok. &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/-DyDV8YBAEcQ/TtKeYnElVvI/AAAAAAAAAd0/9IN4pLwIakY/s1600/IMG_1557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DyDV8YBAEcQ/TtKeYnElVvI/AAAAAAAAAd0/9IN4pLwIakY/s320/IMG_1557.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Matthew and me. That mountain in the back ground... is mine. It's called Four Peaks. I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFl_K_0B1Mg/TtKebC2nLfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lcmdDmqDKj0/s1600/IMG_1562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFl_K_0B1Mg/TtKebC2nLfI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lcmdDmqDKj0/s320/IMG_1562.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Tiffany and Me. I've loved growing closer to her. She really is a sweet girl and I cherish our friendship. I look forward to building our friendship more.&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/-gzbMLzTsxug/TtKed7s8LZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/iw7EMG5AvY0/s1600/IMG_1564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzbMLzTsxug/TtKed7s8LZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/iw7EMG5AvY0/s320/IMG_1564.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great way to spend veterans day. Target practice is always fun. Expecially with cool people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8510440218989895236?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8510440218989895236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8510440218989895236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8510440218989895236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8510440218989895236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-like-shooting-stuff.html' title='I Like Shooting Stuff.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4y2NaYXlobQ/TtKeHpoRdII/AAAAAAAAAdk/aNFOKWhv9gA/s72-c/DSC_0877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1686624594162185195</id><published>2011-11-27T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:28:03.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool Things I do'/><title type='text'>Jump Street</title><content type='html'>I've never been to Jump Street. But a whole warehouse with wall to wall trampolines... SIGN ME UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arrnGAP4gZQ/TtKch26NcqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/34s3HDRxdS4/s1600/bounce1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arrnGAP4gZQ/TtKch26NcqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/34s3HDRxdS4/s320/bounce1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zfkvo8bF2a4/TtKclwVsxyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/YeQsJSlRumI/s1600/bounce3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zfkvo8bF2a4/TtKclwVsxyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/YeQsJSlRumI/s320/bounce3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We made friends with one of the workers... after we already snuck into the foam pit. They only allow two people in at a time, and you have to have a special pass. We didn't follow any of the rules. But he let us stay in there for a little while! It was really hard to get out of. Those dang o things rip off your socks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc8YtK0S5oc/TtKcuCrowcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/B9tBuJXRP6M/s1600/bounce2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pc8YtK0S5oc/TtKcuCrowcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/B9tBuJXRP6M/s320/bounce2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lots of my friends have never been here either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping on trampolines for two straight hours is definately a work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1686624594162185195?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1686624594162185195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1686624594162185195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1686624594162185195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1686624594162185195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/11/jump-street.html' title='Jump Street'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arrnGAP4gZQ/TtKch26NcqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/34s3HDRxdS4/s72-c/bounce1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-5250818754327956263</id><published>2011-11-27T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:20:35.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Fake ID</title><content type='html'>A crew of us learned the line dance from the new footloose movie. Fake ID is the song, and then it goes into footloose the eighties song. &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/-pjFut3DJKK0/TtKZew16-tI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ryruqt0fkRU/s1600/fakeid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjFut3DJKK0/TtKZew16-tI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ryruqt0fkRU/s320/fakeid.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5NoihAXRr0/TtKZjfVuriI/AAAAAAAAAdE/LXHjtvXPYi8/s1600/fakeid2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5NoihAXRr0/TtKZjfVuriI/AAAAAAAAAdE/LXHjtvXPYi8/s320/fakeid2.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MQAB52a98Fw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;This night was SOOOO fun. I had a blast learning the dance, and getting to know some of these great dancers! &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;Live. Laugh. Love. Line Dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-5250818754327956263?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5250818754327956263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=5250818754327956263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5250818754327956263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5250818754327956263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/11/fake-id.html' title='Fake ID'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjFut3DJKK0/TtKZew16-tI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ryruqt0fkRU/s72-c/fakeid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1048371375874536749</id><published>2011-11-27T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:07:04.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments worth Mentioning'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Fight!</title><content type='html'>I went to the Nuttall's this year to carve pumpkins. Steph's son Morgan and I got into a pumpkin fight. I wish I could show you the video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we were dumping pumpkin guts in eachother pumpkins as we were trying to empty them out. Then we started wiping it on eachother. Then we started throwing it at eachother. &lt;br /&gt;Then it was dumping it in eachother's clothes. Morgan started chasing me and his pants were falling off so I dumped it in his pants, and he dumped it down my shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hands down, the most hilarious food fight I've ever been in. Only it was pumpkins not food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very slimy. &lt;br /&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/-Wl0Ov-LaWkA/TtKYULubm0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Qd1D9sDscoY/s1600/morgy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl0Ov-LaWkA/TtKYULubm0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Qd1D9sDscoY/s320/morgy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1048371375874536749?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1048371375874536749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1048371375874536749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1048371375874536749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1048371375874536749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/11/pumpkin-fight.html' title='Pumpkin Fight!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wl0Ov-LaWkA/TtKYULubm0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Qd1D9sDscoY/s72-c/morgy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-4361479149052097289</id><published>2011-11-27T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:01:34.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Some Campout Thingymabob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In October we went camping up near Woods Canyon lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jakeb and me on top of the rim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDyCQ4S79lI/TtKUjQ6Ll-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/KozEFsoY54k/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDyCQ4S79lI/TtKUjQ6Ll-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/KozEFsoY54k/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" width="214" /&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;Nick is really good at cooking eggs :)&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/-VICKbDrEAmA/TtKUwtPnXqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/RPwhc2Zzca4/s1600/DSCN2404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VICKbDrEAmA/TtKUwtPnXqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/RPwhc2Zzca4/s320/DSCN2404.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cami and me &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/-cCBOdixyI9I/TtKU3gtC48I/AAAAAAAAAb8/uEuRiqnBrCU/s1600/DSCN2410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCBOdixyI9I/TtKU3gtC48I/AAAAAAAAAb8/uEuRiqnBrCU/s320/DSCN2410.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Steph and me! LOVE HER!&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/-oXdZvXuGJv8/TtKU-yyJ3iI/AAAAAAAAAcE/e2RPgg5o8Cc/s1600/DSCN2411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXdZvXuGJv8/TtKU-yyJ3iI/AAAAAAAAAcE/e2RPgg5o8Cc/s320/DSCN2411.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gnomeo, me and the quad.&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/-I3ybUDCL3jo/TtKVM1z4hZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/PnblKJuSjhY/s1600/DSCN2451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I3ybUDCL3jo/TtKVM1z4hZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/PnblKJuSjhY/s320/DSCN2451.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For some unknown reason the quad wasn't starting, but the boys kept push starting it - what a work out!&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/-gUE19CM_HPU/TtKVUAmTN1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/qENCQMlqCnI/s1600/DSCN2516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUE19CM_HPU/TtKVUAmTN1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/qENCQMlqCnI/s320/DSCN2516.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was mud. THis was the first time I got my truck muddy :) It was a blast! Cami and Steph kept screaming everytime we would romp thru something lol&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/-jjxLV6eYBqw/TtKViO_XwxI/AAAAAAAAAcc/09725vIyTlQ/s1600/DSCN2541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjxLV6eYBqw/TtKViO_XwxI/AAAAAAAAAcc/09725vIyTlQ/s320/DSCN2541.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We shot some targets and stuff. &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/-GSDyDTRF9RM/TtKVt_hGzOI/AAAAAAAAAck/xoqe2gbfzLY/s1600/DSCN2580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GSDyDTRF9RM/TtKVt_hGzOI/AAAAAAAAAck/xoqe2gbfzLY/s320/DSCN2580.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cami made a coke float...using the entire jug of ice cream, awesome!&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/-cRrv7fNNgZM/TtKV3mUrmLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ufDRQF9LSl4/s1600/DSCN2627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cRrv7fNNgZM/TtKV3mUrmLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ufDRQF9LSl4/s320/DSCN2627.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Overall it was a great trip! I slept great that night. We had lots of fun during the day and good campfire discussions at night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-4361479149052097289?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4361479149052097289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=4361479149052097289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4361479149052097289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4361479149052097289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-campout-thingymabob.html' title='Some Campout Thingymabob'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDyCQ4S79lI/TtKUjQ6Ll-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/KozEFsoY54k/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-2983486655902946354</id><published>2011-11-27T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:45:34.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Arizona's Best Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7 Days after going to Flagstaff for Easton Corbin my friends and I hopped in the car and took off to Prescott to celebrate thier anniversary. Did you know that Prescott is the oldest city in Arizona? Now that's something to celebrate! It exsisted even before Arizona was a state. There was a Jordin Sparks concert, lots of food, dancing, and plenty of picture perfect moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cami and I on Whiskey Row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSB0deEk4Us/TtKRZ9kWCXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6NrNTAZ24Ls/s1600/DSCN4138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSB0deEk4Us/TtKRZ9kWCXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6NrNTAZ24Ls/s320/DSCN4138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLpNYgqGxFM/TtKRl0whpAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/mjsCLT7bK18/s1600/DSCN4161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLpNYgqGxFM/TtKRl0whpAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/mjsCLT7bK18/s320/DSCN4161.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cool old car?&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/-Yg_H9O0oJqM/TtKRxJusJnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/OhiyjumX1Vs/s1600/DSCN4214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg_H9O0oJqM/TtKRxJusJnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/OhiyjumX1Vs/s320/DSCN4214.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Starting at me - going left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Cami, Nick, Don, Hannah&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/-0Ts8FmlbHYE/TtKR-0QHpsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/q7S841Kt4dE/s1600/DSCN4229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ts8FmlbHYE/TtKR-0QHpsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/q7S841Kt4dE/s320/DSCN4229.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Planking picture of the year. Done!&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/-5I7q8XDusPw/TtKSJPJgsSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/eJdzsIZxFnk/s1600/DSCN4244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5I7q8XDusPw/TtKSJPJgsSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/eJdzsIZxFnk/s320/DSCN4244.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is our night summed up by one picture. &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/-Md0FGkU_P2U/TtKSTFrk1YI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1UsYzAIVQL0/s1600/DSCN4219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Md0FGkU_P2U/TtKSTFrk1YI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1UsYzAIVQL0/s320/DSCN4219.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great time. I love dancing at Matt's Saloon in Prescott. Thier dance floor is like heaven to my boots. It is fantastic!&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;Thanks to my friends for making it a good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-2983486655902946354?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2983486655902946354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=2983486655902946354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2983486655902946354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2983486655902946354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/11/arizonas-best-fest.html' title='Arizona&apos;s Best Fest'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSB0deEk4Us/TtKRZ9kWCXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/6NrNTAZ24Ls/s72-c/DSCN4138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-4548580001608225942</id><published>2011-11-27T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:34:53.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Easton Corbin</title><content type='html'>On&amp;nbsp;September 10, 2011 I got to go to the Easton Corbin concert with Cami, Nick, and Jeremy. It was tons of fun! We headed up to Flagstaff&amp;nbsp;that afternoon and back the same night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvWZA_jkFas/TtKP-0ZaJFI/AAAAAAAAAak/GlcYvjcIIjs/s1600/DSCN3983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvWZA_jkFas/TtKP-0ZaJFI/AAAAAAAAAak/GlcYvjcIIjs/s320/DSCN3983.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2zP7Ze-FIc/TtKQSJsY0TI/AAAAAAAAAas/E7DNM0hUG4s/s1600/DSCN3993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2zP7Ze-FIc/TtKQSJsY0TI/AAAAAAAAAas/E7DNM0hUG4s/s320/DSCN3993.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's such a cutie! &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/-EFKqzBXnzqc/TtKQdTJYMDI/AAAAAAAAAa0/yw1HWgaiBd4/s1600/DSCN3984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFKqzBXnzqc/TtKQdTJYMDI/AAAAAAAAAa0/yw1HWgaiBd4/s320/DSCN3984.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Jeremy! (He bought my ticket)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The concert was tons of fun! On the way home we drove through an AWFUL storm. We had to change the windshield wipers while it was pouring rain. That was hard. We made it home in one piece, thank goodness!&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;Live. Laugh. Love. Music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-4548580001608225942?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4548580001608225942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=4548580001608225942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4548580001608225942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4548580001608225942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/11/easton-corbin.html' title='Easton Corbin'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvWZA_jkFas/TtKP-0ZaJFI/AAAAAAAAAak/GlcYvjcIIjs/s72-c/DSCN3983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-4767670264290630666</id><published>2011-10-21T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:24:05.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindergarten'/><title type='text'>Kinder Stories: Lunch Time</title><content type='html'>One of the many special parts about working in kindergarten is they can't even eat lunch with out you. They can't write their letters without your help. They can't tie their shoes without you. They can't open thier juice boxes without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I start at one end and work my way down to the opposite end. I open thier milks, make sure they have a spoon, make sure their applesauce is open, unwrap thier burritos or grilled cheese sandwhiches, etc. &lt;br /&gt;Some of them sit patiently while others immediately start ripping into thier food making it near impossible for me to open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them. Lunch time is a fun time when we talk about thier weekend, or what they're excited to do at day care. They tell me silly things and make up jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for kindergarten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-4767670264290630666?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4767670264290630666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=4767670264290630666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4767670264290630666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4767670264290630666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/10/kinder-stories-lunch-time.html' title='Kinder Stories: Lunch Time'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-713999894763467742</id><published>2011-10-21T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:14:51.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindergarten'/><title type='text'>Kinder Stories: 27,28,29</title><content type='html'>I was counting with one of my girls today and her counting went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;26&lt;br /&gt;27&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt;29&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;2012&lt;br /&gt;2013&lt;br /&gt;2014&lt;br /&gt;2015&lt;br /&gt;2016&lt;br /&gt;2017&lt;br /&gt;2018&lt;br /&gt;2019&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her method was right! I like kids and the way they think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-713999894763467742?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/713999894763467742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=713999894763467742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/713999894763467742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/713999894763467742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/10/kinder-stories-272829.html' title='Kinder Stories: 27,28,29'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-43320944497916077</id><published>2011-10-21T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:10:57.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindergarten'/><title type='text'>Kinder Stories: Jackrabbit!</title><content type='html'>I will be sharing several kinder stories. I love my kiddos and they do hilarious things. I need to record them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picking up the class from P.E. and one of the little boys came running up to me and he plows into my stomach and the convo went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: "Ms. Brittany You smell awesome! Not like a jackrabbit"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What does a jackrabbit smell like"&lt;br /&gt;him: "dirty, but you smell awesome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my kiddos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-43320944497916077?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/43320944497916077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=43320944497916077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/43320944497916077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/43320944497916077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/10/kinder-stories-jackrabbit.html' title='Kinder Stories: Jackrabbit!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-843948096261624499</id><published>2011-10-11T11:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:09:39.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country Girl'/><title type='text'>Hank.</title><content type='html'>It finally happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a truck!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a 1999 White Dodge 4x4 5.9L V8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's perfect and I love him so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold my PT Cruiser and got my trucky. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN4299.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN4299.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-tg7NxEvDd1s/TpSOe8P3p1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/drUq0UCUSvA/s1600/DSC_0461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tg7NxEvDd1s/TpSOe8P3p1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/drUq0UCUSvA/s400/DSC_0461.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;Mom and me took him 4 wheeling last weekend. He did great! We went out to the jungle at queen valley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing that stinks is the windows are so tinted I can't see crap when theyre rolled&amp;nbsp;up. especially at night. So I mostly drive with the windows down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love having a truck! Love love love!!!! He makes all my dreams come true :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've got my dog and my truck. Boyfriend? please. no thanks!&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;Live. Laugh. Love. Play in the mud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-843948096261624499?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/843948096261624499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=843948096261624499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/843948096261624499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/843948096261624499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/10/hank.html' title='Hank.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tg7NxEvDd1s/TpSOe8P3p1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/drUq0UCUSvA/s72-c/DSC_0461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-2311926743730075695</id><published>2011-08-24T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T00:31:24.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>Cute Boys.</title><content type='html'>So today I was out and about. Running several errands. I thought to myself... how come on the days I don't get ready... I go the most places and see the most cute boys. It's got to be the universes way of telling me that I need to get ready at the beginning of the day no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do my hair. and wear make up. everyday. I need to wear cute outfits. I don't feel like I have any cute clothes. I have v necks and jeans. I wear my flip flops or my boots. Everyday. &lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a clothing style. I would like to start rebuilding my wardrobe when I get money from the job I haven't started yet. I have sen several blogs where girls post what they wore that day. I am still debating doing this or not becuase I"ll probly fizzle out doing it. It's a pain to get online everyday just so you can see what I wore. But... maybe it'll cut down on my facebook time?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it might force me to get cute everyday if all my bloggy stalkers have to see what I look like. WHo knows. I'll maybe give it a shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - lately I'm loving air drying my hair. No blow dry. just air dry. I got it cut and it has some really cute layers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS - &lt;br /&gt;My sister, her husband, and my neice and nephews are in town! I don't have many pictures of them. But I sure love having them in town!! :) &lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-2311926743730075695?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2311926743730075695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=2311926743730075695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2311926743730075695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2311926743730075695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/08/cute-boys.html' title='Cute Boys.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8390892365148819347</id><published>2011-08-12T14:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T14:08:46.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Captain America</title><content type='html'>Last night Cami, Dustin, Jessie, me and Brycen (dustin's son) went to the drive ins to watch Captain America. We we 30 minutes late because we had to go pick up cami, her car is still broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that I was distracted thru the whole thing. BUT half the movie looked like cartoon animation, and a lame attempt at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was cooler in the comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8390892365148819347?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8390892365148819347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8390892365148819347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8390892365148819347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8390892365148819347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/08/captain-america.html' title='Captain America'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-5535357314797877551</id><published>2011-08-09T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T11:43:38.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Don't Stop Dancing.</title><content type='html'>I owe a lot to my dance partners. I am lucky enough to dance with some of the best in the valley. I constantly go dancing with them so to me it's normal... but when I go other places and I don't see anyone else dancing like we do... I realize how fortunate I am to be lead by some of the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some of these dance quotes that resonate with me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Football isn't a contact sport; it's a collision sport. Dancing is a contact sport.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oU9maCr-TtI/TUsZy0iIQDI/AAAAAAAAASI/5S4-nVin0uY/s1600/arm%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oU9maCr-TtI/TUsZy0iIQDI/AAAAAAAAASI/5S4-nVin0uY/s320/arm%2521.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALtWQprrOVI/TkFtxAoRWpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/2tLJ8VDySCo/s1600/bruise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALtWQprrOVI/TkFtxAoRWpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/2tLJ8VDySCo/s320/bruise.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“When you are dancing with your partner,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for that two and a half minutes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are in love with each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;You're corresponding with each other by the moves that you make. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a love affair, between you and your partner and the music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;You feel the music, you feel your partner, She feels you and she feels the music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;So there the three of you are together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got a triangle, you know. Which one do you love best?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-7wWzVbLuF6s/TimsOH9xtPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/aLtgSK9dx7Y/s1600/DSCN3749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7wWzVbLuF6s/TimsOH9xtPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/aLtgSK9dx7Y/s400/DSCN3749.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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KBYYJTJeG5s/TjNBVaDNlyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oDNQ8hrEthw/s1600/DSC_0235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KBYYJTJeG5s/TjNBVaDNlyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oDNQ8hrEthw/s400/DSC_0235.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;em&gt;"Dancing is just like conversation between two people, Talk to me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_4hzULKxW8/Th9XWZJyDKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/4lIGtxd9ZT8/s1600/DSCN3708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_4hzULKxW8/Th9XWZJyDKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/4lIGtxd9ZT8/s400/DSCN3708.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;em&gt;"In Swing, Whatever works... is right"&lt;/em&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/-Xta32GAEdYY/TkFvfKbHi4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/UjveW7FoQdk/s1600/lookylooky.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xta32GAEdYY/TkFvfKbHi4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/UjveW7FoQdk/s320/lookylooky.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never Critisize your dance partner"&lt;/em&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="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mh2UaQAg28g/TkFzWHabiLI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_NzR2Olcpv8/s1600/dip.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mh2UaQAg28g/TkFzWHabiLI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_NzR2Olcpv8/s320/dip.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anthony is an amazing dancer! He makes me look amazing. He is always complimenting me and he doesn't get frustrated when I mess up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CWWeqD8Jgo/TkF4HoDOkSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/DiKn4oIzPgM/s1600/gamenite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CWWeqD8Jgo/TkF4HoDOkSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/DiKn4oIzPgM/s320/gamenite.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Michael never lets me feel anything but confident. He makes me feel like the best dancer on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few nights ago I was frustrated with my dancing and this is what he said...&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;"Brittany... you are an amazing, beautiful woman and your a great dancer. People stare at you wishing they could be you when we dance. You're incredible, I mean that not only as a dancer but as a person. You're my dance partner and I need you to make me look good out there. You really are born to dance and I love dancing with you my dear"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awww Thanks Michael!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Quote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Want to spend lots of time dancing with the ladies? - Impress them with how good they are"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A man who knows how to dance can make any woman feel good"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLHFCMW_2us/TkF862ErIbI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Jall82ZC3QA/s1600/DSCN3694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLHFCMW_2us/TkF862ErIbI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Jall82ZC3QA/s400/DSCN3694.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dancing is the most fun you can have with your clothes on!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dancing cheek to cheek is really a form of floor play"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I do not try to dance better than anyone else, I simply try to dance better than myself"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HhT5Hfbf6Ak/TkF8JHJlKNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zEqVeKJAl3I/s1600/DSC_0183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HhT5Hfbf6Ak/TkF8JHJlKNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zEqVeKJAl3I/s320/DSC_0183.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Great dancers are not because of thier technique, they are because of thier passion"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPuJzGcWO6I/TkF7S-xl1kI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ceHBy3aeWrk/s1600/DSC_0200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pPuJzGcWO6I/TkF7S-xl1kI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ceHBy3aeWrk/s400/DSC_0200.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To watch us dance is to hear our hearts speak"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the people I dance with. We have a great group and I am humbled and grateful each time I get to dance with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-5535357314797877551?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5535357314797877551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=5535357314797877551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5535357314797877551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5535357314797877551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-stop-dancing.html' title='Don&apos;t Stop Dancing.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oU9maCr-TtI/TUsZy0iIQDI/AAAAAAAAASI/5S4-nVin0uY/s72-c/arm%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-3747918009871512988</id><published>2011-08-07T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T13:29:15.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends'/><title type='text'>Blurry!</title><content type='html'>This week was kind of a blur. It was a good week. A very productive week. But&amp;nbsp;long and blurry nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;I was house sitting in North Scottsdale. Tuesday I had the day off so I hung around the house all day. Wednesday we had a dance team meeting. Cami and I help out Heel Clique on the non-performing side. After that I went dancing. Billy and Megan were there and Michael and I had fun dancing! Payton and Chelsea were there too! I haven't seen them in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;Thursday my car was having trouble and it wouldn't start. We worked on some Tshirts and ran some errands. Nick tickled me to the ground in Target. After that we went to Warren's Jazz Bistro in Gilbert. There was a tiny dance floor and so we danced in between eating! Nick bought Cami and I dinner. Each plate was like $20!! Way expensive. Thanks Nick!! It was yummy food and we had fun dancing :) &lt;br /&gt;Friday I had no car! Cami was nice and drove me around! We taught a great class Friday night. When I was dancing with Michael my nose touched his nose... and he just had nose&amp;nbsp;surgery so that was extremely painful for him. I felt aweful. My hair kept whipping him in the face and so finally he was like... Ok... I'm done dancing! &lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we got up early to go hiking. We were coming back at noon. or so we thought. &lt;br /&gt;Fossil Springs is gorgeous! We swam and had a blast! We brought Gnomeo and took pictures with him :)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin brought his underwater camera and I can't wait to see how the pictures turned out!&lt;br /&gt;Nick, Cami, Me, Jess, Dustin, and Mona went together. There were a few other people going from the valley so we all caravanned up there. &lt;br /&gt;On our way out of the canyon... Nick was driving Cami's Honda Pilot... and we broke the back axel...&lt;br /&gt;We were stranded. In the bottom of a canyon... and tow trucks would cost at least $400 to get us out. So we waited for a couple hours and hitched a ride home with some of the other people from the valley. Thanks to them for getting us home!&lt;br /&gt;After that we had to rush to a photoshoot for Country Swing Dance Az/True Country. I was the photographer and I was super stressed! We got lots of pictures and our models did awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I will psot those soon! Jessie let me use her truck to get back to Scottsdale since Cami's car was stuck in the bottom of Fossil Springs. They went back Sunday with Billy's trailor and Dustins truck to get the Pilot. &lt;br /&gt;I went to Grahams Central Station for the first time! It's awesome! Sonny gave me the grand tour. There are 4 different bars. The biggest dance floor in all of Arizona. There's a 80's and 90's room, top 40 room, Country room (the biggest) and a coyote ugly bar in the middle of all of them. I love it! The dance floor was amazing! It's not as crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I were rocking the dance floor :)&lt;br /&gt;We found a few more people to come to our classes! I always have a blast when I'm dancing. Jessie's friend Mona came with me because jessie and Dustin were on a super date. I was so glad she came out with me! She looked great out there and lots of guys&amp;nbsp;asked her to dance. Billy and Megan were there and Michael and Alisha came. It was way fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was super busy. I'm sure I left out alot! I'll post pictures/videos when I get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this weekend that I have amazing friends. I knew that before but Out group of friends really will go to the ends of the earth for eachother. That means the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-3747918009871512988?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3747918009871512988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=3747918009871512988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3747918009871512988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3747918009871512988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/08/blurry.html' title='Blurry!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-6548617947467982198</id><published>2011-07-31T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:10:58.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Abuse!</title><content type='html'>I have the most abusive dance partners! This is a bruise from Friday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Tsyi9ja6Ig/TjY0QGuu8MI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_t8frf-IVoA/s1600/bruise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Tsyi9ja6Ig/TjY0QGuu8MI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_t8frf-IVoA/s320/bruise.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken Saturday.&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/-chXnm5R4d3g/TjY0ktKT0QI/AAAAAAAAAZc/QMGPwUQEZq0/s1600/bruise2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-chXnm5R4d3g/TjY0ktKT0QI/AAAAAAAAAZc/QMGPwUQEZq0/s320/bruise2.jpg" t$="true" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's getting bigger. and darker. AWESOME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nick was dipping me in this position&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4uj8Y0Qw14/TjY0-bSRceI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FlMB9mqFOwI/s1600/DSC_0240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4uj8Y0Qw14/TjY0-bSRceI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FlMB9mqFOwI/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I threw my head back a little bit too far... and I smacked the top of my head into the ground... It really hurt. I shook it off. But later into the evening... I started getting dizzy and had the worst head ache!! Oops! I learned a lesson.... Don't throw your head back quit so far. &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;Live. Laugh. Love. Embrace the beatings :)&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;BML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-6548617947467982198?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6548617947467982198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=6548617947467982198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6548617947467982198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6548617947467982198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/abuse.html' title='Abuse!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Tsyi9ja6Ig/TjY0QGuu8MI/AAAAAAAAAZY/_t8frf-IVoA/s72-c/bruise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8600162588773191006</id><published>2011-07-31T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T21:57:09.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Waterproof Camera Fun!</title><content type='html'>Dustin bought a waterproof camera for the hike that we didn't go on... so instead we spent the day dancing in the park. We were all sitting under a tree listening to music and dancing. Dusting said he felt like a hippie haha it was super hot and very sweaty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we ordered pizza and went swimming at Dustin's. We decided to bust out the camera! We were gonna take the Gnome with us. We didn't even get pictures swimming with him :( He is gonna come on all of our adventures now! We can't wait to bring him. We have to think of cool places just so he can come with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the pool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cami, Me and Jessie&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/-k5sqP3sABZs/TjYvy-bu8NI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wAR-p_fyCtI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5sqP3sABZs/TjYvy-bu8NI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wAR-p_fyCtI/s400/1.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dustin and Jessie :) Its disgusting how adorable they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7hYBqZIzWs/TjYv_OaCC2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/E0jKMqfIbyI/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7hYBqZIzWs/TjYv_OaCC2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/E0jKMqfIbyI/s400/2.jpg" t$="true" 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;Oliver and me!&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/-daEz9vUuBnw/TjYwA8GUZbI/AAAAAAAAAYk/E-lCtaEh19Q/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daEz9vUuBnw/TjYwA8GUZbI/AAAAAAAAAYk/E-lCtaEh19Q/s400/3.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dustin and Cami practicing the Angel Lift... and falling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fep3ZX2r_nY/TjYwDoJULNI/AAAAAAAAAYo/fSJ8eEc17pw/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fep3ZX2r_nY/TjYwDoJULNI/AAAAAAAAAYo/fSJ8eEc17pw/s400/5.jpg" t$="true" 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;Dustin found it hilarious just to throw her :)&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/-QQ3Cb1DZvhs/TjYwFZ5eg4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/V7qJHyRoGes/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ3Cb1DZvhs/TjYwFZ5eg4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/V7qJHyRoGes/s400/6.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cami!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRX5vPwnuck/TjYwH5bl5JI/AAAAAAAAAYw/jlgjfZaFISM/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRX5vPwnuck/TjYwH5bl5JI/AAAAAAAAAYw/jlgjfZaFISM/s400/10.jpg" t$="true" 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;Dustin&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/-AP-eB4b5waI/TjYwKMWF03I/AAAAAAAAAY0/5FTjEIwUMEE/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AP-eB4b5waI/TjYwKMWF03I/AAAAAAAAAY0/5FTjEIwUMEE/s400/11.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Michael wanted me to stand on his chest...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd5lMSfkShI/TjYwMHMVZiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/G7RmVt-PoPY/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd5lMSfkShI/TjYwMHMVZiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/G7RmVt-PoPY/s400/12.jpg" t$="true" 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;Michael!&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/-rKLAUJhIfEg/TjYwOe3JT7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/Gwiyz7ykaFk/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rKLAUJhIfEg/TjYwOe3JT7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/Gwiyz7ykaFk/s400/13.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Michael and Cami going off the diving board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ks6IKdhZGiU/TjYwSRWLUdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cuI_nlInfVQ/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ks6IKdhZGiU/TjYwSRWLUdI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cuI_nlInfVQ/s400/14.jpg" t$="true" 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;Air Plank!!&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/-nye2fyKyFMo/TjYwVNgGBiI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hja7bxEl9wg/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nye2fyKyFMo/TjYwVNgGBiI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hja7bxEl9wg/s400/17.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Superman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRhTm_iVNrs/TjYwXdCmuuI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fHlRuCqJrYQ/s1600/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HRhTm_iVNrs/TjYwXdCmuuI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fHlRuCqJrYQ/s400/19.jpg" t$="true" 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;Jessie and Alexis&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/-zaE51Q2LKWU/TjYwZ1-iX9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/k7qCfhxoQqU/s1600/21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zaE51Q2LKWU/TjYwZ1-iX9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/k7qCfhxoQqU/s400/21.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jessie and Me... failed attempt at an underwater picture?? No biggie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSnCmWGgA2Q/TjYwbyfvCEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/iyB67qfiYuY/s1600/22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSnCmWGgA2Q/TjYwbyfvCEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/iyB67qfiYuY/s400/22.jpg" t$="true" 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;Oliver and Me!&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/-E2B-EAq1xxY/TjYwdr8mDUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/7p5rmHh4yxU/s1600/23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2B-EAq1xxY/TjYwdr8mDUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/7p5rmHh4yxU/s400/23.jpg" t$="true" 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;We had a fun day in the pool! Nick showed up later but we were already out of film. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cami made me a cool true country shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my friends, we have a really fun group. &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/276476968662122989-8600162588773191006?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8600162588773191006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8600162588773191006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8600162588773191006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8600162588773191006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/waterproof-camera-fun.html' title='Waterproof Camera Fun!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5sqP3sABZs/TjYvy-bu8NI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wAR-p_fyCtI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-2100230236785867891</id><published>2011-07-31T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T12:23:53.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Dang It.</title><content type='html'>I ran into a guy today that I had kinda dated a while back. We went on a few dates and they were the funnest dates I've ever been on. Hands down. We had SOOO much in common and he was a really great guy! I love his family and had a great time whenever we went out.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue he stopped calling and texting me. I didn't understand. Then a few weeks later I hear that he was engaged. I will admit I was a little bit sad. Like what did I do wrong!? I thought we got along really well. &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that he is happy, don't get me wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am always the girl they date right before they get engaged. It's happened 3 times! What the heck man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to come with a disclaimer... "Don't worry... I'll hold you over till you meet your fiance and I'll try not to get attached in the mean time" It's no biggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom tells me... Don't worry when Mr. Right comes along just think how happy you will be. Ya that doesn't help me. No consolation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The rest of my Sunday has been great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-2100230236785867891?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2100230236785867891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=2100230236785867891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2100230236785867891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2100230236785867891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/dang-it.html' title='Dang It.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-4818699352881140684</id><published>2011-07-29T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:31:17.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>I love my life.</title><content type='html'>I love my life. More importantly I love the people I spend all my time with. Thursday night we went out to San Tan Flats to dance. It's a restaurant that has an outside area with a stage and a dance floor. The dance floor is fairly small and it was almost 100 degrees outside... but that doesn't stop us! My parents came out to dance and hang out with us! I was so excited because theyve never come out to see me dance before! We didn't do anything real crazy but I gave my dad two step lessons! Then Nick and me taught billy, megan, and my parents to Nightclub Two step. Its a very pretty dance. One of my favorites. After that Billy taught us the crab walk. It's a super sweet move. See below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start by me wrapping my left lefg around his&amp;nbsp;right leg. Then crossing over with my right leg around his left leg. Then he takes a step and turns us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BST7esYrbpU/TjM_S29SYdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/i7Ddgf3FrYM/s1600/DSC_0217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BST7esYrbpU/TjM_S29SYdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/i7Ddgf3FrYM/s400/DSC_0217.JPG" t$="true" 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;As he's turning I unhook my left leg and move it to his hip and bring my right leg up to the same position&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/-XIOkuhpTEnU/TjM_dbndaQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Fwf7CmKv9Uk/s1600/DSC_0318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIOkuhpTEnU/TjM_dbndaQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Fwf7CmKv9Uk/s400/DSC_0318.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then he dips me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1C5aR04FUd8/TjM_mfcALKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gudgL0YhTpA/s1600/DSC_0240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1C5aR04FUd8/TjM_mfcALKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gudgL0YhTpA/s400/DSC_0240.JPG" t$="true" 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;TA-DA!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I named this move the crab walk cause that's what I feel like. PS I don't like my chin. Ew. &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;After that we were practicing the falling angel. Now, this is a move that I've never done outside of the swimming pool so needless to say doing it above concrete is terrifying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DqV3X9XIFc/TjNAgs0hptI/AAAAAAAAAYE/WTYbWYyGMwE/s1600/DSC_0270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DqV3X9XIFc/TjNAgs0hptI/AAAAAAAAAYE/WTYbWYyGMwE/s400/DSC_0270.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's a tough move that I haven't quite mastered. I'll get there though! Couple more tries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jess and me were practicing our dip :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H77ItMZ1a8U/TjNA5e2HlZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/eulM5XIzEFw/s1600/DSC_0210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H77ItMZ1a8U/TjNA5e2HlZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/eulM5XIzEFw/s400/DSC_0210.JPG" t$="true" 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;Jess and I dancing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nVpNGBLZooU/TjNBG9zkIHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/g2rmPRmvm0w/s1600/DSC_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nVpNGBLZooU/TjNBG9zkIHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/g2rmPRmvm0w/s400/DSC_0201.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Billy and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KBYYJTJeG5s/TjNBVaDNlyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oDNQ8hrEthw/s1600/DSC_0235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KBYYJTJeG5s/TjNBVaDNlyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oDNQ8hrEthw/s400/DSC_0235.JPG" t$="true" 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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFhxts_gvYo/TjNCAUOubLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EiBVtsdD5dI/s1600/DSC_0223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFhxts_gvYo/TjNCAUOubLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/EiBVtsdD5dI/s400/DSC_0223.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cami and I doing our dip... it's different than mine and Jessie's dip! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4uExIQwmHk/TjNCW0rY0PI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ghAQQ7f7n5M/s1600/DSC_0198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4uExIQwmHk/TjNCW0rY0PI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ghAQQ7f7n5M/s400/DSC_0198.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was our "Two Step Train" We totally rocked it. We two stepped for like a half a song all in sync! Beat that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my friends and the hot sweaty fun we have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I did not love the short I wore that night because it wasn't very flattering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love that my parents came out and had a good time. It was so fun to dance with my daddy. I've never gotten to dance with him before. &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;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-4818699352881140684?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4818699352881140684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=4818699352881140684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4818699352881140684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4818699352881140684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-my-life.html' title='I love my life.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BST7esYrbpU/TjM_S29SYdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/i7Ddgf3FrYM/s72-c/DSC_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-7186241138182744888</id><published>2011-07-26T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T16:18:36.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><title type='text'>New Directions</title><content type='html'>So sometimes when I get mad. I vent. On my blog. I decided since those sorts of things stick around... I'm not going to write any negative blog posts. Lets keep it positive around here. I don't enjoy reading other people's negative writing. So I need to reflect that in my own blog. I have spent a lot of time lately working on my goals and deciding where I'm going in life. Where I want to be. So, I've got a summer bucket list. I've also got 1 year, 5 year and 10 year goals. I'm thinking ahead here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sticking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-7186241138182744888?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7186241138182744888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=7186241138182744888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/7186241138182744888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/7186241138182744888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-directions.html' title='New Directions'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-2147863553306176316</id><published>2011-07-25T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:02:46.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends'/><title type='text'>Weekends.</title><content type='html'>Friday and Saturday I spent lots of time with Nick, Cami, and Jessie. We made t shirts and even bought our own screen printing machine! Saturday morning Nick made us delicious breakfast! We have a joke that Cami, Jessie and Me are all Nick's girlfriends haha he takes good care of us! &lt;br /&gt;Of course Friday we taught at Denim and Diamonds, we were late so Nick drove 100mph to get us there ... literaly. Saturday Heel Clique performed at a talent show so we went to watch. They did pretty good.&amp;nbsp;we made fajitas for dinner... they weren't the best things I've ever made but they were alright! Then we went to Toby's for like an hour. Nick and I wore our True country shirts! &lt;br /&gt;Sunday we took Cami and her kids and Jessie to church. Rebecca, Katie, Garrett, April, and Nick and myself all went for moral support!&lt;br /&gt;;Then my family had dinner and we had the missionaries over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8BoUC8JcYU/Ti3KvUVO6SI/AAAAAAAAAXo/baE9x5HJt-Y/s1600/DSCN3772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8BoUC8JcYU/Ti3KvUVO6SI/AAAAAAAAAXo/baE9x5HJt-Y/s400/DSCN3772.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jessie, Cami, and Me being silly LOVE THESE GIRLS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3UEBqz56mTo/Ti3K5BTf9nI/AAAAAAAAAXs/qpnDTO3vNNA/s1600/DSCN3768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3UEBqz56mTo/Ti3K5BTf9nI/AAAAAAAAAXs/qpnDTO3vNNA/s400/DSCN3768.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oliver and me cuddling, watching Bolt (Oliver is Cam's son)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPO5XaEncbg/Ti3Lm-mtrBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/in1Ma2hqXK8/s1600/oliver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPO5XaEncbg/Ti3Lm-mtrBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/in1Ma2hqXK8/s320/oliver.jpg" t$="true" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Country shirt! Ya we made that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amsSNsjzLUI/Ti3K-jr9jWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/scDUwJ3KpIY/s1600/shirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amsSNsjzLUI/Ti3K-jr9jWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/scDUwJ3KpIY/s400/shirt.jpg" t$="true" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-2147863553306176316?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2147863553306176316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=2147863553306176316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2147863553306176316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2147863553306176316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekends.html' title='Weekends.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8BoUC8JcYU/Ti3KvUVO6SI/AAAAAAAAAXo/baE9x5HJt-Y/s72-c/DSCN3772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-5364111962193437483</id><published>2011-07-22T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T10:02:31.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Flagstaff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So Wednesday my dance partner Michael and I took a little overnight trip to Flagstaff! We went to the Museum club to dance. It is a cool building with all this taxodermy stuff and a dance floor/. It was different than anything I'm used to in the valley. Michael and I showed off little bit :) The dance floor didn't have very many lights on. It took a bit ofadjusting fr me to be used to dancing in the dark! Here are some photos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myaUf3eiv30/TimraLuA2rI/AAAAAAAAAXM/sbwFZ2Sci04/s1600/DSCN3741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myaUf3eiv30/TimraLuA2rI/AAAAAAAAAXM/sbwFZ2Sci04/s400/DSCN3741.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJdlg9SJFeU/TimrktWtTkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8Ep4PvcxU-s/s1600/DSCN3743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJdlg9SJFeU/TimrktWtTkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8Ep4PvcxU-s/s400/DSCN3743.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&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/-XamWk_-ts7M/TimrsN1pOFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EJc3cIHVsTE/s1600/DSCN3745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XamWk_-ts7M/TimrsN1pOFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EJc3cIHVsTE/s400/DSCN3745.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEmcvAF30-U/Timr0S9gOoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/jqe0IAhkrC0/s1600/DSCN3746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEmcvAF30-U/Timr0S9gOoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/jqe0IAhkrC0/s400/DSCN3746.JPG" t$="true" width="300" /&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/-lKZhyxCpz5A/Timr90afJjI/AAAAAAAAAXc/AB4WmYn8hoo/s1600/DSCN3747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKZhyxCpz5A/Timr90afJjI/AAAAAAAAAXc/AB4WmYn8hoo/s400/DSCN3747.JPG" t$="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AmS_KiUIJqs/TimsGb5P3TI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rXyeB_9XECY/s1600/DSCN3748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AmS_KiUIJqs/TimsGb5P3TI/AAAAAAAAAXg/rXyeB_9XECY/s400/DSCN3748.JPG" t$="true" width="300" /&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/-7wWzVbLuF6s/TimsOH9xtPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/aLtgSK9dx7Y/s1600/DSCN3749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7wWzVbLuF6s/TimsOH9xtPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/aLtgSK9dx7Y/s400/DSCN3749.JPG" t$="true" 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;After we got back to Michael's sisters house, we helped her pack up some stuff cause she is moving. We crashed on the couch about 2:30. I slept pretty well actually and Michael woke me up about 8. We went to this awesome place called Macy's. Then we took the long road home towards lake Mary and took he 87 home through Payson. We got stuck in traffic for like 40 minutes. We both needed a restroom asap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great trip! Thanks Michael for making me look good out there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-5364111962193437483?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5364111962193437483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=5364111962193437483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5364111962193437483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5364111962193437483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/flagstaff.html' title='Flagstaff'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-myaUf3eiv30/TimraLuA2rI/AAAAAAAAAXM/sbwFZ2Sci04/s72-c/DSCN3741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-3175340518089624766</id><published>2011-07-20T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T15:00:07.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Favorite Two Step Song</title><content type='html'>I can't get enough of this song right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my favorite two step song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d_42IUpKPss" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I made up a new sweet dance move. Hopefully we can catch it on video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-3175340518089624766?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3175340518089624766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=3175340518089624766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3175340518089624766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3175340518089624766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/favorite-two-step-song.html' title='Favorite Two Step Song'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d_42IUpKPss/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-5077374017245021471</id><published>2011-07-19T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:39:59.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Proof I have friends.</title><content type='html'>So It's nice to have a group of friends that I belong to. In highschool I had a group. We are still close in many way and we always will be. Those are the people I "grew up" around. They helped shape me into the person I am today. When that group grw/fell apart... I sort of fell apart with them. It took a long time to recover from that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently the people I dance with have been hanging out off of the dance floor. Sunday we had a game night at Nick's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UZlZfRQqSQ/TiYG2PXvvyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gpIV1uwUCvw/s1600/DSCN3719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UZlZfRQqSQ/TiYG2PXvvyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gpIV1uwUCvw/s400/DSCN3719.JPG" width="400" /&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/-QhCm88l73rU/TiYHEqfdpmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-ec_sj2Cfas/s1600/DSCN3721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhCm88l73rU/TiYHEqfdpmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-ec_sj2Cfas/s400/DSCN3721.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D1MnoxQETl0/TiYHPo0oUdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/RalMCjjt4nw/s1600/DSCN3725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D1MnoxQETl0/TiYHPo0oUdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/RalMCjjt4nw/s400/DSCN3725.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lots of fun to have a group of friends again. I look forward to the fun and ridiculous things we do together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-5077374017245021471?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5077374017245021471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=5077374017245021471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5077374017245021471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5077374017245021471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/proof-i-have-friends.html' title='Proof I have friends.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UZlZfRQqSQ/TiYG2PXvvyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gpIV1uwUCvw/s72-c/DSCN3719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-6845437888987594080</id><published>2011-07-17T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T15:40:21.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bucket List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends'/><title type='text'>Non-Stop</title><content type='html'>This last week was pretty non-stop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY: Traci and I made cupcakes and made a list of like 56 reasons why we are friends. I'll be sharing that list later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY: Katie, Rebecca, Jessica, Michael, Costas, and Matt went to West Coast Swing night at Paragon. The basic lesson started at 7 and I didn't come till 8. I didn't tell Michael I was coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text Convo as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Michael: You should have come here, it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;Britt: I'm almost there&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Really!?&lt;br /&gt;I smiled inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there just in time for the intermediate lesson. In my head, Michael was excited to see me. I jumped on him and gave him a giant hug. I have to make sure his reflexes are in check at random times - he usually catches me haha! Jonathan was there! He's one of my favorite wet coast partners! He is patient with me learning haha I am supposed to be working on my sexy flare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY: My parents left town for Utah, yay for having the house to myself for the weekend! We danced out butts off and rocked the dance floor. It was fun as always I already blogged about that though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY:&amp;nbsp; The day of the pool party! I threw a pool party for our dancing friends. A lot of them couldn't make it. But I'll just have to throw another one! Jessica and Nick brought a few little kids. It was fun to watch the guys throw them around! Diesel swam with us for a little bit. The kiddos liked him. Michael and Jessie rough housed quit&amp;nbsp;a bit and Nick and Michael thought it was a fun game to dunk us as often as they could! Typical I know. We didn't get any pictures though! I am trying to get better at taking more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxJsryadzIY/TiNfp0x5QrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xjSKe6aufpI/s1600/friday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="371" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxJsryadzIY/TiNfp0x5QrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xjSKe6aufpI/s400/friday.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY: In the morning I was texting Michael and he noticed something was wrong. Extra points for him noticing when no one else did.&amp;nbsp;He gave me a pep talk on the way to the&amp;nbsp;Jeep when we were leaving.&amp;nbsp;Cami had to come over and help me decide what to wear! I have trouble dressing myself. We talked and talked and I see a new great friendship budding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBL6ad05VFs/TiNhUdrBTbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MDfEJ6xbf40/s1600/DSCN3716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBL6ad05VFs/TiNhUdrBTbI/AAAAAAAAAW0/MDfEJ6xbf40/s400/DSCN3716.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We teach at Denim and Diamonds. Michael and I made up a new neck dip. It's my very favorite! I love love it! We took a video but It's on Facebook. So I can't share it wit you! :( Friday after class I set my phone on the speaker boxes where we were all standing because Michael was demanding his "wifey"dance with him. We danced a few songs and I looked over and my phone was gone. I had to run home and grab something. Michael texted me and told me tobring him a sandwhich haha. Jerk! I came back and my phone was missing. Someone stole it. We danced the rest of the night. Megan Biggs came out with us too! I was so excited to see her! She has never come out with us before!! One of the guys that works there was drunk and giving Cami a hard time. There was almost a fight. &lt;br /&gt;When I got home I calld my phone again and this lad answered. She thougt my phone was her friens and so she picked it up and took it home. Wierd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY: I went and got my phone back. She was a nice lady. She was in our dance class the night before. Then I made Michael brownies. Got ready and then had lunch with Michael. He loves sushi and it's on my summer bucket list so I tried it! I liked it. I am glad I went with a pro because I wouldn't have known what to do with all that raw fish! Haha thanks for buying me lunch Michael! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8mmza9VpPAU/TiNgke2BjSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/V2zuWlPOcRU/s1600/sushi%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8mmza9VpPAU/TiNgke2BjSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/V2zuWlPOcRU/s400/sushi%2521.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After that Michael and I sat at Tempe marketplace and talked for like 2 hours before he had to go to"dance rehearsal" Cami and I decided we should go to the&amp;nbsp;drive ins with her kids! Nick, Michael, Cami, Me and her two adorable kids came with us! esa Cars 2! It was a super cute movie! We had juice boxes and frozen lemonade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kYtM-iz9APk/TiNiak88z2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/RWExGcfKW0s/s1600/drivein.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kYtM-iz9APk/TiNiak88z2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/RWExGcfKW0s/s400/drivein.jpg" width="298" /&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/-tWrgj0uhXeY/TiNinbI1ppI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Q8BnQZ0Pn-A/s1600/thekids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWrgj0uhXeY/TiNinbI1ppI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Q8BnQZ0Pn-A/s400/thekids.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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Moral of the story is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Michael calls me wifey. I call him husband. Especially when we are avoiding someone creepy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I leave my wallet, keys, phone and digital camera laying out no one touches them. But when its just my phone... someone jacks it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love my group of friends and the ridiculous things we do together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its fun to hang out with my friends and thier kids. Zero wierdness. Just fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cami and I are learning lifts this week! I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am grateful for my girlfriends!&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;Please excuse the long post!&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;Live. Laugh. Love. Dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-6845437888987594080?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6845437888987594080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=6845437888987594080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6845437888987594080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6845437888987594080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/non-stop.html' title='Non-Stop'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxJsryadzIY/TiNfp0x5QrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/xjSKe6aufpI/s72-c/friday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8036931101809781057</id><published>2011-07-14T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:02:37.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Unique</title><content type='html'>So the last couple weeks I've had a dance partner all to myself! I'm diggin this becaue I've never had one of my own before! But his dance partner is out of town. So I'm just borrowing him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had to drop off some boxes at THRIVE (mom's smoothie store) and then I was gonna go to Denim and Diamonds cause it's on the way. But then I remembered that I left the house without my boots! Can you believe that. So I had to go all the way home and grab my boooooots. Michael done with his kickball game and he said he was on his way - last week I was way late and he gave me a bunch of crap for making him wait by himself. crybaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text convo as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britt&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm almost there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michae&lt;/strong&gt;l: Me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britt&lt;/strong&gt;: Wanna Race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michae&lt;/strong&gt;l: I'm right behind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britt&lt;/strong&gt;: Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael&lt;/strong&gt;: Can we take pictures tonight?&lt;br /&gt;*He speeds past me in parking lot so he 'won the race'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britt&lt;/strong&gt;: Of course, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael&lt;/strong&gt;: It's a unique night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We park and get out and I look up at him... and he's all cowboy'd out. Wranglers. Button down. Felt Stetson. Boots. I almost melted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denim and Diamonds is having a dance contest, he said we would win. We will see if he actually wants to compete with me. It would be lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced SOOOO much. I haven't danced that much in a long time. We made up a new dip - and learned a couple new moves. Nick, Rebecca, Garret, and Katie were performing so we were in the back room helping them practice. Michael and I got into a few 'fights' He would take me down in less than 3 seconds every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in between him battling me we learned a few new moves. The dip we made up is my favorite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_4hzULKxW8/Th9XWZJyDKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/4lIGtxd9ZT8/s1600/DSCN3708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_4hzULKxW8/Th9XWZJyDKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/4lIGtxd9ZT8/s400/DSCN3708.JPG" width="400" /&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/-K698kJJqe5k/Th9XjBZQEfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4-9DIBU7ZIc/s1600/DSCN3709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K698kJJqe5k/Th9XjBZQEfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4-9DIBU7ZIc/s400/DSCN3709.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was determined not to take a normal picture with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2nPYNs52jkA/Th9XthvSfUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PtCdkHIcx5M/s1600/DSCN3710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2nPYNs52jkA/Th9XthvSfUI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PtCdkHIcx5M/s400/DSCN3710.JPG" width="300" /&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/-Vv3WEr6HD8g/Th9X44Q2iRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1Eq--uOv4zA/s1600/DSCN3714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv3WEr6HD8g/Th9X44Q2iRI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1Eq--uOv4zA/s400/DSCN3714.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Cami! Love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AWrE6kvWJ5U/Th9YAzpI2oI/AAAAAAAAAWk/UHkaZVY1NeA/s1600/DSCN3716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AWrE6kvWJ5U/Th9YAzpI2oI/AAAAAAAAAWk/UHkaZVY1NeA/s400/DSCN3716.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;It was also Linsay's first night out as a 21 year old!&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/-fy6HPO6tFs8/Th9YIok2BsI/AAAAAAAAAWo/qQ0r7r9XV9Q/s1600/DSCN3717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fy6HPO6tFs8/Th9YIok2BsI/AAAAAAAAAWo/qQ0r7r9XV9Q/s400/DSCN3717.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. &lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8036931101809781057?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8036931101809781057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8036931101809781057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8036931101809781057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8036931101809781057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/unique.html' title='Unique'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_4hzULKxW8/Th9XWZJyDKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/4lIGtxd9ZT8/s72-c/DSCN3708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-4601916975846099361</id><published>2011-07-08T17:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T17:01:44.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial Like Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;like-box border_color="" header="true" href="http://www.facebook.com/platform" show_faces="true" stream="true" width="292"&gt;&lt;/like-box&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-4601916975846099361?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4601916975846099361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=4601916975846099361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4601916975846099361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4601916975846099361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/trial-like-box.html' title='Trial Like Box'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1895262513872319677</id><published>2011-07-07T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:40:15.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>The Beatings will continue</title><content type='html'>Wednesday night I hung out with Dominic. We have been friends since highschool. He just got released a couple days go so I haven't seen him in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nick - the buff one&amp;nbsp;(my favorite dance partner -not the one in the other pictures) texted me and asked me to goto Cactus Moon (he works there) because his co workers wanted to see him dance. He was working - but every few songs he would come grab me and we would dance. Everyone stared, it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed over to Denim and Diamonds. Michael didn't have a parter so we danced lots! The first dance on the floor was great, the end of the song came, and he went to dip me... and the back of my head smacked into his knee cap... ouch. He said he was done dancing for the night - but I was fine so we danced a bunch more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid showed up - he is a creeper and we have a small history. So Michael was my pretend boyfriend&amp;nbsp; to keep him away :) it worked quite nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick P. and Garret and April and Rebecca performed to advertise for our dance lessons! They looked great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Dance.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1895262513872319677?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1895262513872319677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1895262513872319677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1895262513872319677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1895262513872319677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/beatings-will-continue.html' title='The Beatings will continue'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-3671688235083158034</id><published>2011-07-07T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:18:25.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends'/><title type='text'>4th Of July Weekend</title><content type='html'>My&amp;nbsp;out of town plans fell through. So Friday night, we had dance class at Denim and Diamonds (as usual). Saturday night I had dinner with Kaylie then I finished unpackin all my stuff at my parents. Monday Kaylie, Regan and I started shopping at 8am! We went thrifting at several goodwills and&amp;nbsp;Chander Mall.Kaylie and&amp;nbsp;me got matching 4th of July outfits :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Monday night we wen to Payson! The fire work show was amazing! Tuesday I floated the salt river for the first time! It was so beautiful. We saw lots of wild horses. I didn't even get sunburned... I wore a long sleeve shirt and covered my legs most of the time haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Kaylie and I on our way to the River! The rest of the pictures are on Kay's new Camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4EsF7X93hY/ThZMvdImLzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CoVXs-hc4jc/s1600/DSCN3707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4EsF7X93hY/ThZMvdImLzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CoVXs-hc4jc/s400/DSCN3707.JPG" width="400" /&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/276476968662122989-3671688235083158034?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3671688235083158034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=3671688235083158034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3671688235083158034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3671688235083158034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july-weekend.html' title='4th Of July Weekend'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4EsF7X93hY/ThZMvdImLzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CoVXs-hc4jc/s72-c/DSCN3707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-9145742576515860586</id><published>2011-07-07T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:10:14.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Profile Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nick and I made Denim and Diamonds Profile picture on Facebook! It made me happy :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/-SL39C382tnw/ThZKjdJIMTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bOV8dw7zxsQ/s1600/ProfilePicture..JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SL39C382tnw/ThZKjdJIMTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bOV8dw7zxsQ/s400/ProfilePicture..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;Ya, we're famous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-9145742576515860586?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/9145742576515860586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=9145742576515860586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/9145742576515860586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/9145742576515860586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/profile-picture.html' title='Profile Picture'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SL39C382tnw/ThZKjdJIMTI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bOV8dw7zxsQ/s72-c/ProfilePicture..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-2444625521901527905</id><published>2011-07-07T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:07:52.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 Things'/><title type='text'>Lovin' Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;10 Things I've been lovin lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Brantley Gilbert. Mainly this song - Kick it in the Sticks&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 allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/waLLtT2A9aM" width="425"&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;2. This picture! LOVE IT! The guy is Nick, one of my dancing friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJm9HC5DLFE/ThZCemcpc1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/CLroTRBlK58/s1600/DSCN3697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJm9HC5DLFE/ThZCemcpc1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/CLroTRBlK58/s400/DSCN3697.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;3. ﻿Dancing with Michael. Even though he beats me up while we dance! He's not kidding when he says he's a 5 year old at heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6PDAAwvrAs/ThZIOdRzxlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FkZhMfWCeSI/s1600/michael2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6PDAAwvrAs/ThZIOdRzxlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FkZhMfWCeSI/s400/michael2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4. The begining of Arizona Monsoon season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5. Thrive! Smoothies (all fruit, no sugar added - we even make our own peanut butter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNutAxu0P9Y/ThZKE7rCi6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/nZSF3fsdnTk/s1600/thrive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNutAxu0P9Y/ThZKE7rCi6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/nZSF3fsdnTk/s320/thrive.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6. Swimming with Diesel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7. Glee! I've watched he whole first season... this week. Thank you netflix!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8. Being at the Dairy with Tracy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;9. Sally Hansen Xtreme Wear Nail color 130 - You Blue me Away. People call it my smurf color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;10. Fitting into size 9/10 jeans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-2444625521901527905?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2444625521901527905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=2444625521901527905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2444625521901527905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2444625521901527905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/lovin-lately.html' title='Lovin&apos; Lately'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/waLLtT2A9aM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8611849196821382973</id><published>2011-07-02T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:35:45.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><title type='text'>End of my Diet!!</title><content type='html'>Well my diet is over! It was one of the hardest things I have ever done. But boy was it worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Start:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pant size&amp;nbsp;- 13&lt;br /&gt;Weight - 169&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;End:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pant size - 9/10&lt;br /&gt;Weight - 155&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took me 28 days. I am ver glad it's over. I am in maintanence phase now. Working hard to make sure the weigh stays off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal weight is 140. I will probably do one more session of the diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all those who supported me. I couldn't have done it without ya'll. Especially my sisters and my mom. They were the most help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being slimmer - but I don't have any clothes that fit! Traci gave me lots of her old pants. But all my other jeans are too big! It's a great feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Work for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8611849196821382973?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8611849196821382973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8611849196821382973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8611849196821382973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8611849196821382973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/end-of-my-diet.html' title='End of my Diet!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8860562481029716083</id><published>2011-07-02T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:45:29.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I amaze myself with the extremities I'll go to avoiding to spend 20 minutes blow drying my hair. Don't judge me. It's hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8860562481029716083?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8860562481029716083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8860562481029716083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8860562481029716083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8860562481029716083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometimes-i-amaze-myself-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-3778077030474057881</id><published>2011-06-30T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:53:31.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>power outage!</title><content type='html'>i took a nap today &amp;nbsp;when i woke up i was abnormally sweaty. i plugged in my fan. &amp;nbsp;nothing happened. i tried to flip on the cieling fan nothing happened. i remember the lights flickering before i went to sleep. my mom said the power was acting wierd. i walked thru the rest of the house still in a sleepy sweaty stupor. nothing was turned on. no power. so... i turned to my first source of reliable information. denim and diamonds (a country bar i frequently dance at) posted something along the lines asking if anyone else had gotten off work due to the power outage so i kept reading and it turns out there was a fire at the power plant. i thought about gong swimming, but i have meetings tonight and i wouldnt be able to do my hair. and then a bunch of little kids showed up in my pool. no thanks. i called my mom and se is on her way home. we are goin to go to the mall or somewhere cool. my puppy is hot too &amp;nbsp;he keeps trying to lay on me. which doesnt help the sweaty factor ya know. the other night cooper curled up on my stomach and fell asleep. it was the cutest thing. he is currently sleeping on my foot. please excuse the lack of spelling and capitalization. blogging from my phone isnt ideal. also. we have no internet when the ppower is out. ttyl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-3778077030474057881?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3778077030474057881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=3778077030474057881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3778077030474057881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3778077030474057881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/06/power-outage.html' title='power outage!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-7787491828301756357</id><published>2011-06-28T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:14:45.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>The Hunt</title><content type='html'>Well I picked up a few more job applications this morning. Rue 21 (clothing) is hiring. I picked up applications at Sheplers and Boot barn as well. I would love to wear my wranglers and boots to work. Bass Pro was another place. Most places tell you to apply online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Katie left this morning for Australia to study abroad. I just remembered that I won't be able to text her! She won't be back till August. I don't know how I will survive the summer without her. I wish I could have gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be headed up to Snowflake/Taylor for the rodeo this weekend. CAN'T WAIT! &lt;br /&gt;We are going dancing in Payson Monday and I think we are performing Wednesday at Denim and Diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-7787491828301756357?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7787491828301756357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=7787491828301756357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/7787491828301756357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/7787491828301756357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/06/hunt.html' title='The Hunt'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-4884609898295683600</id><published>2011-06-28T01:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T01:24:35.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like life gts so busy - I feel ovewelmed with keeping track of everything I do. But I feel like someone out there cares about what I'm up to. Someone does. So...this is for them. Somday I will look back and read bout all the adventures I had. The things I experienced. We all know&amp;nbsp;I am lame at posting pictures - even though I take lots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I danced 4 of the 7 nights. Surprise. I moved back in with my parents. We had an awesome meeting with the GM over at Denim and Diamonds about our CHAOS event. We are going to start teaching dance lessons every Friday over there as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I took a trip up to ShowLow with my mom to visit Uncle Dow. He was delighted to see us. We surpried him by showing up at his door. It's gorgeous up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I am looking forward to swimming across Saguaro lake. Spending time with Cari. Dancing. Ad a girls night with Bridgette (dancing friends). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things worth mentionting - A few nights ago, Cooper curled up and slept on top of my stomach. It was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided - I want a horse. I don't know anything about trainin or caring for a horse. But&amp;nbsp;I can learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mad a list. Things I want to do before I turn 25. Coming soon,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-4884609898295683600?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4884609898295683600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=4884609898295683600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4884609898295683600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4884609898295683600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-thought.html' title='Just a Thought'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-3472768212895165345</id><published>2011-06-21T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:10:03.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes I Vent'/><title type='text'>Straight Up or Sideways.</title><content type='html'>When you've hit rock bottom... you've got two ways to go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight Up. Or Sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynonna sings that song. It's a good one. You should look it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it turns out, the nanny job isn't going to work out. So now I'm jobless. I'm applying for Northern Arizona University. I'm researching University of Houston. I'm checking out Eastern Arizona College. I'm looking into University of Arizona. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle Dow really encouraged me to go back to school. There is a distance learning program for NAU in showlow. I have been really considering Pinetop these last few weeks. I thought I was just running from my problems. But the other night I called my uncle crying - and he had a few words of wisdom for me. He asked if I would come stay with him for a while. I leave Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a while before I am accepted to school anywhere. But luckily I'm not too late for most of the deadlines. My sister said I could go live with her in Texas. I would have to share a room with my neice Rian. Out of state tuition would cost a lot more also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is... I feel like every door I open is getting slammed in my face. That isn't a great feeling. I know I am supposed to be learning something from all of this. But I have no idea what yet. I am figuring out who I am and where I want to be in my life. I need to figure out how to get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith that it will all work out. Eventually. TIll then, I am going to be clearing my head up in the mountains. Living my dream in a small town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school will be good for me. I know it. I will be able to start a career then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Never give up.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-3472768212895165345?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3472768212895165345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=3472768212895165345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3472768212895165345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3472768212895165345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/06/straight-up-or-sideways.html' title='Straight Up or Sideways.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1650063513338929646</id><published>2011-06-18T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:28:56.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nanny'/><title type='text'>Jobs.</title><content type='html'>So I quit my job. The one at the landscape company. I am a nanny now for 4 of the best kids in the whole world. They range from 9 months to 9 years. I am so excited to be a part of thier family. Today is my last day working at nielsens. for now. I will still help now and then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The THRIVE store is going great! I go and help as often as I can. The fruit bowls and smoothies are addicting!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nanny job is a couple miles from my house which is way better than the hour commute&amp;nbsp;I was previously doing. Kenneth (6) was talking to me about Batman and Pirates of the Caribbean and he goes &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You're really more like a boy anyway"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed. He is sooo cute. &lt;br /&gt;Kris (9)&amp;nbsp;had his first win of the season at thier basketball game. He and his dad and Kenneth took off to Cali for the weekend for championship football tournament! Best of luck to thier team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BUNCH of people are going out to Denim and Diamonds tonight. I can't wait. It's going to be the best night everr! I need to get pants and a belt that actually fit. Because... none of my pants fit yayy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELP! I'll fill you in on the weekd tomorrow. I've got work in the morning. Then fathers day dinner in the pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1650063513338929646?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1650063513338929646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1650063513338929646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1650063513338929646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1650063513338929646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/06/jobs.html' title='Jobs.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1076013443864797993</id><published>2011-06-18T16:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:23:49.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><title type='text'>Cucumbers.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;hey ya'll. so im sitting at work in the breakroom, which is like negative seventeen degrees and im eating my lunch .i thought to myself as i was eating an entire cucumber... yes... one. whole. cucumber. this would be a great experience to blog about. so here i am. blogging from my droid. what a great invention. smart phones that is. where would our work be without them. i assure you that my thumbs will be quite exhausted when im finished. but since i dont blog regularly anymore... ill get over it. i cant use capitols, orany punctuation besides a period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get over it. ? oh i can use thatt one too.&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;so my entire cucumber got old real quick. my mom makes my lunch for me now that i have to leave my house at five fifty in the morning. and cause of this diet, she helps me put the right food in there. shes the best ever she supports me in everything i do. well in the smart things i do. shes even eating some of the diet meals with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive lost a total of fifteen poundsss. i feel amazing a girl just brought french friesch fries into the lunch and I'm jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1076013443864797993?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1076013443864797993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1076013443864797993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1076013443864797993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1076013443864797993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/06/cucumbers.html' title='Cucumbers.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8589095059439459752</id><published>2011-06-07T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:09:26.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Cambria.</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures I took recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ropin the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0DCm3PFGuI/Te8PAkcK9xI/AAAAAAAAAVk/uR9HbsASfaQ/s1600/DSC_0199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0DCm3PFGuI/Te8PAkcK9xI/AAAAAAAAAVk/uR9HbsASfaQ/s400/DSC_0199.JPG" t8="true" 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;It's the broncs and the blood, the steers and the mud... and they call the thing rodeo...&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/-MvszxBSeI50/Te8PbyISLqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2EA-otWDGtg/s1600/DSC_0202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvszxBSeI50/Te8PbyISLqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2EA-otWDGtg/s400/DSC_0202.JPG" t8="true" 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;br /&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/-h-r07lSAkQE/Te8PyP5Xf3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/eetqHuwAB0g/s1600/DSC_0226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-r07lSAkQE/Te8PyP5Xf3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/eetqHuwAB0g/s400/DSC_0226.JPG" t8="true" width="267" /&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 all know about my freak obsession with cactus...I think it's gorgeous!&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/-aN_asuUoNRo/Te8QLtUEmSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sBfxrWGqA-0/s1600/DSC_0259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aN_asuUoNRo/Te8QLtUEmSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sBfxrWGqA-0/s400/DSC_0259.JPG" t8="true" width="267" /&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;Cambria is gorgeous! Love her!&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/-fBeJMEiwYw4/Te8Q7nrZDPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sq7xKORKvBI/s1600/DSC_0240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBeJMEiwYw4/Te8Q7nrZDPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sq7xKORKvBI/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had lots of fun taking these pictures. It made for a good day with the BFF. &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/-xe58bDzkzSU/Te8RVoCvXMI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HvVPWYVuiZg/s1600/DSC_0275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xe58bDzkzSU/Te8RVoCvXMI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HvVPWYVuiZg/s400/DSC_0275.JPG" t8="true" width="267" /&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;Let me know what you think of them pretty please!!&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;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8589095059439459752?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8589095059439459752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8589095059439459752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8589095059439459752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8589095059439459752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/06/cambria.html' title='Cambria.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0DCm3PFGuI/Te8PAkcK9xI/AAAAAAAAAVk/uR9HbsASfaQ/s72-c/DSC_0199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-5566568275571919282</id><published>2011-06-07T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:53:10.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><title type='text'>Humor</title><content type='html'>Since I'm on this diet I need some humor. and for all of you that get to enjoy fast food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQj32tSBgw0/Te8OEAg-laI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EYBw6JefwAk/s1600/fastfood.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQj32tSBgw0/Te8OEAg-laI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EYBw6JefwAk/s320/fastfood.png" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My niece Rian would say, "If you eat McDonalds you will get fat and die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting skinny. and I like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-5566568275571919282?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5566568275571919282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=5566568275571919282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5566568275571919282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5566568275571919282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/06/humor.html' title='Humor'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQj32tSBgw0/Te8OEAg-laI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EYBw6JefwAk/s72-c/fastfood.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-580519554859907218</id><published>2011-06-07T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:46:11.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><title type='text'>Catching My Breath.</title><content type='html'>So My last post was about this Cowboy... he didn't stick around. Go figure huh. No big deal! He was fun to dance with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been SOO busy lately. I haven't been very attentive to my friends. I think they all feel like I'm ignoring them. But really... I just have a lot going on. I barely have my phone on my. I can't text at work. When I'm not at work I'm driving. When I'm not driving I'm preparing my meals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is going all right. It's just WAYYY to far away from my house. I am SOO sick of the hour commute each way. 20-30 minutes I can stand. But an hour... no way. Rush hour sucks. Hard core. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came over this week and helped me unpack my room. Remember how I moved 2 months ago? Ya. I am finally unpacked :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get a loft bed for my room because it's so flipping tiny. I need more space!!! So I can't wait for my new bed! I'll be getting it in a couple months!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the HCG diet. I am going to tell you riht now that it the hardest physical thing I've EVER done!! Ever. Seriously I wasn't prepared for how hard this would be. But my first week I lost 8 pounds!! That makes it mostly worth it!! I am only allowed 500 calories a day. I am only allowed to eat certain foods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staying realy busy with working on Country Swing Dance Arizona stuff. Our CHAOS event is going to be really great! It'll take lots of worth though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I camped out at my moms the last few days. With this whole diet thing I really need to trake extra time preparing my meals. I am SO glad that my mom is willing to help me so much with this. My sister is doing this with me! We text eachother everymorning. Or call. And we talk about our cravings, and our progress. I love that she is supporting me through this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of some recent photos to share. Then I'll post them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie... I hope this caught you up. For the rest of you... when cousin Katie asks for an update... I know it's really time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-580519554859907218?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/580519554859907218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=580519554859907218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/580519554859907218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/580519554859907218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/06/catching-my-breath.html' title='Catching My Breath.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8724285067432251814</id><published>2011-05-24T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:40:11.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cowboys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Cowboy</title><content type='html'>So When I was out dancing this weekend I met a cowboy. i saw him walk in... that was the end of it. He was really REALLY good looking. So I told Cambria, and Kaylie, and Nick and a few others that I thought he was soooo cute. Cam was going to pay me to ask him to dance :) I was too chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he found a girl to dance with :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They danced for like an hour straight I swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced with Nick Stratton a few times and while we were on the dance floor he kept turning me so I could see Chris dancing. He's my favorite. Best dance partner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he got rid of her. I walked over and asked him to dance. I was scared. I don't know why though. I ask lots of guys to dance. It's not like he was going to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he said to me was, "Hopefully you're better then the last 8 people I've danced with"&lt;br /&gt;I figured I might be. But I didn't know. &lt;br /&gt;He started dancing with me. He stopped&amp;nbsp;and said, "I've danced with you before"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe him. After a few minutes of arguing - I discovered that he had, infact danced with me before. &lt;br /&gt;He knows Ethan and Brandon and we were introduced one night a few months back. He danced with me once for like half of a song. and he remembered me. I felt bad for not remembering him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced a whole lot. like 5 or 6 songs in a row every time we got on the dance floor. He stayed at our table and we talked for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got my number :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we danced some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late and Kaylie and I were leaving so he walked me to my car. He texted me almost as soon as I left. &lt;br /&gt;He was glad that I asked him to dance and it was great seeing me again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see if he sticks around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie. He gives me butterflies. He smells really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he tips his hat at me........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I melt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8724285067432251814?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8724285067432251814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8724285067432251814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8724285067432251814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8724285067432251814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/05/cowboy.html' title='Cowboy'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-2748431749237728049</id><published>2011-05-24T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:33:15.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Missing In Action!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being MIA lately. As you know, I went from a full time job making pretty good money&amp;nbsp;- to a part time job... making minimum wage. It hasn't been the easiest. Let me catch you up on the last few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at Nielsens Frozen Custard. All the Jr High students think it's fun to come in to work after thier choir concerts and wreak havoc on the store. They like ripping up thier cups and throwing them around like confetti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on my feet all the time isn't easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get sick of eating at nielsens. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working till 1am makes me tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked a day at the carwash the other day. My dad called me because they were super busy. So I went to vaccuum cars. I used to this all day every day during the summer. I don't know how I did it. My whole body was sore after vacuuming for like 5 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People drive some really disgusting cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was vaccuuming a car - I came across one that required a breathalizer reading, and a follow up reading every 15 minutes after that. I laughed. How do they know that it's the driver blowing into the reader? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole part time job thing... not really working for me. not really at all. I need a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-2748431749237728049?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2748431749237728049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=2748431749237728049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2748431749237728049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2748431749237728049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/05/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing In Action!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8984625713465207533</id><published>2011-05-09T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:12:33.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&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;We have so much to catch up on. It's ridiculous. My entire world has changed in the last couple weeks. First - I quit my job. Yes, you heard me. The great job I had... I quit. The attorney I worked for left the firm. I devided that was a good time to change careers. I am hoping to be a nanny or caregiver. Brandon has a girlfriend so I never see him anymore. He still talks to me - but I don't get to see him as often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister went back to texas. I'm going to miss her so much. I'm still working on my tan. My puppy hangs out with me at my house now. I'm looking for a new job which isn't as easy as people think it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't unpacked a single thing in my bedroom. and I've lived here for 3 weeks. I love our new house though.&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;Sorry for the lack of blogging. &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;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8984625713465207533?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8984625713465207533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8984625713465207533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8984625713465207533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8984625713465207533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-2375166056538987000</id><published>2011-05-05T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T09:30:01.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet Brittany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List of 10'/><title type='text'>Lovin' Lately</title><content type='html'>10 Things Brittany Is Loving Lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taco Bell's chicken quesadilla - I eat one like everyday&lt;br /&gt;2. Nielsen's Frozen Custard&amp;nbsp; vanilla with kit kat&lt;br /&gt;3. My new room and comfy bed!&lt;br /&gt;4. Not wearing any make up. at all.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tanning at the tanning bed&lt;br /&gt;6. Dancing almost every night of the week&lt;br /&gt;7. Denim and Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;8. Carried Away - new fragrance from bath and body&lt;br /&gt;9. Song: The way you lie - The band perry&lt;br /&gt;10. The weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-2375166056538987000?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2375166056538987000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=2375166056538987000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2375166056538987000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2375166056538987000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/05/lovin-lately.html' title='Lovin&apos; Lately'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1350327227605826934</id><published>2011-05-04T09:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:33:00.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>C.H.A.O.S.</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I would like to tell you about something amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that makes me lose sleep at night. &lt;br /&gt;Something that makes me all jittery. &lt;br /&gt;Something that makes my heart pound when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Something that makes me want to shout from the top of mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Something that makes me jump up and down and squeal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Something called C.H.A.O.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Country Has Almost Overtaken Swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be huge. I get to be a part of it. It's going to be a 3 day national&amp;nbsp;event in November in Arizona. I get to plan it. I get to be one of the photographers. I get to be one of the advertising dancers. I get to be one of the event planners. I get to be a part of it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it - I get all energy-like and bouncy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to go around to different places in the valley and &lt;strike&gt;show off&lt;/strike&gt; dance &amp;nbsp;to advertise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do me a favor. Find us on twitter and facebook and the blog. I am in charge of these. So please, help me out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twitter:&lt;/strong&gt; CHAOSaz2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facebook:&lt;/strong&gt; CountrySwingdance Arizona (exactly like I typed it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facebook:&lt;/strong&gt; C.H.A.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.countrychaosaz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.countrychaosaz.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are great. Thanks for all your support!&amp;nbsp;I will keep you posted with videos and pictures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Dance.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1350327227605826934?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1350327227605826934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1350327227605826934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1350327227605826934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1350327227605826934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/05/chaos.html' title='C.H.A.O.S.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-4347571086750577440</id><published>2011-05-03T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:33:46.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommate'/><title type='text'>The Rommates</title><content type='html'>Can I just say that I have the best roommates this side of the Mississippi!? Cause I totally do! Last night we went to FHE in our new ward. We met some new people and everyone seems really friendly there! I am stoked to make new friends and go to the activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After FHE we headed to San Tan mall. I am glad that it's so close to our house! We went to Charming Charlies (super legit jewlery store.) All they have is accessories - and the entire store is color organized! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to bath and body works because I had a buy one get one free coupon. It took me like 3 days to decide on a fragrance. Not really maybe only 20 minutes. But still! Then I had to pick a free one!? Oh dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to this new place called Yogurtopia. It's a self serve frozen yogurt place - and then they charge you per ounce. I had chocolate with this delicious fruity flavor on top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as we were walking to the parking lot to go to Target - because I needed to buy "Water for Elephants" Kaylie saw applebee's and she decided she wanted to go to Happy Hour! So it was set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were looking at books in target we decided we were going to start a book club. Except each of us would buy a different book and then we would read to eachother and talk about it haha. We also play this stupid game where Regan and me call Kaylie mom. Ha. don't ask. We think it's fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to applebee's and got yummy food. Then we looked up the calorie count for each of our entree's. BAD IDEA! We decided to go anorexic... only none of us like throwing up... so Regan decided laxitives would be a great idea. We also discussed taking Alli - you know that weird supplement that makes people have the runs. Ya - if I was on the toilet all the time I would lose weight too. Then we decided that could be our book club! Since none of could leave the bathroom anyway - we would just read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. We are weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to redbox... even though we wouldn't have time to watch a movie last night anyway... we rented the Tourist. I am excited to see it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get cable and internet tomorrow. I've been &lt;strike&gt;stealing&lt;/strike&gt; borrowing internet up until now. And... not having TV at all... isn't a huge deal - but it would be nice to watch for a minute before I fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. &lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-4347571086750577440?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4347571086750577440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=4347571086750577440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4347571086750577440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4347571086750577440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/05/rommates.html' title='The Rommates'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1731835249968627981</id><published>2011-05-02T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:25:01.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes I Vent'/><title type='text'>Crazy.</title><content type='html'>My life right now is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figurativly speaking this is&amp;nbsp;how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are running 100mph&lt;br /&gt;My brain is thinking 129mph&lt;br /&gt;The treadmill of my life is set to a speed of 180mph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who decided that was a good idea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job right now, is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to do. &lt;br /&gt;I still haven't unpacked a single box. Not a single thing. There's not really anywhere in my room to put anything anyway. I might as well just go live in the garage where all my stuff is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep living out of boxes. &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep being sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to step it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1731835249968627981?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1731835249968627981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1731835249968627981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1731835249968627981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1731835249968627981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/05/crazy.html' title='Crazy.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-132443438798993342</id><published>2011-04-28T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T12:16:10.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Another Post About My Wednesday Night</title><content type='html'>I know y'all love hearing about my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wednesday nights&lt;/span&gt;. Last night I went to the mall with my sister for a little bit. We picked out some cute jewlery from the Tinkerbell store. It was fun getting to talk to her just the two of us with no kids or boys around! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love my sister.&lt;/span&gt; I kinda feel like she's the glue that holds our family together. She is the glue that connects all the siblings. She is always in charge of birthdays, secret santa, mom and dads anniversary. She is good at planning those things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Kaylie and I went over to 12 west to see &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Josiah and Bridgette&lt;/span&gt; (our dancing friends). It was really lame there and there were no guys to dance with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left to go to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Denim and Diamonds&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I love that place! &lt;/em&gt;We are regulars enough to know the bouncers, the bartenders, and many of the same people that go there to dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon wanted us to meet his new girl. She's cute and seems nice. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced with my favorite dance partner, &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;! His name is Nick. He's super adorable and is hands down the best dance partner ever. He makes me look pretty good out there. We rock at dancing. Every now and then&amp;nbsp;we come to an awkward beat, or both of us are just off a little bit and we laugh at ourselves. I feel bad everytime I have to stop and put my hair up in a pony tail. Nick just stands there like... really? But if I don't put my hair up I can't see! and that's not good for anyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried teaching John the two step again. He has a hard time getting the hang of it. Dana wasn't in a very good mood, but I hope she had fun anyway! My friend from 12 West, Cambria came and hung out with us! She didn't dance at all but I think she had fun anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to talk to Nick for a little while. We've never talked just the two of us. He will come by our table and talk to all of us. But it was fun getting to know a little bit about him. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He got my number!&lt;/span&gt; So hopefully we will hang out soon. I think he's so flippin adorable!! He's got the cutest smile. Oh man. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting pretty late - almost 2 and Kaylie and I were dancing together! We were the only ones on the dance floor and people were staring at us :) Kaylie is awesome at doing the boy part! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Moral of the story is:&lt;/span&gt; I'm glad Kaylie, Dana, and Cambria came to hang out with me. I love dancing with Nick. I was glad Brandon didn't ignore us even though he has a new girl. I am tired today. Dancing makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live to Dance. Laugh while Dancing. Love Dance.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-132443438798993342?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/132443438798993342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=132443438798993342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/132443438798993342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/132443438798993342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-post-about-my-wednesday-night.html' title='Another Post About My Wednesday Night'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-547275573544526122</id><published>2011-04-27T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T07:17:00.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes I Vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Farmer'/><title type='text'>Mood Swings</title><content type='html'>Do you have whip lash yet?? I think I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. Wanna know why... this song came on my Pandora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe embed="" height="390" http:="" src="&amp;lt;A href=" title="YouTube video player" width="480" wnpllaf_2se?="" www.youtube.com=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me through these mood swings of mine k? Thanks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I'm upset I go through a cycle of being mad, &lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt; sad. Never vice versa. Then I stop and think about all I have to be grateful for. Every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize it's not as bad as I thought it was. and I can find happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been a little stressed lately. I don't want to know how many more straws will try to break the camels back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've noticed helping others takes my mind off myself. Two jobs helps. Having my family in town helps. Having my friends around helps. Last night I called Dana at like midnight. Just to ask her if she would come sleep with me. She was already sleeping, but she came over anyway. That's friendship, folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a text from Brandon today. Well I got multiple - but this is just a tid bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey whats you doin how is work &lt;em&gt;(notice the runon) red flag number 1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey! Work is crazy, trying to get everything ready for John to leave. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok I guess ill tell you later k &lt;em&gt;(red flag number 2)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*all the things that could be wrong are running through my mind*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok. xoxo smile darlin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; yea right &lt;em&gt;(no more red flags. direct hit. battleship sunk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally I'm going to worry about what's wrong. I know he will tell me later. Or we will go sit on the tailgate and shoot birds. That's theraputic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want anyone else to be less than happy, but when I'm worried about someone else... my problems seem minimal. When I'm playing with my niece and nephew, nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go dancing this week and let everything go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on my radio this morning&amp;nbsp;- cause I can't get ready without music, duh!! The song came on...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late today, I still feel the sting of the pain. I brushed my teeth anyway, got dressed through the mess put a smile on my face.... I get a little stronger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe 1m8gsnikxpm?="" embed="" height="390" http:="" src="&amp;lt;A href=" title="YouTube video player" width="480" www.youtube.com=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. &lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I'll try not to be so confusing in a few days. Maybe :)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-547275573544526122?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/547275573544526122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=547275573544526122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/547275573544526122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/547275573544526122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/mood-swings.html' title='Mood Swings'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-5311045216150773068</id><published>2011-04-26T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:21:48.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Cowgirl Up</title><content type='html'>I would say sorry for yesterday's debbie downer post. But I'm not sorry. I needed to vent. Lately my Facebook posts haven't been the happiest. Apparently there are people who care about me. I've had several calls or text messages asking if I'm ok. I went over to one of my good friends houses and he talked about things with me. I met some of his roommates who thought I was cool. That made me feel good about myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDaw8CuOdz8/Tbb-CmNlwKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/e232G5jUPBQ/s1600/maddox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDaw8CuOdz8/Tbb-CmNlwKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/e232G5jUPBQ/s320/maddox.jpg" width="320px" /&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/-TqwfjIyuw_U/Tbb-TpR8PlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3A7WjApZW8U/s1600/rian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TqwfjIyuw_U/Tbb-TpR8PlI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3A7WjApZW8U/s320/rian.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent the afternoon with my niece and nephews. Baby Paxton loves me! He doesn't cry when I hold him. Only when everyone else holds him. ha! The pictures are kinda old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted my neice and nephews fingers and toes. We all have green fingernails and blue toe nails. My nephew likes having his toes painted. At least they weren't pink ok... He just wanted to match Rian and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neice wanted to start watching Snow White so I put it on for her. She was kneeling on my lap with her face pressed up against mine. We sat there for a minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kissed my cheek then put her little cheek back on mine and said, "Aunt Brittany, you're the best"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little girl makes everything better. She tells me I'm pretty, she tells me she loves me, she tells my I'm the best. I'm her best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have neices or nephews? I didn't know it was possible to love someone else's kid as much as I love those kids. I'm lucky enough to have 2 neices and 2 nephews who adore me. I wish Rian, Maddox, and paxton didn't live in Texas- but I sure love the time I get to spend with them! I am glad Riley lives here! I can't wait for Weston (brother)&amp;nbsp;and Mallory to be able to have babies either! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-5311045216150773068?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5311045216150773068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=5311045216150773068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5311045216150773068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5311045216150773068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/cowgirl-up.html' title='Cowgirl Up'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDaw8CuOdz8/Tbb-CmNlwKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/e232G5jUPBQ/s72-c/maddox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-6227240823341229849</id><published>2011-04-25T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:30:12.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes I Vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Farmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roomate'/><title type='text'>Worst Weekend Ever.</title><content type='html'>Yes... I'm going to vent. If you don't want to hear it... leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had to work. Law firm 8:30 to 4:30 then Frozen Custard shop 5:30 to 11:30. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday was moving day. I took my car to meet an interested buyer at someone's house so they could take a look at the mechanics. I got ripped to shreds. The old man was super mean. He talked to me like I was a child. We discovered an oil leak under my car. The oil sending unit doesn't work&amp;nbsp; properly. But I've never noticed oil dripping under my car. The lower control arm on the front right side needs a new bushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jus typed this big long blog post. about everything that went wrong with my weekend. Guess what. none of it was saved and I lost it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you get the short version. lucky you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Horrible things about my weekend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon was supposed to give me the truck on saturday - but due to something at work going wrong he couldn't - he called and apologized. He was going to help me after he got off. But he didn't know I had to work at 5&lt;br /&gt;when I got to my apartment I realized how much wasn't packed&lt;br /&gt;My roomates packed the kitchen but conviniently left my 3 mugs and cookbooks on the counter. They probably couldn't go in the box with the other mugs and cook books. &lt;br /&gt;My mom blew a tire on my dads car and ripped it up the side of his car&amp;nbsp;on the way to my house&lt;br /&gt;my brother broke all of our bookshelves en route to the new house&lt;br /&gt;I was going to fix said bookshelves and make them into new shelves or put them back together. They were thrown away without my permission&lt;br /&gt;the mechanic put me into tears for like an hour about my car.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon went out with some girl saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;My family didn't come over on easter. just my brother and his wife. I wanted to see my whole family.&lt;br /&gt;my new room is really small&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out every single one of my eyelashes. I have no more. none. zip. have you ever seen a bald eyes person?&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad attitude all weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the condensed version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good things about my weekend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good cry and talk with Brandon. He's the best listener. He knows just what to say to get things out of me.&lt;br /&gt;My mom made one of my favorite desserts&lt;br /&gt;I got to sleep with my puppy&lt;br /&gt;I saw my niece and nephew. &lt;br /&gt;I can listen to my own music in my own room&lt;br /&gt;I got the movie tangled. Haven't watched it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-6227240823341229849?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6227240823341229849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=6227240823341229849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6227240823341229849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6227240823341229849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/worst-weekend-ever.html' title='Worst Weekend Ever.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8100817094888265913</id><published>2011-04-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T09:12:00.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country Girl'/><title type='text'>4wd</title><content type='html'>The guy at the truck dealership tried to talk me out of getting a 4wd truck. He doesn't think I will need it. And it's expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little does he know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y5NrVg4hC88" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Play in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS no that's not me or anyone I know. But it will be when I get my trucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8100817094888265913?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8100817094888265913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8100817094888265913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8100817094888265913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8100817094888265913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/4wd.html' title='4wd'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y5NrVg4hC88/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-5204248592719917983</id><published>2011-04-21T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:48:53.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Farmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments worth Mentioning'/><title type='text'>Charles.</title><content type='html'>Wednesday = Dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dance as much as I wanted to last night. Brandon danced with me quite a few times. I only got to dance with Nick twice.&amp;nbsp;But I didn't get to dance with Wyatt! He left early! Payton and Jess and some friends were there, they are a fun bunch. Brandon almost got in a fight. I'm glad he didn't - he walked away like a big boy. This guy shoved him and I was pretty sure his ride hom would be an ambulence. But thankfully the bouncers took care of everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time hanging out. After dancing Brandon had to go to work for a little bit. He took me with him. He had to 'check water' in a few of the fields. We hung out with the cows and waited to make sure nothing clogged any of the ports. We walked a few of the fields to check the borders. I got to see corn sweat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know corn sweats? I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually produces little drops of sweaty stuff on it's leaves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the end of one of the fields... Brandon asked if I wanted a baby corn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he dug me up a little baby corn plant. He is about a foot tall! I named him Charles. He rode around with us in the truck and Brandon tried to throw him out the window several times! I wouldn't let him though. He said I wasn't allowed to talk to plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not care. Charles is cute. When I re-plant him he will grow big and strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except... I left him on Brandon's porch... I don't think he will survive the heat today with no cool dirt and no water! Poor little guy... I hope he doesn't die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked the alfalfa field... well I sat in the truck and drove it real slow while Brandon fixed stuff in the ditch. He got all wet and muddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I got a picture of Charles before I murdered him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Farm.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-5204248592719917983?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5204248592719917983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=5204248592719917983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5204248592719917983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5204248592719917983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/charles.html' title='Charles.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-3828135942311600768</id><published>2011-04-20T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T16:30:58.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments worth Mentioning'/><title type='text'>That Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Setting:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany - working hard at her desk.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon - At work. Some field, Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turquoise light blinks on Brittany's phone (which means text from Branon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Text convo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brandon:&lt;/strong&gt; I made a new friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brittany:&lt;/strong&gt; Good Job! Where'd you make a new friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brandon:&lt;/strong&gt; O it's a coyote :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brittany:&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;End text convo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would. There are usually coyotes in the fields where he works. Usually we talk about shooting them. But... apparently he's taking on a different approach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This put a smile on my face. Who makes friends with coyote's! Well I guess it's no that different from me befriending cows and owls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this was a waste of your time. It made me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Have awesome friends like I do.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-3828135942311600768?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3828135942311600768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=3828135942311600768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3828135942311600768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3828135942311600768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/that-boy.html' title='That Boy'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-269858547883572170</id><published>2011-04-20T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T14:10:00.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet Brittany'/><title type='text'>Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>The Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;what's something you've eaten and liked, but didn't think you would?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I would like corn nuts. Cause it just seems a little too barbaric for me. But I tried it. And liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;plastic surgery..yay or nay?﻿ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I think its okay for certain reasons and in certain quantities. Do I think everyone should go all Heidi Montag on their bodies, no. But I think that for some people it is something that makes them feel better about themselves and gives them the confidence they've been lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;2 things you love about spring are.....?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blooming flowers (even though they don't love me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break. duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;when's the last time you went on a picnic?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week and a half ago. I posted about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;what's your favorite app?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of an angry birds snob. and currently i'm loving alkinator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;who does the grocery shopping in your house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I go to Trader Joe's after work on Monday to get the goods for the week. Sometimes Brian comes and we walk down the isles hand in hand and make a date out of it. Just depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;would you rather take a spin class or zumba?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin class hurts my rump. I love zumba, but only when I'm alone. So if I had to choose between a zumba class or a spin class- i'd choose spin. I look less ridiculous at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;how often do you go out to dinner?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way too much. We go out every weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-269858547883572170?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/269858547883572170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=269858547883572170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/269858547883572170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/269858547883572170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/q.html' title='Q &amp; A'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1925692012395566864</id><published>2011-04-20T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:23:16.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Moving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; Please accept my apology in advance for the lack of blogging I will be doing the next few weeks. I will try to keep you updated on my crazy life. You see... Here's the deal. I am absolutely NOT complaining. Don't get me wrong here. Just hear me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a full time job M-F 8:30-4:30&lt;br /&gt;I work a part-time night job a few nights a week 5:30-11:00&lt;br /&gt;I have dance every Wednesday... that I never miss. Ever. It keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;I try to regularly go to the gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stop right there. That keeps me busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and her husband are in town with my 2 nephews and my niece for the next 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;It's easter week/weekend and family festivities.&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't packed.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finished painting my new room.&lt;br /&gt;We will need to clean our apt before moving out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to sell my car.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to buy a truck.&lt;br /&gt;I have a cold.&lt;br /&gt;I like to spend time with my puppy and my friends. &lt;br /&gt;I like to go dancing on the weekends also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just forget to breathe sometimes. and eat. Eating ... slips my mind. Alot. It makes Brandon mad! Making time to shower, eat, and sleep... is highly inconvinient right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My todo list is growing. I'm trying not to stress out. I don't have a truck to help me move. I don't have boys to help me lift heavy stuff.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Conquer the next few weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt; IM SO EXCITED TO SEE RIAN (neice) MADDOX (nephew) AND MEET PAXTON (new baby nephew)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1925692012395566864?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1925692012395566864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1925692012395566864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1925692012395566864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1925692012395566864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/moving.html' title='Moving.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8288558761605382679</id><published>2011-04-19T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:14:03.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Painting</title><content type='html'>We got the keys to our new house! I have my room almost all painted. I painted 3 light grey walls and one teal ish aqua wall. I got a matching bed spread.&amp;nbsp;I need one more coat of teal and then a few touch up areas. It's going to turn out great! Ethan and Traci came over on Friday and Ethan painted my teal wall! He didn't have a 'grungy' shirt - so I gave him the only t-shirt I had. It has my name on it... written in permanent marker. It's from highschool when my friend Nathan dressed up like me for nerd day and wore this shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&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/-Y8D9G2VfOYM/Ta4CSqVO29I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3YVMmDdwLP4/s1600/DSCN3563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8D9G2VfOYM/Ta4CSqVO29I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3YVMmDdwLP4/s320/DSCN3563.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan even wore it to walmart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had the best day ever with my roomates! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3561.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300px" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3561.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3562.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300px" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3562.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping for stuff for our new house and hung out the whole day! It was great! Kaylie and I went horseback riding with Kristina and I got a terrible sunburn. It's blistering as we speak. Not little blisters either. Long bumpy&amp;nbsp;paintful ones. I can barely touch my skin. I would like to ditch the shirt... but that's not socially acceptable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my roomates and me had a sleepover in our new living room! We slept on the hard wood floor...never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I finished painting my room with Kaylie's help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3564.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300px" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3564.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3565.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300px" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3565.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hideous picture. Don't judge me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3566.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300px" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3566.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3567.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400px" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3567.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We visited our new ward. Then I went to Kaylie's family dinner. Then someone came to look at my car. They are going to call me this week with an offer. Cross your fingers! Then I finished my taxes and went to bed early. Much needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3568.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300px" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3568.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3569.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300px" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3569.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3570.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400px" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3570.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking for my bathroom... I'll do one deep red wall. and I don't know about the toher walls. They are tannish gold right now. I want black and red accents? I don't know how that will look with tan. Any decor tips... throw them my way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving is stressful! I've moved&amp;nbsp;4 times in the last ten months! I'm staying here for a while, do or die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Try not to be stressed...&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8288558761605382679?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8288558761605382679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8288558761605382679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8288558761605382679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8288558761605382679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/painting.html' title='Painting'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8D9G2VfOYM/Ta4CSqVO29I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3YVMmDdwLP4/s72-c/DSCN3563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8097903095162841299</id><published>2011-04-16T09:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:09:10.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet Brittany'/><title type='text'>Flashback!</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking lately about some things I miss from my childhood. Some things I remember that kids these days miss out on. &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;Walk down memory lane shall we!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Red Cherry Icee's at Target. Everytime I went to Target... mom got me a red cherry icee. One day they went white... I never had another one. White cherry icee?? What were they thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. White Keds. I had a pair once. I remember the little rubber blue logo on the back... was the stamp and seal of 'coolness'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Doug. Who remembers this show!? And his blue friend... WTF? I never thought this was out of the ordinary till I pulled up this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rocko's Modern Life (since my brain is on cartoons) and also... how is this appropriate? Kinda falls in the same category is Blue man up there. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Scooters - they are still kinda popular... but I remember the Christmas EVERYONE got scooters on my street and we rode them everyday for months. Mind happened to be the 'next' brand. We even went as far as drawing sidewalk chalk lanes on the sidewalk. Ya. We're cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Levi's Low Rise Jeans. Such a new and foreign concept in the early 90's. &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;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zjpooj6uvEQ" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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;7. Pogs. If I had a dollar for everytime I got a pog taken away in school... I'd have... a lot of dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Being in love with TJ Detweiler. Yes. A cartoon. Something about him... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Giga pets or Nano Pets. I killed mine. Everytime. What is it about holding a little 1/2 in screen with a pixelized dog inside that you have to feed, water, and play with?? We all did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Gel Pens - our teachers actually had to make rules against writing our names in gel pens because thier old eyes couldn't see the bright colors. If I had a dolor for every black paper note pad I had half filled with stupid crap.... I could probly retire. Like tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Rugrats - even as an older kid... watching a show about babies... was the most entertaining half hour of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Space Jam. Best. Movie. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. All That - Best comedy cast ever. Just sayin. Sorry SNL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Saved by the bell. I mean come one, all of us girls drooled over these boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. BOB ROSS!! Happy tree's. Smiling Springs and happy rivers. Every saturday morning I watched his show. Without fail. Then he died one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Cat and Dog. Who wouldv'e thought that a fish/bone shaped house with a dog/cat like creature would be such a hit! I loved it. All the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Fruit Stripe gum. I mean... blue zebra tatoo's on the gum wrapper! What more could a kid ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you afraid of the dark? Well yes, I am. But only because of this show!! You tube it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Oregon Trail - ya. I never died. I learned most of my survival skills from playing this game. We even got to play in school! Beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Mavis Beacon. Thank you for teaching me how to type so accurately and speedily. I owe it all to you. for some reason though... I always wanted to play the grocery game where we used the 10 digit pad to ring groceries. I never learned much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Cory and Topanga. Topanga? WTF category. Regardless of thier names they were and always will be the cutest couple on TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I have for now! &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;Any fellow 90's kids... what do you remember!? What do you miss?? I legit miss cat dog and rocko. Like... really. &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;Cheers to the decade before 3rd graders had cell phones and it was acceptable to play outside from the time we got home till the time the street lights came on. &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;And no... I did not catch any disease from drinking out of the hose.&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;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8097903095162841299?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8097903095162841299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8097903095162841299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8097903095162841299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8097903095162841299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/flashback.html' title='Flashback!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zjpooj6uvEQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-6589846276031102243</id><published>2011-04-15T08:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T08:51:00.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The PT Cruiser</title><content type='html'>I'm love my car. It runs great. It's got a turbo engine! and... It's bright orange. What's not to love!? It's commonly referred to as the batmobile or&amp;nbsp;'that little thing'. I've named him Gus Gus and he's been very good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3498.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3498.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3505.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3505.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3506.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3506.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... he doesn't support my lifestyle very well. When I need to go to the lake and have a bonfire... he cannot take me there. When I want to go shooting in the desert... he cannot take me there. When I'm bored on a Friday night and feel like four-wheeling... he cannot take me there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I'm selling him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His feelings will be so hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is... I'm having trouble finding someone who wants him.&lt;br /&gt;Problem #2 is... I don't have a truck ready to buy as soon as someone wants my car... I told Brandon... uh... don't be mad when I don't have a car and you have to take me everywhere and pick me up!!... &lt;br /&gt;He responded, "no big deal... it would only be for a little while... right??"... silence. &lt;br /&gt;Ya, about that. I'll need to figure that out asap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple is coming to look at him Monday. So cross your fingers for us! He is going to be detailed and all sparkly clean! I will need a car loan for about 3 or 4 thousand to get the truck I want. I hope I can get one of those too... considering I have no credit. None. Zip. Zero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for one of these. 4 door, 4x4, Toyota Tacoma - newer then 2002. That is the little baby truck I want!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/-dBtkHGfinbU/TaXI1Zy6lAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yqNb7uTY7rE/s1600/trucky%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBtkHGfinbU/TaXI1Zy6lAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yqNb7uTY7rE/s320/trucky%2521.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I would go for one of these also (below) but it's a little newer and more expensive...&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/-YZjEbyEYH5s/TaXI7QL7VkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/D3W86acu7CA/s1600/trucky2%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZjEbyEYH5s/TaXI7QL7VkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/D3W86acu7CA/s320/trucky2%2521.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just want my truck.&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;Cross your fingers that the people coming Monday like Gus Gus!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-6589846276031102243?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6589846276031102243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=6589846276031102243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6589846276031102243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6589846276031102243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/pt-cruiser.html' title='The PT Cruiser'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBtkHGfinbU/TaXI1Zy6lAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/yqNb7uTY7rE/s72-c/trucky%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-5872805042204765807</id><published>2011-04-14T08:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T08:43:00.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>What Happens in Vegas</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen this movie... you need to. Right now. Go get it. Watch it. Enjoy. You may borrow my copy if you'd like. Hands down this is my favorite comedy movie. I'm going to share some funny quote with you... but they probably won't be as funny till you've seen it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/-reR1NQ9LDFY/TaSd_vfhFdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/MF1aQxGlgVo/s1600/vegas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-reR1NQ9LDFY/TaSd_vfhFdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/MF1aQxGlgVo/s320/vegas1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Joy locks herself in the bathroom so Jack can't use it, she comes home one day to no bathroom door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: We got robbed. All they took was the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;During therapy one day the couple is discussing the things that they love about eachother (sarcastically)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Her candles smell AWESOME!&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;em&gt;Joy's friend Tipper mad at Jack's friend...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipper: If I could kill someone with my mind right now, it would be you. &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;em&gt;When discussing previous nights activities&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Is there any part of the night, I don't know, maybe say the part where I was about to marry the rebound guy, that you thought, 'hey oh my God, this is a really good time for an intervention'? &lt;br /&gt;Tipper: [extremely hungover] Seriously? &lt;br /&gt;Joy: Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Tipper: I like... threw up in my own purse... so... &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;strong&gt;These are totally my favorite.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;joy is leaving for the day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Fuller: Hey, don't get hit by a bus &lt;br /&gt;[door slams behind Joy] &lt;br /&gt;Jack Fuller: . Or do, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's Friend: [talking to tipper] You know what stripper? You're kind of a disgusting skank. &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;I absolutely love this movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. &lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-5872805042204765807?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5872805042204765807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=5872805042204765807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5872805042204765807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5872805042204765807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-happens-in-vegas_14.html' title='What Happens in Vegas'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-reR1NQ9LDFY/TaSd_vfhFdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/MF1aQxGlgVo/s72-c/vegas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-2920486219372954470</id><published>2011-04-13T08:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:20:00.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet Brittany'/><title type='text'>A-Z About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all know I steal good ideas from the blogs I follow... here's to another one!&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt; 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;strong&gt;Bed Size:&lt;/strong&gt; Full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chore you hate:&lt;/strong&gt; Bathrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dogs:&lt;/strong&gt; Cooper – 2yr old poodle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essential start of your day:&lt;/strong&gt; Going Pee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Color:&lt;/strong&gt; Pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gold or silver:&lt;/strong&gt; Silver for sure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height:&lt;/strong&gt; 5'6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instruments I play (or have played):&lt;/strong&gt; Piano and Violin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Legal Assistant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids:&lt;/strong&gt; Not yet! &lt;em&gt;Boy #1&lt;/em&gt; will be named Jack Daniels or Keadin. &lt;em&gt;Girl #1&lt;/em&gt; will be named Cheyenne &lt;em&gt;(husband will agree)&lt;/em&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;strong&gt;Live:&lt;/strong&gt; Mesa, AZ Gilbert soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom's Name:&lt;/strong&gt; DeAnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; Britt or Bee or Britty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overnight hospital stays:&lt;/strong&gt; When I was little, I don’t remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pet Peeve:&lt;/strong&gt; People making a certain noise with their mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote from a movie:&lt;/strong&gt; Don’t get hit by a bus… or do. &lt;em&gt;What happens in Vegas&lt;/em&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;strong&gt;Right or left handed:&lt;/strong&gt; 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;strong&gt;Siblings:&lt;/strong&gt; 1 older brother, 2 older sisters, 1 little brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time you wake up:&lt;/strong&gt; Between 7 and 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Underwear:&lt;/strong&gt; Duh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vegetables you dislike:&lt;/strong&gt; Lima Beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes you run late:&lt;/strong&gt; Taking Cooper out, or hitting snooze too many 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;strong&gt;X-rays you've had done:&lt;/strong&gt; Foot, and back both several 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;strong&gt;Yummy food you make:&lt;/strong&gt; Magic nacho sauce! Lime chicken fajitas, cookies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoo animal:&lt;/strong&gt; Zebra!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-2920486219372954470?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2920486219372954470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=2920486219372954470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2920486219372954470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2920486219372954470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/z-about-me.html' title='A-Z About Me'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-6264946241372888896</id><published>2011-04-12T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:09:24.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project Skinny'/><title type='text'>GTL</title><content type='html'>So one of my friends works at a tanning salon and one of my BFF’s Dana convinced me to go try it for a week free. SO… I did! I only went for 4 minutes the first day cause I usually burn really easily. Then second day I went for 8 minutes and I got a little pink in the areas where I missed lotion… oops! Dana helps lotion me up! Thanks girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered how incredibly relaxing it is to lay in the beds. The warm light and the sound of the fan. I love it! I want to go everyday! I understand now why people get addicted and they only let you go once a day! Haha There’s also a location not too far from the new place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also started going to the gym. And yes, I love it. It’s not hard to go for a few minutes each day. Once we get all settled into our new house (CAN’T WAIT!) I am going to pack my little gym bag and stop there on my way to work each day! I’m going to be skinny, dangit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want to look like again...&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/-8Y_fWQEjVgU/TaSG3VKIjyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FS-GfyjCcZc/s1600/skinny.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y_fWQEjVgU/TaSG3VKIjyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FS-GfyjCcZc/s320/skinny.JPG" width="109" /&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/-3obQCyDSdPc/TaSG6UXh1fI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hK7XuLbBvoM/s1600/skinny2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3obQCyDSdPc/TaSG6UXh1fI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hK7XuLbBvoM/s320/skinny2.JPG" width="243" /&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/-fuFkX3aCXJk/TaSG8mZ63cI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mAFQwNUdunQ/s1600/skinny3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fuFkX3aCXJk/TaSG8mZ63cI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mAFQwNUdunQ/s320/skinny3.JPG" width="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I keep you informed of my progress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you help support me!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any motivation or tips you have for me would be greatly appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Get Skinny!&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-6264946241372888896?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6264946241372888896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=6264946241372888896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6264946241372888896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6264946241372888896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/gtl.html' title='GTL'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Y_fWQEjVgU/TaSG3VKIjyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/FS-GfyjCcZc/s72-c/skinny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1333089766038316860</id><published>2011-04-12T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:36:00.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>I've Made a Decision</title><content type='html'>I think I've decided to sell my photos. I take pretty pictures, right!? Well I am going to make prints and frame them... and sell them! Why not. I am going to sell them for cheap - because it's just for fun. I want a way to make money off of my creative outlet. If I could make money dancing I would... but that might make me a stripper... so I'll stick with photography. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I advertise or be a sponsor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm full of good ideas. All the time. I want to work for myself. I want to be my own boss. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Dream.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Side note... what am I going to do when I get married and my initial change one day... that will be wierd. I'm not so attached to my last name... but I love my initials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1333089766038316860?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1333089766038316860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1333089766038316860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1333089766038316860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1333089766038316860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-made-decision.html' title='I&apos;ve Made a Decision'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-519095669837669151</id><published>2011-04-11T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:36:25.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes I Vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><title type='text'>Weekend.</title><content type='html'>This weekend was one of the longest weekends of my life. You'd think that was a good thing... right!? well it some sense.. yes it was. Friday night&amp;nbsp;I hung out with Dana. Nick (my advanced dance teacher) texted me and asked if I would go to Toby Keith's Bar and Grill because he needed a girl to dance with. So, off we went! We helped him teach a mini class. Then we danced for a bit. My shoulder/ribs have been bothering me. I think they are out of place. So we went home kinda early. I talked things out with my best friend. We've been out of sync lately. All is well now. Which makes me breath a little easier. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday I woke up and went to a tanning bed for the first time ever! I didn't even burn. I am going back today! I want to have pretty tan skin come summer time! Then I did some shopping with Dana. We went to dinner then out to Denim and Diamonds! We were having a great time! I was upset that Brandon had brought Leslie - but I tried to have a good time regardless. He still danced with me a few times - but left without hugging me or saying goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;One of my girlfriends from college came out with her boyfriend. We had a blast! I hadn't seen her in almost a year! I was glad that she came out and I hope she had a good time!! &lt;br /&gt;Josiah and Bridgette (dance partners/friends - married couple) came out also! I always have a blast when we dance with them! People stare at us... ya we are that good!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a super lazy day. I had a 'talk' with Brandon. Sometimes I wish I just kept my mouth shut. I was being a stupid jealous girl...and I should just keep my mouth shut. I made him mad and now things are all off balance. Yes, I've pulled out several eye lashes this weekend. Cool. My favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wierd weekend. I don't know if I can say it was a good one... although I did dance Friday night and Saturday night so that helped me blow off some steam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn't a stupid girl. I should let things be. I shouldn't question myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening. I'll post pics of this weekend soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. &lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-519095669837669151?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/519095669837669151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=519095669837669151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/519095669837669151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/519095669837669151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend.html' title='Weekend.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-5263379741451326379</id><published>2011-04-11T10:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T10:06:00.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Heavy Weights</title><content type='html'>I have the best blogger friends! Recently a few of them posted about weight. The never ending battle to lose a few pounds here and there. How society see's women and their weight. How we see ourselves and our weight. Goals to lose weight. Desire to be thinner and healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we see ourselves struck a cord with me. By no means am I an expert, but I have a few things to say! (Typical right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go out on a limb. I am 5'6 and I weigh 165 pounds. I wear size 11 or 13 jeans, depending on the brand. I wear meduim or large shirt depending on the brand. When I was "highschool skinny" I was a size 7 and weighed 135 pounds. I know that is a healthy weight for me. I'm working on getting back there, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do I think I'm fat?&lt;br /&gt;A: Depends on the day/my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is my stomach a little too squishy?&lt;br /&gt;A: Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do I hate my body?&lt;br /&gt;A: Absolutey NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do I make efforts to lose a few pounds?&lt;br /&gt;A: Probably not as often as I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Am I my own worst critic&lt;br /&gt;A: You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do I think I'm pretty&lt;br /&gt;A: Undoubtedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I share his picture of a hot dog with you. It made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="326" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/012908/self-esteem-is-awesome.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound conceded or full of myself. But I think I'm pretty. Of course I have areas I want to work on. But overall I see myself as pretty. There are so many beautiful women in this world who think they are ugly or fat. That shows in the way they treat themselves, the way they carry themselves, the&amp;nbsp; way they talk about themselves. It all shows. Other people notice how you view yourself and they begin to duplicate those feelings. If you see yourself as ugly, and believe you are fat - other people will to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to love yourself. You are amazing. We each have so many strenghts and qualities that can be celebrated and shared. Don't get me wrong, when I am dancing or&amp;nbsp;cuddling&amp;nbsp;sometimes I am afraid for him to hold me close or squeeze me in fear that 'those few extra pounds' will be too evident. But it hasn't stopped him yet. Why should it stop me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rid yourself of self destructive thoughts. Every time you think about your lovehandles or flabby arms... kick those thoughts out and replace them with thoughts about how your 'rocking that outfit today' or how good your hair turned out! You don't even have to do it for a boy or anyone else! Do it for yourself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are beautiful, dangit! We are. Life is to short to be unhappy. If you don't like it, change it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-2122" height="197" src="http://lacigreen.tv/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/self-esteem-300x197.jpg" title="self-esteem" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love Yourself.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-5263379741451326379?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5263379741451326379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=5263379741451326379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5263379741451326379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5263379741451326379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/heavy-weights.html' title='Heavy Weights'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8392911187034655188</id><published>2011-04-10T12:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:14:00.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>If It's Any Consolation...</title><content type='html'>Quote of the week, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’ve danced with a lot of women – and you’re the only one I’ve ever dropped.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think that’s a compliment?... Yep, definitely a compliment.&amp;nbsp;Wednesday &amp;nbsp;night Ethan, Tracy, Brandon, Dana and I headed out to Denim and Diamonds. Because Dana and I got there before everyone else, that’s an open invitation for Creepers. One particular guy asked me to teach him to dance, so I tried. Then he followed me back to my table and continued to talk to me. Dana had to take a call so she wasn’t at the table when we got back. This guy proceeded to tell me about how he got in a fight with his baby mama and she clocked him in the face and so he came here to unwind bla bla bla. Cool. I don’t care. Brandon and Jake came over to save me! Thank goodness. They stepped right between me and afore mentioned creepy man and Jake took him a few feet away and started talkin to him. The body guards (aka – my boys) usually find me within 60 seconds of creepers getting to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new nick name. Are you ready? &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Wifey.&lt;/span&gt; The boys decided so. I take such good care of them all – they call me the wife. Jake was takin me to the dance floor and with the biggest grin on his face he goes, “I get to dance with the bride!” He cracks me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this nick name because… they agreed that when they are being idiots – or not listening I can &lt;em&gt;pull the wife card&lt;/em&gt; … and then they are bound to acquiesce to my request. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That – ladies and gentlemen puts me, the wifey in charge! YeeHaw! I approve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I danced with Jake I screwed something up. He just laughs and says, “Come on girl” I’m pretty sure one of these days he’s just going to walk me off the dance floor and give up! I danced with Ethan! He remembered everything I taught him from last time – I was so proud! He danced with Tracy a few times, they are SO cute together. Brandon took Tracy out and Ethan took me out but about half way through the song, we pulled a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;switch-a-roo&lt;/span&gt; … cute!! Brandon and I danced quite a bit, love dancing with that boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m writing a lot I know. No pictures. Sorry Charlie Brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my story. I was dancing with Brandon and at the end of the song he dipped me – fairly quickly and I kicked one of my legs up (as I often do when being dipped) and the next thing I felt was the hard wood floor beneath me. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ouch&lt;/span&gt;. Within seconds Brandon picked me up and took me back to our table. He apologized like 95 times. I was fine, he was soooo upset that he dropped me. I assured him that I’d been dropped harder and way worse. He looked up at me with the saddest puppy dog eyes and whispers, “I tried to save you”. I giggled. I told him it happens! No big deal! Then he said it… “ I’ve danced with a lot of women, and you’re the only one I’ve ever dropped” … I was taken back… uh… I said “Well I feel privileged”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He beat himself up for the rest of the night despite my efforts to tell him it was alright!! I pulled the wife card and told him to stop apologizing. It worked. Kinda. Ok, &lt;em&gt;Not really&lt;/em&gt; he felt terrible. It was an amazing night! I danced lots, hung out with mine friends and got a few good laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Dance.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8392911187034655188?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8392911187034655188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8392911187034655188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8392911187034655188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8392911187034655188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-its-any-consolation.html' title='If It&apos;s Any Consolation...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-7713883686537343499</id><published>2011-04-09T10:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T10:26:00.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 Things'/><title type='text'>So Far Away</title><content type='html'>1. I love my Utah cousins.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love when I get to visit my Utah cousins.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love when my Utah cousins visit me.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love Utah cousins kids.&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish they didn't live so far away. &lt;br /&gt;6. I wish I could just go over there on the weekends for game nights, etc.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love that I can text them or call them anytime I want&lt;br /&gt;8. I love how close we are - even though I met them 4 years ago&lt;br /&gt;9. I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;10. I am closer with them that most of my cousins that I've known my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Bonnie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0138.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="267" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSC_0138.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Katie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3426.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton and Jared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN0360.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN0360.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have pictures of Becca, Krystel, Shandra, or Misty. But I will soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-7713883686537343499?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7713883686537343499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=7713883686537343499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/7713883686537343499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/7713883686537343499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-far-away.html' title='So Far Away'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1222137510372013116</id><published>2011-04-08T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:02:23.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20SB'/><title type='text'>Shout-Out 20SB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNwoGKXlysM/TZ9L3AIhsjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EJOYuxN08PI/s1600/20sb_member.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNwoGKXlysM/TZ9L3AIhsjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EJOYuxN08PI/s1600/20sb_member.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://www.20sb.net/"&gt;20SB&lt;/a&gt;! I just want to give a shout out to all my 20somethingblogger buddies! You guys are awesome! Thanks for all the follows, and comments! I truly appreciate them! I've loved getting to know each of you through your blogs! I look forward to reading them each day. Y'all are awesome! We've found things in common, shared thoughts, and laughs! Even though some of you are half way around the world I feel connected to each of you in different ways. I am grateful for the opportunity to get to know each of you and learn more about you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking in on the blog here and putting up with my crazy self! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy the blog and keep comin back! I try to keep things positive and upbeat around here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of you has in influence on me. I hope that I am widening my circle of influence - as you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1222137510372013116?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1222137510372013116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1222137510372013116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1222137510372013116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1222137510372013116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/shout-out-20sb.html' title='Shout-Out 20SB'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNwoGKXlysM/TZ9L3AIhsjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EJOYuxN08PI/s72-c/20sb_member.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-188379052387788032</id><published>2011-04-08T09:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T09:48:00.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes I Vent'/><title type='text'>Raw.</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: This post probably won't make much sense - and don't you think even for a second that I am unhappy. That's not what this is about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I need to spill my guts and that it would solve all my problems. But...&lt;br /&gt;1. No one cares that much &lt;br /&gt;2. I'm stronger than that&lt;br /&gt;3. What would people really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I am fairly normal. I like to think that I know who I am and where I am going. Sometimes I am thrown for a loop though. What am I doing with my life?? Am I really the person I want to be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very&amp;nbsp; "heart on my sleeve" kind of girl. When I'm mad - my face will tell you so. When I'm happy, everyone knows it. When I'm sad - people notice. I am brutally honest with myself. I am brutally honest with other people. I intimidate some people because of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confident. Or so I think. I am usually confident in my looks, my skills, my smarts, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes - I feel insecure. For example... my photography. I love taking pictures - but I get frustrated when they don't come out the way I want, There are so many other people who take better pictures that I, what's the point in showing mine? &lt;br /&gt;Now - that being said and using that as an example... THAT'S NOT LIKE ME AT ALL! I never think like that. I never feel like that. I don't know where this is all coming from. Strong people like me don't say those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a competitive person, when put in a competitive situation, I back down. Especially when it comes to my skills or abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... when it comes to my feelings, my heart, or my stubbornness - I won't back down for anything. I'm very headstrong and I always stand my ground. I don't feel like I have to prove myself to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you think that being that way would drive away these feelings of insecurity? Maybe insecure isn't even the right word. Why do I care so much what people think? I love my life and I have so much to be greateful for. I love flowers and sunshine and happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like admitting I'm insecure about things. Because it's not like me. My personality and who I am - are nothing close to insecure or shy. I enjoy life. I really do. I promise. I'm not getting all emo on y'all. Just feelings. Everyone has them. Right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening. I'll be stronger in about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-188379052387788032?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/188379052387788032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=188379052387788032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/188379052387788032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/188379052387788032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/raw.html' title='Raw.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-3813418558869836</id><published>2011-04-08T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:39:18.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This or That'/><title type='text'>This or That</title><content type='html'>I know I'm getting very nit picky. But I like opinions!! Help me out here. Little things make all&amp;nbsp;the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which photo do you like more, and why!? I know they are very similar - but note the difference In color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/April%20Temple%20Shoot/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0039.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="267" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/April%20Temple%20Shoot/DSC_0039.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/April%20Temple%20Shoot/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="267" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/April%20Temple%20Shoot/DSC_0040.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know!! Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-3813418558869836?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3813418558869836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=3813418558869836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3813418558869836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3813418558869836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-or-that_08.html' title='This or That'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/April%20Temple%20Shoot/th_DSC_0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-5832045334968824302</id><published>2011-04-07T12:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:30:16.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This or That'/><title type='text'>This or That</title><content type='html'>Please - Tell me which one you like better, and why! Thanks!! I am grouping similar photos, and I want to know which one is easier on the eyeballs! Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/April%20Temple%20Shoot/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="267" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/April%20Temple%20Shoot/DSC_0022.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/April%20Temple%20Shoot/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0152.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="267" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/April%20Temple%20Shoot/DSC_0152.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be several more of these posts to come! So keep checking and bring on the feedback!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Shoot.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-5832045334968824302?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5832045334968824302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=5832045334968824302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5832045334968824302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/5832045334968824302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-or-that.html' title='This or That'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/April%20Temple%20Shoot/th_DSC_0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8264165879478414208</id><published>2011-04-07T09:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T09:33:00.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trichotillomania'/><title type='text'>Trichotillomania.</title><content type='html'>Is a disease. More like a curse. Yes, I have it. Google it - you'd be surprised at the amount of people bound by this aweful hair pulling disorder. Yes, it's a for real thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull out my eye lashes, and my eyebrows. I don't pull out my head or body hair. Just my facial hair. I feel the hairs in my skin - and they have to come out. I've picked my eyelashes completely bald several times. In 6th grade - it got really bad and I pulled every last one out. I had no more eyelashes. I was completely eyelash bald. How embarrassing. Did it stop me... well, no. I've struggled with it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh. I really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do. I pull out eyelashes all the time. When I'm upset, worried, anxious, sad, mad, excited, or bored... eyelashes are the first to go. When I sit at my computer desk all day, when I read a book, When I drive, when I watch tv, when I talk to friends. All the time. I just pull them out. I don't know how they keep growing back. But as soon as they do... gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to cover up with eyeliner - and go weeks without mascara, that only excentuates the issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is some research I've found explaining the disorder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What Is Compulsive Hair Pulling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trichotillomania&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trichotillomania (trick-o-til-o-MAY-nee-ah) is a disorder that causes people to pull out the hair from their scalp, eyelashes, eyebrows, pubic area, underarms, beard, chest, legs or other parts of the body, resulting in noticeable bald patches. Hair pulling varies greatly in its severity, location on the body, and response to treatment. For some people, at some times, trichotillomania is mild and can be quelled with a bit of extra awareness and concentration. For others, at times the urge may be so strong that it makes thinking of anything else nearly impossible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trichotillomania (also referred to as TTM or "trich") is currently defined as an impulse control disorder but there are still questions about how it should be classified. It may seem to resemble a habit, an addiction, a tic disorder or obsessive-compulsive disorder. Most recently, it is being conceptualized as part of a family of "body-focused repetitive behaviors" (BFRBs) along with skin picking and nail biting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.trich.org/about/hair-pulling.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.trich.org/about/hair-pulling.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What Happens With Trichotillomania?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People with trichotillomania pull hair out at the root from places like the scalp, eyebrows, eyelashes, or pubic area. Some people pull large handfuls of hair, which can leave bald patches on the scalp or eyebrows. Other people pull out their hair one strand at a time. Some inspect the strand after pulling it out or play with the hair after it's been pulled. About half of people with the condition put the hair in their mouths after pulling it. Some people are very aware of their pulling; others seem to do it without really noticing what they're doing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It might be hard to understand why some people would pull their own hair or eyelashes out — or why they wouldn't just stop. But trichotillomania isn't just an ordinary habit that a person can easily stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trichotillomania is a type of compulsive behavior. This means that people with the condition feel an overwhelming urge to pull their hair. They also may have other compulsive habits, such as nail biting or skin picking. Some also have problems like depression, anxiety, or obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). Compulsive behaviors like trichotillomania involve brain chemistry and may be genetic (meaning they can sometimes run in families).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People with trichotillomania may feel embarrassment, frustration, shame, or depression about the condition. They may worry about what others will think or say. They may feel nagged by people who don't understand that they're not doing this on purpose. They usually try to hide the behavior from others — even their families. This can make it difficult to get help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having trichotillomania can affect how people feel about themselves. Some are self-conscious about how hair pulling affects their appearance. Because of this, they might feel less confident about making friends or dating. Others might feel powerless to control the urge to pull or blame themselves for not being able to stop. Feelings like these can cause a person's self-image to suffer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/teen/your_mind/mental_health/trichotillomania.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://kidshealth.org/teen/your_mind/mental_health/trichotillomania.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;#&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do not eat the hair or pull from anywhere but my eyelashes and eyebrows. I don't know why. It just feels good. I do however play with the hair or look at each piece after I pull it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to stop. It just gets out of control sometimes. I don't like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. &lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8264165879478414208?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8264165879478414208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8264165879478414208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8264165879478414208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8264165879478414208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/trichotillomania.html' title='Trichotillomania.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-7746854050687392688</id><published>2011-04-06T11:15:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T11:15:00.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Sillhouette.</title><content type='html'>I took this. I'm proud of it. It's not perfect - but you know what, neither am I! I am proud of my work and I hope you can find something you like about it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/Temple%20PhotoShoot/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="267" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/Temple%20PhotoShoot/DSC_0033.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am practicing more with sillhouettes. It's hard for me to get all the settings in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER! Instead of talking about what's wrong with this photo... I'm going to tell you what I like about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can see each leaf on the palm tree&lt;br /&gt;2. My eye follows the pretty colors in the sky after landing on the tree&lt;br /&gt;3. The clouds cover more of the sky than the color blue&lt;br /&gt;4. I just like it, ok!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am passionate about photography, even though I am just learning. Who cares if they all don't come out perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Take Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-7746854050687392688?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7746854050687392688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=7746854050687392688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/7746854050687392688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/7746854050687392688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/sillhouette.html' title='Sillhouette.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/Temple%20PhotoShoot/th_DSC_0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-715190740708976454</id><published>2011-04-06T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:25:00.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet Brittany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>12</title><content type='html'>Ladies, How many boys have you kissed? By the time you turned 21 - how many boys did you kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you got your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed 12. Is that too many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of those were non-commital. Don't judge me. Or do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&amp;nbsp;I spout off the number 12 it seems like a lot. But when I think... I was 17 when I got my first kiss - that's an average of 3 boys a year. That's not that many. It doesn't seem like that many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird and don't know why I think of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not even that many. I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-715190740708976454?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/715190740708976454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=715190740708976454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/715190740708976454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/715190740708976454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/12.html' title='12'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-3286497651144962846</id><published>2011-04-05T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T14:15:00.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>How Does He Know?</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I was sitting on Brandon's couch. He was watching TV. I was looking at the TV but not really watching. Just using the noise to distract me. I was pulling out my eyelashes in massive quantities. Don't judge me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a commercial came on - he turned around and looked at me and said, "What's wrong with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bull"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm serious"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up to get a drink of water - as I walked by he grabbed my legs and sat me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Start talkin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothin's wrong, Brandon - Really"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why are you doing that freaky thing again" (He refers to me pulling out my eyelashes as freaky) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because it feels good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya because something is wrong with you - don't you lie to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry a little bit. I didn't know what was wrong really. But that boy reads me like an open book. Sometimes I hate it. But he always knows. How the heck does he always know!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there for a while and realized... sometimes I hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burry my feelings. I don't deal with them. It's so much easier to ignore them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me open up. He listens and helps me work through things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why or how he does it. But it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Trust your best friends.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-3286497651144962846?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3286497651144962846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=3286497651144962846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3286497651144962846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3286497651144962846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-does-he-know.html' title='How Does He Know?'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1140545026500586292</id><published>2011-04-05T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:16:35.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can&amp;#39;t decide if mobile blogging is a good thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1140545026500586292?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1140545026500586292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1140545026500586292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1140545026500586292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1140545026500586292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-can-decide-if-mobile-blogging-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1991114811520271627</id><published>2011-04-04T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:13:51.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Inner Workings of My Mind.</title><content type='html'>Scary, right?? Inner workings of my mind. If only I had it figured out. While recently looking at my labels and tags for each of my posts... I realize that I very much blog about the same things. My Weekends, Dance, and boring recaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get sick of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life. (it's now or never - I aint gonna live forever) Yea, I just broke out in song!&lt;br /&gt;See for yourself.&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/-z4EkY5zUyGA/TZo0drTdEAI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JKvcOyfWnw0/s1600/labels.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4EkY5zUyGA/TZo0drTdEAI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JKvcOyfWnw0/s640/labels.JPG" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just blog about lots of the same things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. &lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1991114811520271627?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1991114811520271627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1991114811520271627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1991114811520271627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1991114811520271627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/inner-workings-of-my-mind.html' title='Inner Workings of My Mind.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4EkY5zUyGA/TZo0drTdEAI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JKvcOyfWnw0/s72-c/labels.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-3463962403121869911</id><published>2011-04-04T13:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:15:34.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List of 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><title type='text'>10 Things  - Weekend</title><content type='html'>10 Reasons why I had a good weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got to spend time with my best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I danced my butt off at Denim and Diamonds on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We made mini pazookies Friday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I got rid of a bunch of clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I cleaned my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Conference was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kaylie and I went to Waffle House at 3am with Josiah and Bridgette (our dance friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I drank a Monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I got to dance with Nick lots of times – he’s an amazing dancer – and people were hollerin at us, ya – we’re good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I practiced my basic West Coast step&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-3463962403121869911?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3463962403121869911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=3463962403121869911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3463962403121869911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3463962403121869911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-things-weekend.html' title='10 Things  - Weekend'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8196586261177437171</id><published>2011-04-02T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:40:48.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet Brittany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>21 Things.</title><content type='html'>Since I've recently turned 21 and it's been a good number to me so far... I made a list of 21 things I am into right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Colt Ford &amp;amp; Brantley Gilbert (two of my new favorite artists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Teen Mom 2 (cory and leah - cutest couple of the year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Denim and Diamonds (a place, not the attire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My Dark Hair (I dye it to a level 3 – no one else notices, but it makes me feel pretty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Country Dancing (several times a week) Some Ballroom dancing also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My Boots (Ariat’s of course) and Belt buckles (you shouldn’t leave home without it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Velocity Perfume, it’s my signature scent. (Mary Kay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Not wearing eye shadow (or very much make up at all) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tilly’s solid color v-neck tee’s (mostly the black ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Photography (with my Nikon D3000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Twitter (I’m finally getting the hang of it) Join me @brittlindblom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Goldfield Ghost Town (it’s the new hang out spot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Chick – Fil – A (at least once a week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Putting chocolate candy bars in the freezer (especially dark chocolate reeses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Jason Aldean’s new CD (if it was a record, I would have worn it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Getting ready after work (as opposed to normal people, getting ready before they start the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Going to Butcher Jones beach after midnight! (yes, we enjoy the skunks company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. All things camo (phone background, wedding dresses – camoformal.com- ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Painted Toes (I never go a day with unpainted toes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Country Dancing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8196586261177437171?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8196586261177437171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8196586261177437171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8196586261177437171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8196586261177437171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/21-things.html' title='21 Things.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-2760961836027134873</id><published>2011-04-01T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:55:48.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week&apos;s Worth of Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Week's Worth of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Let me share with you a few things I learned this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Comical:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check pant AND shirt pockets before doing laundry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Or things get messy real quick. Especially on a brand new shirt. When it's not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I make camo look good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - and skinny people don't go hunting. Kaylie and I were shopping for Camo shirts (so, we're slightly redneck, no big deal) and every store we went to... they had nothing smaller than a large! We decided skinny people don't go hunting.&lt;br /&gt;-Underestimating someone's dance skills makes you feel stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Serious:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let relationships go unnurtured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Even if someone lives far away - there's no reason why you can't talk to them as often as you want. That's the beauty of technology these days. My cousin, whom I love with my whole heart - I like talking to her at least once a day. Even though she is busy. My older sister Megan - I never talk to her, but I wish I could. At least every day. There's not reason why I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I relate a lot of things to dance. Wednesday night I was dancing with this guy - who was pretty good, but he danced differently then what I was used to. Finally he stopped me and said, close your eyes and follow me. Just trust me. We danced perfectly after that! It is borderline comical - but serious to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Learn.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-2760961836027134873?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2760961836027134873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=2760961836027134873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2760961836027134873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2760961836027134873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/weeks-worth-of-wisdom.html' title='Week&apos;s Worth of Wisdom'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-4140531513279332840</id><published>2011-04-01T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:56:26.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>Thief-ing Again.</title><content type='html'>I'm a thief. I'm a thief of good ideas. Don't judge me. It happens! Well I love reading &lt;a href="http://kylielovestj.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kylie's blog&lt;/a&gt;. You should too. But she posted this video. I'm stealing it - and posting it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tdylQeg5B9I" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be related to SOOO many things. Mostly just life in general. How&amp;nbsp;often do I feel like this little girl? Quite Often. Sometimes I'm completely all over the place. But - I like stopping and noticing all the small things in my life that make it so wonderful. I am grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is messy &lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of the little things&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of love&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of struggles&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of music&lt;br /&gt;Life is full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life. I love the people in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. &lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... and sorry for the lack of posts lately...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-4140531513279332840?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4140531513279332840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=4140531513279332840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4140531513279332840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4140531513279332840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/04/thief-ing-again.html' title='Thief-ing Again.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tdylQeg5B9I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1856636654884970734</id><published>2011-03-28T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:54:01.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>School is for Fools.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U70ifxcW1ug/TZDHnXXjlXI/AAAAAAAAAUk/i5ijkle2kWE/s1600/asufacebook.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U70ifxcW1ug/TZDHnXXjlXI/AAAAAAAAAUk/i5ijkle2kWE/s640/asufacebook.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was on the home page of the ASU website. Really?? Did someone check this picture out before they posted it for the whole world to see?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: is Facebooking&lt;br /&gt;Students 2 and 3 are texting.&lt;br /&gt;Student 4: is checking Gmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to represent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Study Hard.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1856636654884970734?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1856636654884970734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1856636654884970734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1856636654884970734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1856636654884970734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/03/school-is-for-fools.html' title='School is for Fools.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U70ifxcW1ug/TZDHnXXjlXI/AAAAAAAAAUk/i5ijkle2kWE/s72-c/asufacebook.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-6986601519916512191</id><published>2011-03-27T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:57:26.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Categories, Tag Clouds, Etc</title><content type='html'>I have a question for y'all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you make one of those Taf Clouds, or Category sections - where labels from your post show up in your sidebar... It's probably really easy... but I can't figure out how to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has a good website or tips to help me out... please let me knowww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. &lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-6986601519916512191?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6986601519916512191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=6986601519916512191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6986601519916512191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6986601519916512191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/03/categories-tag-clouds-etc.html' title='Categories, Tag Clouds, Etc'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-1427675200831626513</id><published>2011-03-27T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:47:18.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends'/><title type='text'>Latelyy</title><content type='html'>Wednesday: Kaylie and I went shopping and I got a new belt buckle. I also got a new shirt! (will post pics soon) Then we went to country dancing. Then we went to Denim and Diamonds with Dana and Brandon and John. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Brandon took me to Oregano's. I'd never eaten dinner there - I had only had desert. I got the Alfredo pasts, and Brandon got the Big Rig pasta. Both tasted freakin' awesome. I recommend them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Kaylie and I went to&amp;nbsp; YSA activity. It was really lame. We left and went to Toby Keith's because my dance group was headed out to get their country groove on. After we danced with them a few times - we went out to San Tan Flats - probably the best cowboy hang out place in the valley!! YEEHAW! WE met Billy and megan. Billy and I are Facebook friends and we taught them some new dance moves. They are a fun couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: I slept in till 11. Don't judge me. Then Dana came over. We went on a bike ride. We went from Cory's house to Freestone park and back. Cory lives right across the street&amp;nbsp;from Mesa High. It was probably about 9 miles. The weather was perfect! We saw a rooster and a VW bug fest on our way. We also saw a couple making out in the grass at the park. &lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and took a nap... I slept alot Saturday! Then Dana came over - I showered and we got ready. We hung out with Cory and went to Applebee's. I did some Karoake with Dana and Alex (one of Dana's friends). We did pretty alright. Then we left Cory at Applebee's and went out to San Tan Flats again! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;Kristi was there. It wasn't awkward. Which was good! I asked Billy and Megan to come out. We danced a bit - then they left. Then Dana took me home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you do anything exciting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-1427675200831626513?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1427675200831626513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=1427675200831626513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1427675200831626513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/1427675200831626513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/03/latelyy.html' title='Latelyy'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-6960228738088717657</id><published>2011-03-26T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T15:27:41.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><title type='text'>Twin One &amp; Twin Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nYq38hsDjvE/TY45QofDfcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SD9uQkMjESk/s1600/DSCN3542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nYq38hsDjvE/TY45QofDfcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SD9uQkMjESk/s400/DSCN3542.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;Kaylie and I created these shirts kind of by accident! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6NiULJQrRck/TY46dnGg9NI/AAAAAAAAAUE/le4BAS1jvoc/s1600/DSCN3546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6NiULJQrRck/TY46dnGg9NI/AAAAAAAAAUE/le4BAS1jvoc/s400/DSCN3546.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;No adventure of ours would be complete without Monsters!&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="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a22SRE1phcc/TY5GFeejr4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/krw76Q_JLqs/s1600/DSCN3549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a22SRE1phcc/TY5GFeejr4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/krw76Q_JLqs/s400/DSCN3549.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;This is our back patio! and me spray painting&amp;nbsp;my shirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8JNg3xuL7OY/TY5GvU131zI/AAAAAAAAAUM/UOWRY4jtbEs/s1600/DSCN3556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8JNg3xuL7OY/TY5GvU131zI/AAAAAAAAAUM/UOWRY4jtbEs/s400/DSCN3556.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;The finished Product! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_wVWpQWoyfg/TY5HDk2zYCI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/geNxxY4Fmp4/s1600/DSCN3555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_wVWpQWoyfg/TY5HDk2zYCI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/geNxxY4Fmp4/s400/DSCN3555.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Twin one!&lt;/div&gt;We wore our matching shirts to country dancing. Everyone loved them. We are cute like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-6960228738088717657?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6960228738088717657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=6960228738088717657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6960228738088717657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6960228738088717657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/03/twin-one-twin-two.html' title='Twin One &amp; Twin Two'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-nYq38hsDjvE/TY45QofDfcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/SD9uQkMjESk/s72-c/DSCN3542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-6577797312133681137</id><published>2011-03-24T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:48:23.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments worth Mentioning'/><title type='text'>Gorgeous.</title><content type='html'>I know I'm working on using more pictures - so it's not so boring for you... I know. Sorry! I didn't get any last night, dang it! Next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went out dancing! Just like every Wednesday. Kaylie, Dana and I went to meet up with Brandon and John. John is Brandon's friend from school. We danced here and there - not as much&amp;nbsp;as I was hoping for. Kaylie and I danced together several times&amp;nbsp;- she has mad skills at being 'the guy'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to teach John the two-step. He was catching on pretty well. We messed up a few times - no big deal. He blamed me for not being able to count. Which is completely inaccurate. I can count. Usually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon is&amp;nbsp;the master&amp;nbsp;at half time. Most people don't have enough sense of rhythm to half time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls got down to some hip hop songs... most of which I didn't know... but I tried anyway! I suck at ... dancing to music... without a partner leading me. I'm workin on it alright!? Dana is determined to get my hips to move. It's not natural for me. Whatev. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and John came out with us for some of the hip hop songs. They were hilarious. We had a great time. John is shy, we are working on breaking&amp;nbsp; him out of his comfort zone. Brandon made me ask one of the officers to dance. So I did. He said he would, but they weren't allowed. I figured as much. But it was fun anywayy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later - about... 3 am... Brandon and John were eating Filibertos. It's SO much better after midnight you know. Even though they didn't bring me any! They were mad that nothing was on TV. I don't know what they expect to happen at 3 am when the rest of the world is sleeping, and I am stuffing my face with frozen dark chocolate reeses! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon told me later, "By the way - John says you are goreous". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though John didn't tell me that himself, and I am not interested in John at all... it still made me smile. For a few seconds, I felt gorgeous. I felt good about myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got about&amp;nbsp;4 hours of sleep last night... and as tired as I may be... I love being young and single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Enjoy Life.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-6577797312133681137?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6577797312133681137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=6577797312133681137&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6577797312133681137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/6577797312133681137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/03/gorgeous.html' title='Gorgeous.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-2346968300754728368</id><published>2011-03-23T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:49:40.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends'/><title type='text'>21st Birthdayy!</title><content type='html'>Turning 21 was the best! I had the best birthday yet! Thanks to all those who helped me make it special, it would not have been the same without you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3541.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3541.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started out by coming to work and my mom and several co-workers had decorated my area/desk with pink ballons, ribbon, and streamers!&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; FABULOUS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ate spicy chicken nuggets for lunch. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DELICIOUS!&lt;/span&gt; Then had some dessert left over from a work party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went and got a pedicure with mom! &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ADORABLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3540.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3540.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Old Navy, Terri (co-worker) got me a gift card for my B-Day. I got a super cute blue and lime green knee length cotton dress, and some new board shorts! &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SUMMER HERE I COME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Brandon's and Tracy and Ethan came over! &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;JUST FOR ME!&lt;/span&gt; (not) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan is fun, I taught him how to dance the other night - that kid cracks me up. Tracy is awesome, she keeps him in line for sure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3537.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3537.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3536.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3536.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Applebee's. I wasn't sure how many people were going to come - but I invited some of my close friends. According to Brandon it was a *showing and a half* I was surprised at how many people actually came. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I DO HAVE FRIENDS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are osme pictures from our partyy at Applebee's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Riley. I've known this girl since she was born. I've watched her grow up and I couldn't ask for a better little sisterrr! &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3539.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3539.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and Me! He didn't think this many people would show up... I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing... I have friends, alright!? &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Aren't we cute!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3538.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3538.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dana! We graduated together... never hung out or talked in highschool.&amp;nbsp;We have been hangingg out lately. She rocks. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Love that girl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3535.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3535.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very best friend in the whole world from way back. I've known her since I was in 7th grade. I can't believe we are this &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;old!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3534.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3534.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bestiee Kaylie, Kristina - who I've known since... kindergarten! and Ryan - who I met in my singles ward. I couldn't imagine &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;celebrating&lt;/span&gt; without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3533.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3533.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to say bout this crowd... Ashlee is gorgeous, Paden - is ridiculous. And Wesley, is the best. I met Paden my sophmore year of highschool through a mutual friend, he introduced me to his group of friends - Wesley, Scott, Amber, all them. We have been &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;inseperable&lt;/span&gt; ever since. Wesley is my best guy friend. He made me my Batman Ring... you know the famous one that I never take off. Yup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN3527.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i959.photobucket.com/albums/ae75/blimblombubble/DSCN3527.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;21 was the best birthday everrr!&lt;/span&gt; I can't believe I am this old! I think my next milestone birthday will be 30... yikes!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels fantastic to be 21. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Katie once said... &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You should wait till you are 21 to have children... I mean if you can't drink responsibly can you really raise a child responsibly?"&lt;/span&gt; Love you cousin. Wish you could've been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for all the friends I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. Drink Responsibly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-2346968300754728368?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2346968300754728368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=2346968300754728368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2346968300754728368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/2346968300754728368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/03/21st-birthdayy.html' title='21st Birthdayy!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-4793239105687611498</id><published>2011-03-22T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:05:50.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Good Morning Birthday Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm finally 21!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm super excited and I know today is going to rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;When I got to work this morning this is what I saw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-p9-1EBnNZ54/TYjIeKa9WHI/AAAAAAAAATg/leJcE1kdD8E/s1600/Birthday%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-p9-1EBnNZ54/TYjIeKa9WHI/AAAAAAAAATg/leJcE1kdD8E/s320/Birthday%2521.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A few people at work decorated my area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-4793239105687611498?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4793239105687611498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=4793239105687611498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4793239105687611498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/4793239105687611498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-morning-birthday-girl.html' title='Good Morning Birthday Girl!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-p9-1EBnNZ54/TYjIeKa9WHI/AAAAAAAAATg/leJcE1kdD8E/s72-c/Birthday%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-3295137002607685724</id><published>2011-03-21T19:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:29:00.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><title type='text'>Spring = Fabulous!</title><content type='html'>March 21st to May 2nd. 6 weeks. Here are my spring goals. Spring is a breath of fresh air, and a good time to kick my butt in gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read my scriptures everyday&lt;br /&gt;2. Lose 15 pounds. (I'm determined to look good in my swim suit)&lt;br /&gt;3. Pay off my hospital bills, stupid kidney stones.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to the gym at least 3 times a week&lt;br /&gt;5. Keep my room clean, no more cnacerous mound of clothes by my bed.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to bed earlier, and get up earlier. &lt;br /&gt;7. Be a better friend&lt;br /&gt;8. Work on my tan!&lt;br /&gt;9. Pursue my passion - photography. I need more pictures. &lt;br /&gt;10. Have a happy attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-3295137002607685724?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3295137002607685724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=3295137002607685724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3295137002607685724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3295137002607685724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-fabulous.html' title='Spring = Fabulous!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-3353407484354505197</id><published>2011-03-21T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:11:28.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes I Vent'/><title type='text'>Stuck.</title><content type='html'>I feel stuck. This might be results of my own doing. But I need a change of scenery. I need friends. Ones who share the same values as I do. Ones who can uplift me and help me reach my goals. I feel like I don't know where my life is going. I mean, no one does I guess. But I feel stuck. I feel in limbo all the time. Maybe I need to go back to school. Maybe I need to get out of here. We are moving at the end of April. I hope. I hope a new ward will help. I need to meet new people, and experience new things. I've lived in the same place my whole life. I'm not complaining about that, but I want to go someplace new. I need a breath of fresh air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could rearrange my room. It always helps. But, mine and Kaylie's room doesn't really allow for much change. I guess I will go through all my stuff - and throw crap away. I did this a few months ago. It helpes. I threw all of Scott's letters away. It was refreshing. Even though it's minor... still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate losing friends. Wether they get married, or you end a friendship on bad terms, it sucks. Sometimes I'm at fault in these situations. Other times, you just grow apart. Life is always changing. Which is a good thing. I'm a picture person. I have thousands of pictures, literally. Over 13,000 on my computer and at least a couple thousand printed in boxes. Sometimes I look back at them... and I miss them. I miss my old friends and all the things we experienced together. I miss the close-ness we had. But life moves on. People change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the gospel in my life. Even though I'm not always good at showing it. I would be lost without it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the people who are always there for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live. Laugh. Love. &lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-3353407484354505197?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3353407484354505197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=3353407484354505197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3353407484354505197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/3353407484354505197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/03/stuck.html' title='Stuck.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-8347025521212943391</id><published>2011-03-18T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:34:16.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>When I woke up on the 17th... I didn't even think to put on green. THis may be because the only green shirt I have is the kind that hurts your eyes if you look at for very long. That's not a very professional-like shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wore the usual. Pink and black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the attorney's I work with came down and pinched me. And helped me be more festive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kaoLsUdliDc/TYOXX6Yk03I/AAAAAAAAATc/qAMmFKlP0WU/s1600/stpatricks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kaoLsUdliDc/TYOXX6Yk03I/AAAAAAAAATc/qAMmFKlP0WU/s320/stpatricks.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My roomates and I even went as far as buying matching St. Patricks Day shirts... did we wear them... nope. &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;Happy St. Patty's Day.&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;Live. 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Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-8347025521212943391?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8347025521212943391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=8347025521212943391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8347025521212943391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/8347025521212943391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kaoLsUdliDc/TYOXX6Yk03I/AAAAAAAAATc/qAMmFKlP0WU/s72-c/stpatricks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276476968662122989.post-203810719647134921</id><published>2011-03-16T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T09:38:17.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>30 Day Picture Challenge: Day 4</title><content type='html'>I know I know, I missed a day again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4: A picture of my night - I did think about this las tnight as I was cruising around with my 2 friends. I thought... H'm my blog is going to want a picture... but I didn't do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night Brandon came and got Kaylie and me and we went to Wendy's - then to his house. While he was driving... I definately has my leg out the window. It felt fantastic.&amp;nbsp;We watched Teen mom and That 70's show and the hills. My&amp;nbsp;three favorite TV shows! We ate our Wendy's and then had some frozen dark chocolate reese's! MMM Delicious!! Kaylie almost died. She is super sick. I am halfway sick... trying not to get super sick. I was worried about her. She kept having coughing attacks. No good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess an appropriate picture of my night&amp;nbsp;- because I can't go back in time to take a candid one would be this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8gTjzfl25Ok/TYDj3MWefCI/AAAAAAAAATY/fWm_O_m8Au4/s1600/teen+mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8gTjzfl25Ok/TYDj3MWefCI/AAAAAAAAATY/fWm_O_m8Au4/s1600/teen+mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Live. Laugh. Love.&lt;br /&gt;BML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276476968662122989-203810719647134921?l=1tinybrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/feeds/203810719647134921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=276476968662122989&amp;postID=203810719647134921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/203810719647134921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276476968662122989/posts/default/203810719647134921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1tinybrat.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-day-picture-challenge-day-4.html' title='30 Day Picture Challenge: Day 4'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14489906190727545386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4StrSNfqpk/TKusZq_wgEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pHrz4e2Y8fg/S220/24692_1402448270925_1523904017_30994608_3958219_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8gTjzfl25Ok/TYDj3MWefCI/AAAAAAAAATY/fWm_O_m8Au4/s72-c/teen+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
