<?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-4379526483199835682</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:07:27.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clark Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-8122734170356141308</id><published>2010-09-08T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:51:52.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year with no posts &amp; Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>Sooo, since it was my one year anniversary since doing my last post, and since I mainly use my blog to read and stalk other people's blogs :), I figured what the heck, I'll do a post since I just got back from a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every August we go to Las Vegas and meet my sister &amp;amp; brother in law. They live in Utah so its about half way for both of us. We always have such a blast and when we leave I already can't wait until the next year. This year was no different. We did lots of fun stuff and I miss them already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first show we saw was The Mentalist. The Mentalist is on TV on Thursday nights and he did some pretty amazing things. Both Me and Myrna were chosen to help out on stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514777250983636098" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIhssPRI7II/AAAAAAAAAPE/ChvIiSLuLOU/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+047.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514776290251846754" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIhr0UQ1NGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/WLkzgKGvtKk/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+051.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514779301939220978" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIhujnrDkfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KKvqi0jZIOI/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+043.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to do some things that I knew Brandon would love since he always has to put up with the shopping that us girls love. My friend had told me about a place called The Gun Store. Its a shooting range with all kinds of cool guns, some like the military use. Brandon chose the "Iraqi Pack" Shooting machine guns and a hand gun. He was in heaven! Myrna and I also shot. It was lots of fun. At the beginning you get to pick a couple target posters, sad to say that I shot the hostage on my target poster...whoops :) &lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514783418244017506" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIhyTOGmLWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LAEO4s6_60g/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+005.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514789528277722418" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIh323wJpTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DCGVJcB032s/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+035.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514791611423882818" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIh5wIE5fkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6__ttJdXAQk/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+039.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514787994150389970" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIh2dkrsSNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UHXTprhh14U/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+014.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 299px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 401px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514792866644394242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIh65MIygQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4z6T7bZI4Y8/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+024.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514795134115035346" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIh89LH6uNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zDE2eHRpcRk/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+040.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;As you can tell from the smile on Brandon's face.....he had the BEST time!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I knew Brandon would enjoy was The Shark Reef Aquarium at Mandalay Bay. He loves watching animal planet and shark week, etc. Stuff I think gets quite boring, but he loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514798073969243682" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIh_oS7x9iI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DZxbVBXpX48/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+075.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514799513327147842" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIiA8E9cm0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/p1ASLlV8i8I/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+087.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see The Donny &amp;amp; Marie Show. Yeah, go ahead and laugh if you want to...lol, I was a little skeptical myself at first when we decided to buy the tickets. But we all loved it and thought it was GREAT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514801580297615826" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIiC0ZBm-dI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_chEHgjrw34/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+091.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514804755215384530" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIiFtMg_f9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/OUT1On1pR2g/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+098.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514806231573815586" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIiHDIYRYSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FJozDpLe6hI/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+090.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;We have such a fun time the days just fly by so quick! But it was another year of good times and fun memories!!!&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514810667311979826" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIiLFUyqXTI/AAAAAAAAARE/pH2GyB4WQFI/s400/Vegas+Aug+2010+056.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-8122734170356141308?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/8122734170356141308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=8122734170356141308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/8122734170356141308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/8122734170356141308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-year-with-no-posts-las-vegas.html' title='One year with no posts &amp; Las Vegas'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/TIhssPRI7II/AAAAAAAAAPE/ChvIiSLuLOU/s72-c/Vegas+Aug+2010+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-6054272886544405443</id><published>2009-09-08T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:23:27.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>This Labor Day Weekend we were able to get out of town and go up to my parents cabin in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pinetop&lt;/span&gt;-Lakeside. The weather was nice, and we were able to relax and spend time with our family and friends. We all had a fun time together, laughing, playing games, riding, and visiting. Here are some pictures of the good time we had. (sorry for the picture overload) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbPFM0iWWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PzUUpg51HQg/s1600-h/IMG_2379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379214493188512098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbPFM0iWWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PzUUpg51HQg/s400/IMG_2379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is all the kids that were there. 10 kids together can be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbNn0qsXgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rEycWPGpqME/s1600-h/IMG_2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379212888976940546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbNn0qsXgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rEycWPGpqME/s400/IMG_2381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Tara and my mom working in the kitchen. We had lots and lots of yummy food while we were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbNMVdiXnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5tFC3ddKFrE/s1600-h/IMG_2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379212416743792242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbNMVdiXnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5tFC3ddKFrE/s400/IMG_2316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this picture is a little blurry, but here is my crazy husband &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dancin'&lt;/span&gt; it up for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbMyunuOEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/itDFTz3paPU/s1600-h/IMG_2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379211976820799554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbMyunuOEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/itDFTz3paPU/s400/IMG_2353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the night we spent doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt;. It was very loud, funny, and had a lot of off tune singers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbMTeFq9KI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JmFX5ukIhnk/s1600-h/IMG_2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379211439807067298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbMTeFq9KI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JmFX5ukIhnk/s400/IMG_2344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun times for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbLogPgBAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2hN_GSD_-_s/s1600-h/IMG_2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379210701650789378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbLogPgBAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2hN_GSD_-_s/s400/IMG_2335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad sleeping through all the loud music and singing! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbLLFRBBEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NGKVJGDRs38/s1600-h/IMG_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379210196193182786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbLLFRBBEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NGKVJGDRs38/s400/IMG_2342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shayla, Sydney, Jake, &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clayton&lt;/span&gt; enjoying a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' game of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UNO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbKw674nqI/AAAAAAAAANw/lU087Ike6Pw/s1600-h/IMG_2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379209746743598754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbKw674nqI/AAAAAAAAANw/lU087Ike6Pw/s400/IMG_2347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melissa working away on her blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbKXU6oVdI/AAAAAAAAANo/XyyYYVNAR0c/s1600-h/IMG_2419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379209307041060306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbKXU6oVdI/AAAAAAAAANo/XyyYYVNAR0c/s400/IMG_2419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guitar Hero was a big hit too. All I can say is it wasn't ever very quiet around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbJ4Tz6stI/AAAAAAAAANg/F4ADCEl1HC8/s1600-h/IMG_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379208774168523474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbJ4Tz6stI/AAAAAAAAANg/F4ADCEl1HC8/s400/IMG_2349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brandon, Me &amp;amp; Clayton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbJY0R246I/AAAAAAAAANY/A7KE4gOpTD8/s1600-h/IMG_2407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379208233128223650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbJY0R246I/AAAAAAAAANY/A7KE4gOpTD8/s400/IMG_2407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kelsie&lt;/span&gt; riding on a quad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbIsTRreyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-pVBSf4pLDU/s1600-h/IMG_2452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379207468354861858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbIsTRreyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-pVBSf4pLDU/s400/IMG_2452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been years since I rode, so I had to ride and see if I still remembered how!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbIFOs1WPI/AAAAAAAAANI/xo4pPi4g-XM/s1600-h/IMG_2414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379206797111679218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbIFOs1WPI/AAAAAAAAANI/xo4pPi4g-XM/s400/IMG_2414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then of course here is Clayton, my little dare devil, having the time of his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbHgCuteaI/AAAAAAAAANA/sR4DsZn8xys/s1600-h/IMG_2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379206158243166626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbHgCuteaI/AAAAAAAAANA/sR4DsZn8xys/s400/IMG_2442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clayton&lt;/span&gt; loves to ride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbHfh9HFoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BvfmZFhdm30/s1600-h/IMG_2479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379206149445195394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbHfh9HFoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BvfmZFhdm30/s400/IMG_2479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great weekend and enjoyed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; company and the outdoors! The kids already want to know when we will be going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-6054272886544405443?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/6054272886544405443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=6054272886544405443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/6054272886544405443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/6054272886544405443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SqbPFM0iWWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PzUUpg51HQg/s72-c/IMG_2379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-5040514494920523456</id><published>2009-09-01T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:10:08.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Summer!</title><content type='html'>Today is the 1st day of September, and yesterday when I was out I couldn't help but notice all the fall decorations. And although I am a huge fan of summer, I love the fall season! Now I wouldn't mind skipping winter and going right to spring....cause I really hate the cold, but I know that isn't possible. So even though it is still a little toasty outside, I think I am ready to say "bye bye" to summer and "hello" to fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I thought I better can some strawberry jam before the strawberries are out of season. It is great on homemade bread or rolls!! yum yum! It does take some time, but it is worth the effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/Sp2dsKAmPgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/d43rfOS31lY/s1600-h/CIMG8764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376626912076905986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/Sp2dsKAmPgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/d43rfOS31lY/s400/CIMG8764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/Sp2dNYadD4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/z8qbl6lcEVM/s1600-h/CIMG8767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376626383367507842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/Sp2dNYadD4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/z8qbl6lcEVM/s400/CIMG8767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little baby jars are so cute, and they make great gifts too! I have someone who always request for their birthday some of my rolls and jam. So to have it on hand makes it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/Sp2cuT7DMFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/J267S5uWXr4/s1600-h/CIMG8769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376625849586102354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/Sp2cuT7DMFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/J267S5uWXr4/s400/CIMG8769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now i can't wait for pumpkin cookies, pumpkin pie, soups, and best of all.... the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-5040514494920523456?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/5040514494920523456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=5040514494920523456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/5040514494920523456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/5040514494920523456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2009/09/bye-bye-summer.html' title='Bye Bye Summer!'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/Sp2dsKAmPgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/d43rfOS31lY/s72-c/CIMG8764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-3236136687064048236</id><published>2009-08-07T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:52:51.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it's only been about 8 months......but believe it or not I'm going to blog!! No pressure or nothing from a few people....ahem! But since we just got home from a trip guess its a perfect time to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just got back from Vegas. Every August for the past several years we go there. We meet my brother and sister in law. Both her and my birthdays are in August and we live in Arizona and they live in Utah.....so Vegas is right in between. We always have so much fun!! I look forward to it every year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367377661651108578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SnzBi7IUwuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nPg9sC2Dvvk/s400/DSCN0365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brandon &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367390100263236466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SnzM28kjc3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/bVSm_TX8guI/s400/DSCN0389.JPG" /&gt;Dustin &amp;amp; Myrna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367392802228284578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SnzPUOLOLKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KF0Nixtf4uE/s400/DSCN0370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brandon providing us some entertainment in our hotel room. With those earphones on he was sooo loud! I thought for sure people were going to start banging on the walls in the room next to us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367392790467798498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SnzPTiXTZeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DtXoOdUN6Yg/s400/DSCN0374.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Myrna in shock from the performance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367392810470872434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SnzPUs4aFXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ehyhSzg56LE/s400/DSCN0371.JPG" /&gt;We had adjoining rooms, and every night we would stay up late and play card games. We went to a few shows, and of course ate alot!! Shopped and walked up and down the strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367398633808907330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SnzUnqgYzEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hnTBSTr-C8Y/s400/DSCN0409.JPG" /&gt;Myrna &amp;amp; Me on the strip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367400367294890706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SnzWMkPpwtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k2jzmfzynMk/s400/DSCN0414.JPG" /&gt;Eating at Toby Keith's I Love This Bar &amp;amp; Grill Restaurant. Myrna loves him.....so she was thrilled!! And she was able to go in the Toby Keith store and buy some souvenirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only bad thing about the trip is that is went WAY to fast!!! 4 days just flew by! But we had a blast, and can't wait until next year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-3236136687064048236?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/3236136687064048236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=3236136687064048236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/3236136687064048236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/3236136687064048236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2009/08/las-vegas.html' title='Las Vegas'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SnzBi7IUwuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nPg9sC2Dvvk/s72-c/DSCN0365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-9172163193835177271</id><published>2009-01-21T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:42:52.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SXflx8zOkaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/S4zksy8f0Hw/s1600-h/DSCN0315%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293952533294649762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SXflx8zOkaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/S4zksy8f0Hw/s400/DSCN0315%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drivers BEWARE!!!  Today Kelsie got her driver's permit!  She has been studying hard and was nervous when she went in to take the test.  When she came out she had a sad look on her face and shook her head no to Clayton.  So Clayton turned to me and says, "oh brother mom, she failed!"  So after we thought she did not pass, she got a big smile, started laughing, did a little jump, and said "just kidding!  I passed!!"  So she has already started bugging me like crazy wanting to practice driving.  So here we go again....kid number 2 driving.  Only one more to go!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-9172163193835177271?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/9172163193835177271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=9172163193835177271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/9172163193835177271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/9172163193835177271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2009/01/beware.html' title='BEWARE!!'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SXflx8zOkaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/S4zksy8f0Hw/s72-c/DSCN0315%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-8560727244495746989</id><published>2009-01-02T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:25:23.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Traditions</title><content type='html'>As all the Christmas decorations are put away and the holidays have seem to have flown by once again, I think of all the wonderful traditions that we look forward to each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*First and foremost is spending so much time with our family and friends! Parties and get togethers are so much fun and getting to see those that we don't get to see as often as we would like to.  Here is a picture of my family with my Mom, Dad, my family, my brother Randy and his family, and my sister Tara and her family.  This was taken at our annual party at Aunt Connie's house that is with all of our extended family on my mom's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286772477209885362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SV5jjrhoOrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/a9uJniVbw40/s400/DSCN0303%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;     *The annual Mabry Family "Adult" party.  You have to be 18 and older to attend this one!  Dinner is always brought in and we play the present game.  Always fun with lots of laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;     *Receiving a copy of the "Mabry Messenger". The messenger is family newsletters complied together in a book.  Here is a picture of this years copy which is the 27th annual year.  And yes, I still  have every messenger I have received since I married into the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SV5dwnzKaAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6t14AWdqMqc/s1600-h/IMG_2132%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286766102478219266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SV5dwnzKaAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6t14AWdqMqc/s400/IMG_2132%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      *The annual Mabry Family Christmas Eve dinner.  Which is always held at a church because the family is too big!  The Christmas play put on by all the kids in the family with the costumes that Grandma Mabry has made and scenery that has been painted and made by other family members.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     *Christmas Eve at The Costley's home.  We go there after the Mabry dinner.  At the Costley's there is always lots of friends and some family.  We have lots of yummy soups in bread bowls, play the present game, and eat tons of desserts.  After this we are ready to explode!!!  Considering we hit 2 dinners in a row!  I always save room at the first dinner and caution my kids to do the same! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     *Eating Christmas breakfast all together.  Something that sadly does not happen enough during the rest of the year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     *Christmas Day dinner at my Uncle Danny &amp;amp; Aunt Shellie's house with all the Aunts, Uncles, &amp;amp; cousins on my mom's side of the family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     *Getting a plate of Grandma Naegle's fudge!!  Yummy! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     *Getting Brandon's mom's annual Christmas gift....A calender with tons of pictures of all the family and documenting all the birthdays, anniversaries, etc.  Brandon comes from a family with 12 kids....so yeah, its hard to remember and keep track of everything! :)  So this is something we look forward to getting and hanging up each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know there are probably lots of other things that I am leaving out, but I know how blessed we are to be apart of such wonderful families that have these traditions along with our own that our family has created.  I'm kind of sad that it is over already, but that is the great thing about traditions....you always have next year to look forward to them!  I hope that everyone was blessed with a wonderful holiday season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-8560727244495746989?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/8560727244495746989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=8560727244495746989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/8560727244495746989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/8560727244495746989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-traditions.html' title='Holiday Traditions'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SV5jjrhoOrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/a9uJniVbw40/s72-c/DSCN0303%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-8875119950945116648</id><published>2008-12-17T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:06:31.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you get a chance will you "please" update your blog!</title><content type='html'>I have been told several times now that I seriously need to update my blog.  It just seems that I have been in a "slump" as you would say... lately.  The days keep flyin' by and I just wasn't feeling the Christmas spirit as I normally do.  I love this time of year but it just wasn't feeling the same as it normally does.  So try to get festive...pull out the lights...Brandon gets them put up on the house...some of them decide to go out.  Take them all down.  Put up the Christmas tree....some lights decide they aren't going to work this year too.  Start to get frustrated...so they decide they will flick on and start to work before I throw them out too!  Christmas shopping...usually way ahead of the game by now, but just starting to get in the swing of things.  Love to bake and take treats to everyone.....haven't baked a thing this year.  Christmas cards...lets see...just mailed them out today and it is what...the 17th?  Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT....I am definitely feeling the Christmas spirit now!  We took the kids to see the lights at the Temple,  I'm getting lots of Christmas cards in the mail...which I LOVE to look at, and starting on Friday we have parties or get togethers every night until Christmas which I am so looking forward to because that means we will be with our family or friends every night!  Yes, I do love the Christmas season....it just took me a little while to get that jump start I needed!!  I hope everyone is enjoying their holiday season.  As they say, "It's the most wonderful time of the year!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-8875119950945116648?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/8875119950945116648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=8875119950945116648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/8875119950945116648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/8875119950945116648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-you-get-chance-will-you-please.html' title='When you get a chance will you &quot;please&quot; update your blog!'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-5382139543867080475</id><published>2008-11-21T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:50:49.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patterson Elementary School Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SScjNwXSzFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GgGuPDSDIjE/s1600-h/DSCN0281%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271220608088329298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SScjNwXSzFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GgGuPDSDIjE/s400/DSCN0281%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was Patterson's school picnic. They have this every year in November, where you bring your child lunch and eat with them. We have done this so many times, since all of our kids have attended Patterson but what makes today so different is that it was our last. Clayton is in 6th grade now and will be going to junior high next year. I still remember dropping him off at Patterson for his first day of kindergarten. How does the time go by so fast!&lt;br /&gt;I feel..................old!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-5382139543867080475?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/5382139543867080475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=5382139543867080475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/5382139543867080475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/5382139543867080475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/11/patterson-elementary-school-picnic.html' title='Patterson Elementary School Picnic'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SScjNwXSzFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GgGuPDSDIjE/s72-c/DSCN0281%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-5313370733621596870</id><published>2008-11-03T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:49:27.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Goof up!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQ838oBK0zI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yGtkddVsqmQ/s1600-h/Tammie+610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264488004093399858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQ838oBK0zI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yGtkddVsqmQ/s400/Tammie+610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, we were not on The Price is Right today. :(  When we were at the taping they told us November 3rd, the paper work says November 3rd, but guess what it was not November 3rd!!! Everyone was here for my sister-in-law's party all sitting around when it started and when the contestants started coming down we were like, oh no! these are not the people on our show! Can you believe it! We found out that what they did is flip flopped the episodes. The 3:00pm taping came on today and we were the 1:00pm taping, which we we are NOW told it will be on tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately everyone can't come back tomorrow.  Some people even took off work.  So tomorrow we will have another party..... just a lot smaller! :)  BUMMER!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-5313370733621596870?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/5313370733621596870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=5313370733621596870' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/5313370733621596870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/5313370733621596870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-goof-up.html' title='Big Goof up!!!'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQ838oBK0zI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/yGtkddVsqmQ/s72-c/Tammie+610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-3866517819219943733</id><published>2008-11-02T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:38:16.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price is Right!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQ4RRFz7HsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/00acSkp463k/s1600-h/Season37HD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264163999758098114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQ4RRFz7HsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/00acSkp463k/s400/Season37HD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; On September 8, 2008 while on a girl's trip to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;California we went to The Price is Right game show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There were 8 of us and we had ordered our tickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;many months in advance, but that does not guarantee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you a seat. We had to get in line outside the CBS studios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at 4:00am and wait with our tickets to see if we would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;able to get in. After many hours in line we got a seat number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and the official "name tag" and we were set to get in! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They search your bags and take away your phones, cameras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and any electronics you may have, and then send you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a metal detector. So we were not able to take any pictures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;while we were inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had shirts made, they were black and white and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the front they said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Arizona girls are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"HOT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for Drew!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During the show my sister-in-law, Myrna Clark was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chosen to be a contestant. We were sooo excited!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She actually made it on stage and she wins big!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;$34,000 in prizes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264170609048856402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQ4XRzVop1I/AAAAAAAAAII/ZOBSNNeNVlQ/s400/116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here we are after the show.  The sign she is holding is what they hold up while in the show when they call out who the next contestant will be.  This is because it is SOOO loud in there that you may not hear when they call you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well the time has finally arrived the show will air tomorrow!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;November 3rd&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;@ 9:00am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;on channel 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We will get to see how silly we all look on TV, because of course at the end we are all on stage jumping up and down!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Myrna lives in Utah (the only one who is actually not a "Arizona Girl") she is having a Price is Right party so I have flown to Utah to be there to watch and re-live all the fun!!:) Yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can't wait till tomorrow morning!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-3866517819219943733?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/3866517819219943733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=3866517819219943733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/3866517819219943733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/3866517819219943733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/11/price-is-right.html' title='The Price is Right!!!!'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQ4RRFz7HsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/00acSkp463k/s72-c/Season37HD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-5648088972492055452</id><published>2008-10-31T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:13:21.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Am I doing the right things?"</title><content type='html'>Have you ever asked yourself the question, "Am I doing the right things?" Well I know I do ALL the time! Having teenage kids can sometimes be a trial and especially when you feel like you are always the "mean" or "bad" parent. We have had to deal with this a lot lately because it seems like there are so many parents now that just don't care what their kids are doing or if they even come home at night!! I know it may sound crazy to a lot of us but I deal with it ALL the time because we will not let our kids do the same things. Our kids get teased that their "mommy" is calling checking on them all the time, or they have to actually come home at night and not just get to stay wherever, they might even have to be home at 10:30!!! Imagine that! Well I received this email today that I would like to share and it just reassured me that I am doing the things that I should be and hopefully it will help my kids even though they may not think so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mean Moms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someday when my children are old enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;understand the logic that motivates a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;parent, I will tell them, as my Mean ole Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;told me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I loved you enough....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to ask where you were going, with whom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and what time you would be home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I loved you enough to be silent and let you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;discover that your new best friend was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;creep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I loved you enough to stand over you for two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hours while you cleaned your room, a job that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;should have taken 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I loved you enough to let you see anger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;disappointment, and tears in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Children must learn that their parents aren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I loved you enough to let you assume the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;responsibility for your actions even when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;penalties were so harsh they almost broke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But most of all, I loved you enough...to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO when I knew you would hate me for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those were the most difficult battles of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;glad I won them, because in the end you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;won, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And someday when your children are old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enough to understand the logic that motivates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;parents, you will tell them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was your mom mean? I know mine was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had the meanest mother in the whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mother insisted on knowing where we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;times. You'd think we were convicts in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prison. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had to know who our friends were, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;doing with them. She insisted that if we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;said we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would be gone for a hour, we would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gone for an hour or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were ashamed to admit it, but she had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the nerve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to break the Child Labor Laws by making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;us work. We had to wash the dishes, make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the beds, learn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the trash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;awake at night thinking of more things for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;us to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She always insisted on us telling the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we were teenagers, she could read our minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really tough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when they drove up. They had to come up to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so she could meet them. While everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;date when they were 12 or 13, we had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wait until we were 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because of our mother we missed out on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lots of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;things other kids experienced. None of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;property or ever arrested for any crime. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was all her fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that we have left home, we are all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;educated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;honest adults. We are doing our best to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;parents just like Mom was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think that is what's wrong with the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It just doesn't have enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mean Moms&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;author unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.....because I love my kids I will keep being the "mean" or "bad" mom!! :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/4379526483199835682-5648088972492055452?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/5648088972492055452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=5648088972492055452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/5648088972492055452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/5648088972492055452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-doing-right-things.html' title='&quot;Am I doing the right things?&quot;'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-1620813780540078405</id><published>2008-10-22T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:50:26.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to promptings</title><content type='html'>This morning I am reflecting on things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. Brandon was supposed to meet a friend at 7:00am to work on a truck for him. Well he didn't show so Brandon just went ahead and went to work. After some time passed he kept having a strong feeling that he needed to go over to his house. Well he listened and left work. When he got there his truck was in the driveway but he got no answer. So again he felt like something was wrong and he needed to get inside. (Me, I would have just left) He got inside and found his friend in the bathroom passed out and bleeding all over from a hitting his head. He was rushed to the hospital and after many test were done we have found out that he has a brain tumor. Brandon stayed at the hospital all day with him and then went with him to Phoenix when he was transferred to another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; that will be able to help him more with his condition. He is supposed to have surgery to have it removed and we are very worried about the outcome. But who knows what would have happened it Brandon had not followed the feelings and promptings he was having. I know that sometimes I second guess myself when I feel promptings, and I need to remember that the spirit guiding us is a gift. I'm so grateful that Brandon knew what he needed to do and never second guessed himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-1620813780540078405?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/1620813780540078405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=1620813780540078405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/1620813780540078405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/1620813780540078405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/10/listening-to-promtings.html' title='Listening to promptings'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-296630594364511186</id><published>2008-10-08T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:55:55.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A true friend is one who walks in, when the rest of the world walks out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Author unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SO0XQHdm-gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Tge0t7hUjyc/s1600-h/IMG_3735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254881905859820034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SO0XQHdm-gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Tge0t7hUjyc/s320/IMG_3735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my friend Melissa. We have been friends since we were little girls. We met when our moms became friends and we were in the same ward together. We enjoy doing a lot of the same things, so we do a lot of projects together. It makes it more fun that way! I always know that I can count on her if I ever need anything or if I need to vent to someone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Wednesday we meet for lunch. We always plan our schedules around it and unless there is something that totally cannot be changed we are always there. Our favorite place to eat is El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charro&lt;/span&gt;, which is a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; in downtown Mesa that has been there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254885933302532306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SO0a6i2xyNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sOfMSjRJTBc/s320/DSCN0239%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We look forward to being able to visit and eat good food! What more could you ask for.....=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-296630594364511186?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/296630594364511186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=296630594364511186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/296630594364511186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/296630594364511186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends.html' title='Friends........'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SO0XQHdm-gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Tge0t7hUjyc/s72-c/IMG_3735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-556075879886827336</id><published>2008-10-05T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:34:31.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preston goes to homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253752365138091314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOkT8MXsnTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oaDfFr60Vps/s320/IMG_1590%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;Last night was Desert Ridge High School's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;homecoming dance. Preston's date was his &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girlfriend, Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253753190621297906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOkUsPiOvPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-rUYm7YIBZk/s320/IMG_1592%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the group of kids that they went with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They all went to dinner at the Macaroni Grill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stapley&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Baseline before the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253752371010554786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOkT8iPzS6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ddubiZo0zNM/s320/IMG_1591%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;Preston looked so handsome!  He wore a black shirt and black pants with a gold tie to match Hannah's dress.  He said they had a really fun time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Man, kids grow up so fast! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/4379526483199835682-556075879886827336?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/556075879886827336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=556075879886827336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/556075879886827336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/556075879886827336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/10/preston-goes-to-homecoming_05.html' title='Preston goes to homecoming'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOkT8MXsnTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/oaDfFr60Vps/s72-c/IMG_1590%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-5018202724976771200</id><published>2008-10-03T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:03:34.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="[tag[1].jpg]" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYVgI-xDiEk/SOaMC7mNdEI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1tU9Fj4UIBM/s1600/tag%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to my friend Loree!  Ok here it goes.....let me see what 7 things I can think of!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. I hate hamburgers! Haven't ate a hamburger since I was a little kid and my mom gave them to me. Don't eat ANYTHING with hamburger in it, spaghetti, chili, sloppy joe's, tacos, casseroles, yeah, yeah, you get the picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. I go out to lunch everyday during the week and sometimes on Saturdays. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, going out to lunch! I meet either my husband or friends. Call me sometime :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. I sleep with my TV on all night long. I love to watch TRU tv (formally called court tv). I love forensics and investigation shows. Thankfully it doesn't bother my husband that the tv is on, he can sleep through anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. I am a ice fanatic! I eat cups and cups of Sonic ice all day long!! I know it sounds weird but I actually crave it. I used to go to the gas station or Sonic like 5 times a day to get a drink so I could eat all the ice out of it, but now that sonic sells bags of ice I just go and buy bags of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. I was not born in the United States. I was born in Panama. Like as in the Panama Canal. I keep saying that one day I'm going to take a trip there to see what it is like since I was a baby when we left there and I don't remember a thing about it. Of course except what my mom tells me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. I LOVE and I mean LOVE, Disneyland!! Whenever I plan a trip to go there I always tell my husband that the kids are only young for so long and we need to go. His response is always, yeah right, I think you love it more than the kids do! He's probably right :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Ok finally, last one. I like to read. I like to go outside, read a book, and eat ice. I sit on my porch because I HATE being cold and I like the warmth outside. I finally had to start going to the library to check out books because it was getting too expensive buying books all the time plus my bookcases are out of room. So the library works out good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah! I'm done!! I choose to tag....Tara, Erica, Monica, Mandy, Melissa, Ginger, &amp;amp; Colette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have Fun!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-5018202724976771200?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/5018202724976771200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=5018202724976771200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/5018202724976771200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/5018202724976771200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYVgI-xDiEk/SOaMC7mNdEI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1tU9Fj4UIBM/s72-c/tag%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-1759543284736355674</id><published>2008-10-03T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:13:57.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunko Pajama Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I play in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bunko&lt;/span&gt; group with 12 women.  So once a year it is your turn to host &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bunko&lt;/span&gt; at your house.  I decided I wanted to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; party and have everyone come in their pajamas.  I made dinner and had everyone bring a kitchen gift to exchange.  So we ate, played, laughed, and even all got to go home with a gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOZC0bPtliI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DyB37HMS3U8/s1600-h/IMG_1568%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959483808552482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOZC0bPtliI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DyB37HMS3U8/s320/IMG_1568%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, we had lots of fun!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOZC0lKmj5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/nxqOn1nc2TQ/s1600-h/IMG_1583%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959486471475090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOZC0lKmj5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/nxqOn1nc2TQ/s320/IMG_1583%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-1759543284736355674?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/1759543284736355674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=1759543284736355674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/1759543284736355674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/1759543284736355674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/10/bunko-pajama-party.html' title='Bunko Pajama Party!'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOZC0bPtliI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DyB37HMS3U8/s72-c/IMG_1568%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-733698925027030653</id><published>2008-10-02T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:57:00.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother/Daughter Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUG9ct1dgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5ri10Yh2B10/s1600-h/IMG_1545%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252612193147778562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUG9ct1dgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5ri10Yh2B10/s320/IMG_1545%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the mother/daughter activity that I have been working on like crazy! Everything turned out great!! I think everyone had a really nice time. I received a lot of nice compliments and was told by many of what a fun evening they had. This was the table with most of the leaders wedding pictures. The girls had a great time laughing and looking at all of us many years ago when we got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUG9lz4YII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jHBQ-6-8KPI/s1600-h/IMG_1539%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252612195589054594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUG9lz4YII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jHBQ-6-8KPI/s320/IMG_1539%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Loree who was our guest speaker last night. She did a amazing job!! The things she told the girls were just what they needed to hear and then with her personality added in it was a great talk!! I'm so grateful to her for all her preparation and for spending her evening with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUG9-15qHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rUtdLx4dYRI/s1600-h/IMG_1553%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252612202308413554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUG9-15qHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rUtdLx4dYRI/s320/IMG_1553%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Janae&lt;/span&gt; who made this beautiful wedding cake for us. It was so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of the girls and their moms putting together their wedding time capsules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUCXRBnhUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NYysjjAR9UQ/s1600-h/IMG_1534%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252607139127985474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUCXRBnhUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NYysjjAR9UQ/s320/IMG_1534%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUCXbq8X1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/RvFbbKyLM90/s1600-h/IMG_1541%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252607141985673042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUCXbq8X1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/RvFbbKyLM90/s320/IMG_1541%5B2%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUCXhn8qNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Fm0KULHKBnQ/s1600-h/IMG_1549%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252607143583721682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUCXhn8qNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Fm0KULHKBnQ/s320/IMG_1549%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUCX9tO3MI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fZbAtadvUWA/s1600-h/IMG_1538%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252607151122078914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUCX9tO3MI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fZbAtadvUWA/s320/IMG_1538%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-733698925027030653?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/733698925027030653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=733698925027030653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/733698925027030653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/733698925027030653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/10/motherdaughter-activity.html' title='Mother/Daughter Activity'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOUG9ct1dgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5ri10Yh2B10/s72-c/IMG_1545%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-5448242744415843479</id><published>2008-09-30T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:06:15.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint Cans GALORE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOMO_QQhXBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r-ncljm_B_s/s1600-h/DSCN0231%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252058070302940178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOMO_QQhXBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r-ncljm_B_s/s320/DSCN0231%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOMO_m3s4wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4HJjdtY-ThQ/s1600-h/DSCN0233%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252058076372853506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOMO_m3s4wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4HJjdtY-ThQ/s320/DSCN0233%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the past week I have been working on transforming these paint cans into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;time capsules&lt;/span&gt; for our young women mother/daughter night.  I didn't think I would ever get done!!  But with the help of my great Hubby we pulled it off and got them all finished up tonight.  Just in time for tomorrows activity.  I think they turned out cute!  Inside they will put things like what their ideal wedding will have.  What temple they would like to be sealed in.  How many kids they want to have and what favorite names they have picked out for them.  A picture what kind of wedding dress they would like to have, qualities they want in a husband, and then a note from their mom of the things she hopes for them.  On the top it says that it is to be opened on the night of their engagement.  I think the girls will have a fun time making them.  Our theme for the night is "Following the path to be sealed for eternity"  we have a fun night planned for the girls and their moms.  We will be having dinner and then I have asked a special guest speaker from our ward, Loree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zito&lt;/span&gt; to talk about preparing now for a temple marriage.  I know she will do a great job!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has put so much time and effort into preparing for this activity, hope everything goes well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-5448242744415843479?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/5448242744415843479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=5448242744415843479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/5448242744415843479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/5448242744415843479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/09/paint-cans-galore.html' title='Paint Cans GALORE!!'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SOMO_QQhXBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/r-ncljm_B_s/s72-c/DSCN0231%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-3232940238290302733</id><published>2008-09-27T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:26:07.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Calling</title><content type='html'>I have been running all over town today trying to get things I need in preparation for a mother/daughter activity we are having this Wednesday for Young Women.  As I finally got home I was thinking about how much  I love my calling for church.  I'm am excited about the neat things we have planned on Wednesday night and how it is SO worth all the trouble, time, and effort I have to put into the activity in order to make it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; night!  I love the girls in our ward!  I love what strong spirits they have and when I read posts on their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebooks&lt;/span&gt; and etc. about how much they love the temple it makes me so proud of them for the choices they are making in such a tough world!  You girls are the BEST!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-3232940238290302733?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/3232940238290302733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=3232940238290302733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/3232940238290302733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/3232940238290302733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-calling.html' title='My Calling'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4379526483199835682.post-7025491804756093594</id><published>2008-09-25T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:54:39.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have finally joined the world of Bloggers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yay!  We did it!  We can offically say we have a blog.  I never thought of it being a journal and now that I see how it all works I wish I would have done it sooner!  I have never been good at keeping a journal and I'm sure one day I will reget not writing down so many memories about our family.  So this is my new goal, to keep this updated (we will see how it goes!) so that we can print it out and keep a record of our day to day life.  Things that are recorded today might not seem so important or signifigant, but tomorrow it becomes a memory and those are ever so precious!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4379526483199835682-7025491804756093594?l=brandonandtammie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/feeds/7025491804756093594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4379526483199835682&amp;postID=7025491804756093594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/7025491804756093594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4379526483199835682/posts/default/7025491804756093594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonandtammie.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-have-finally-joined-world-of.html' title='We have finally joined the world of Bloggers!'/><author><name>Tammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09446657358360927439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3wx1WKVXjaM/SQEGTHMgsII/AAAAAAAAAHo/oVlHqJfHIDE/S220/IMG1744_492.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
