tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291825522024-03-23T11:13:45.296-07:00When Boredom Calls ...Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the faceBrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-60059888165836560032009-12-23T16:03:00.002-07:002009-12-23T16:07:17.800-07:00Moved<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cjz5Y4zM4JSGCp3EYgPaLpMcJjJxN_hwp8ZAX2TVPkoeeikYTh8TxrMMIXhu20ogJag3bcfaEDuEAfC88N-2cwkbr7r40vQuwg7P7n6mWDPgI4xm8VwUZKtZscAWnmgjtqpyDQ/s1600-h/Boxes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cjz5Y4zM4JSGCp3EYgPaLpMcJjJxN_hwp8ZAX2TVPkoeeikYTh8TxrMMIXhu20ogJag3bcfaEDuEAfC88N-2cwkbr7r40vQuwg7P7n6mWDPgI4xm8VwUZKtZscAWnmgjtqpyDQ/s400/Boxes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418572000847515746" border="0" /></a><br />In case you come across this blog you should know I've joined forces with my wonderful husband at <a href="http://brookeandben.blogspot.com/">brookeandben.blogspot.com</a> .... So if you are looking for a blog to read head on over, or you can check out my book blog at <a href="http://brookejeansbooks.blogspot.com/">brookejeansbooks.blogspot.com</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">See you there!<br /></div>BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-76074929647178683712007-09-07T12:19:00.000-07:002008-11-17T05:35:00.345-07:00Wedding Day FunIt's seemingly ironic that I should post about Runescape before my own wedding. Well I'm righting the wrong and I'll share some "wedding day adventures".<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We arrived at the temple around 6:25am, just in time to witness the explosion of this building. Unfortunately we didn't get a picture of the cloud of dust that quickly took over the downtown area.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp14RMUL-nxaOIIsiNSJtx44tFpFryvIT4Ndgh91hrCFmblxeEy9m4f4J7vdiFhwnIwyyGai5elhCPZjveiH75WPJiUVAgjU7dPG92DgQMIBu5RAHi2ErpbLI3GPRZ16pXsfwtdA/s1600-h/IMG_1649.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp14RMUL-nxaOIIsiNSJtx44tFpFryvIT4Ndgh91hrCFmblxeEy9m4f4J7vdiFhwnIwyyGai5elhCPZjveiH75WPJiUVAgjU7dPG92DgQMIBu5RAHi2ErpbLI3GPRZ16pXsfwtdA/s400/IMG_1649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107552263550035842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We were very blessed to have an east wind that morning (something that never happens) and a large number of temple square workers who were able to clean up all the dust in the area before we even got out of the temple. Our pictures looked great!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLrs3rBGVznajT2vxjL1zI8hp6-cxah8NUF8hXAUwto7i2E5ky2h-9EkR6XxmxvY1Ts_dU0IPsPabiY058qFMm4haNx9hFswh40L1GDMlhzeXuawFqzaxtIWxsuwyBYOI6PlCGw/s1600-h/IMG_1568.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLrs3rBGVznajT2vxjL1zI8hp6-cxah8NUF8hXAUwto7i2E5ky2h-9EkR6XxmxvY1Ts_dU0IPsPabiY058qFMm4haNx9hFswh40L1GDMlhzeXuawFqzaxtIWxsuwyBYOI6PlCGw/s400/IMG_1568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107551099613898610" border="0" /></a>After pictures we all headed over to the Joseph Smith Memorial Building to enjoy an amazing breakfast, friends, family, a quick little speach by Will, and a much longer and more embarrassing one by my mother, as well as a toast by Jay. Did I mention the food was amazing?<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHbwORGl9gHe3_TXQCbl2TqeLe-0mfb3Mi4ER819CYkaPxnln8CuMN8Jn6__Ia0zDkOawDODf83jzbNwW40G9AwqCBwvkRHN6JpE7kUXe1tYhEZj8dpVoHkW9Mx1a3TwZtj9Luw/s1600-h/IMG_1609.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHbwORGl9gHe3_TXQCbl2TqeLe-0mfb3Mi4ER819CYkaPxnln8CuMN8Jn6__Ia0zDkOawDODf83jzbNwW40G9AwqCBwvkRHN6JpE7kUXe1tYhEZj8dpVoHkW9Mx1a3TwZtj9Luw/s400/IMG_1609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107553298637154194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpoKjhECG9VhP2s7IDLph48wA5mcVlh7tp0KRnfKaI6mwk-b9250jH6k5mDmIwgutt0rxqgxq8yip-tEhkqp7DHoSkYSoBJPSSnm1Xsi_YIOBF8WrqvmgTg_lWxDfnsQ7GaaeAw/s1600-h/IMG_1610.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpoKjhECG9VhP2s7IDLph48wA5mcVlh7tp0KRnfKaI6mwk-b9250jH6k5mDmIwgutt0rxqgxq8yip-tEhkqp7DHoSkYSoBJPSSnm1Xsi_YIOBF8WrqvmgTg_lWxDfnsQ7GaaeAw/s400/IMG_1610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107554995149236130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIDWrQblwA6cVY4DPVLqBakF9iXM54034nsInc5IP-SgngF2jWs52qAS2rSMnIxwFybPNxK1VaLRczvkqEWAFtkF8TSenBWLeVu2rxmcQ6CQz-DcWtsHSppyBYIM4oipf9F_Q_mA/s1600-h/IMG_1611.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIDWrQblwA6cVY4DPVLqBakF9iXM54034nsInc5IP-SgngF2jWs52qAS2rSMnIxwFybPNxK1VaLRczvkqEWAFtkF8TSenBWLeVu2rxmcQ6CQz-DcWtsHSppyBYIM4oipf9F_Q_mA/s400/IMG_1611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107555317271783346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">This next portion of pictures I like to call "The Reception: Before and After the Thunderstorm"</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span>BEFORE:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The decorations were amazing: Provided by my mom's hard work. We didn't get many before shots of the reception but once we get the pictures back from the photographers we'll post more since they have all the really fun ones!<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZbkzF7UFtrTD4dO33AEeAXEnXDs4ALcy1F_PAyJgWoxfweXt8FcGzCrcoOr_SH051HOeYL1BQ1l9FkzgJe-TYrSZ29dT_vdYPE-zZNkZAFAvMk7xqSiKPpny0uc1r-KWth7mH8Q/s1600-h/IMG_1652.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZbkzF7UFtrTD4dO33AEeAXEnXDs4ALcy1F_PAyJgWoxfweXt8FcGzCrcoOr_SH051HOeYL1BQ1l9FkzgJe-TYrSZ29dT_vdYPE-zZNkZAFAvMk7xqSiKPpny0uc1r-KWth7mH8Q/s400/IMG_1652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107556193445111746" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdsxBR58nP3ZIW4BX2CQ09m7Ulogx2TI6gPdc3dgacrUgJLyhkxNLy6i84h-BSyllfSTaBxOxltJ7szQSp8RvXpQjHocR-wq82d-DOx_DgSXimL3jZ3SNubsyrqPitxscb9Ptxg/s1600-h/IMG_1653.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdsxBR58nP3ZIW4BX2CQ09m7Ulogx2TI6gPdc3dgacrUgJLyhkxNLy6i84h-BSyllfSTaBxOxltJ7szQSp8RvXpQjHocR-wq82d-DOx_DgSXimL3jZ3SNubsyrqPitxscb9Ptxg/s400/IMG_1653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107557426100725730" border="0" /></a>I borrowed this picture from Ben's sister's blog since I didn't have any of people before everyone ended up soaked!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt7eI8xcNG3UtYa-yv7r3CGH0tpq9054dBeyjOWNgsFRimw0rOrbTm6tcAf5c7phx47_Ys1o7TWPovF8RFw7j6SLihzGDSJnnOhKA4fENlK_ATQYlvtEl_zWFaLJFWerwZygGsxg/s1600-h/Reception+Picture.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt7eI8xcNG3UtYa-yv7r3CGH0tpq9054dBeyjOWNgsFRimw0rOrbTm6tcAf5c7phx47_Ys1o7TWPovF8RFw7j6SLihzGDSJnnOhKA4fENlK_ATQYlvtEl_zWFaLJFWerwZygGsxg/s400/Reception+Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107562842054486114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />DURING:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My sisters and Kjersty ran around in pouring rain to save all the decorations. They saved everything but ended up a little wet - Probably my favorite picture of the night!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFnUav-YxR9Tq-MrS_Xd7IiIKKhyphenhyphenLOGDgqzK22doF6XH2cmL1ljasFhBr8PDP3xzo3FVgxhAlBJLZOECEuTwNG3B01IZI2VP7mMTck2rgq9xhpquRKskz_u3GpvvyqkALrjlp-AA/s1600-h/IMG_1658.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFnUav-YxR9Tq-MrS_Xd7IiIKKhyphenhyphenLOGDgqzK22doF6XH2cmL1ljasFhBr8PDP3xzo3FVgxhAlBJLZOECEuTwNG3B01IZI2VP7mMTck2rgq9xhpquRKskz_u3GpvvyqkALrjlp-AA/s400/IMG_1658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107559921476724770" border="0" /></a><br />AFTER:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We wiped down the chairs and tables and people enjoyed the smell of a fresh rain while I stood back and wished it would have waited an hour. Oh well ...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkTrDF6K13-A3vZy3U6dHbEo5tci3YEPtVSK7fX_SUFWHA08AZoTfFfQjeo5IJV2kuP8XOjZ7bNbfkeyYQsxu8nxlWI61PZn8UPd7ZENNDaSQqChxU9bhwT2bxRWrhoIF4r5Frw/s1600-h/IMG_1665.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkTrDF6K13-A3vZy3U6dHbEo5tci3YEPtVSK7fX_SUFWHA08AZoTfFfQjeo5IJV2kuP8XOjZ7bNbfkeyYQsxu8nxlWI61PZn8UPd7ZENNDaSQqChxU9bhwT2bxRWrhoIF4r5Frw/s400/IMG_1665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107560535657048114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The rain didn't stop us though from enjoying the wedding celebrations. (Notice the sopping wet sister and best friend in the background!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjls_8TwpNyyKqdGNlgvgXA-mHsfUS9dH9Fz0XdkEluDGl0dERtwuSJH4F5lIyZkDLEKj6ojCB8WVRNBEY0Un4Tx4PyEwy5s6I_wYGYm_NAdMY0afztsYv2BWNgHE6-QVULSRJFRw/s1600-h/IMG_1676.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjls_8TwpNyyKqdGNlgvgXA-mHsfUS9dH9Fz0XdkEluDGl0dERtwuSJH4F5lIyZkDLEKj6ojCB8WVRNBEY0Un4Tx4PyEwy5s6I_wYGYm_NAdMY0afztsYv2BWNgHE6-QVULSRJFRw/s400/IMG_1676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107561149837371458" border="0" /></a><br />and last but not least ... My Cake! I think Albertsons and my aunt Donya did an amazing job!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nPqYW-cm18t_4v2bvK6jVTHtb2PIsHg0YfqU5lIfardTgK_-8gHUB8s7gIIXreAY5NmlaDYAtBgc0LqU5g2SrQgMudMsfPzVzriLl89byPa3X6y0hFt7AlCOuf2dglTD-9JFWQ/s1600-h/IMG_1677.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8nPqYW-cm18t_4v2bvK6jVTHtb2PIsHg0YfqU5lIfardTgK_-8gHUB8s7gIIXreAY5NmlaDYAtBgc0LqU5g2SrQgMudMsfPzVzriLl89byPa3X6y0hFt7AlCOuf2dglTD-9JFWQ/s400/IMG_1677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107561570744166482" border="0" /></a><br />So after all is said and done ... I wouldn't change a thing. The explosion of a building, the thunderstorm of the year, the homemade bouquets (which were made by Kjersty and myself about 2 minutes before guests arrived), and the people that shared in all the excitement just made this day one that I will never forget. I dare old age to even try!<br /><br /></div>BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-49651106220519682382007-09-05T13:03:00.000-07:002008-11-17T05:35:00.724-07:00Runescape - Marketing gone right!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqgQYmhtUid7UBpj0Fzlirvw3VZsKXzwRzaohcEau8pHluaBYyKOCoyB-bkngX8AWY3SnIxNjQIIyb1AT3P5itvlWxO1BQ-v-5aSLLvxlKFfvxKJoBMR1IOB-MUEE3Tsag68G6w/s1600-h/imgRuneScape.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqgQYmhtUid7UBpj0Fzlirvw3VZsKXzwRzaohcEau8pHluaBYyKOCoyB-bkngX8AWY3SnIxNjQIIyb1AT3P5itvlWxO1BQ-v-5aSLLvxlKFfvxKJoBMR1IOB-MUEE3Tsag68G6w/s400/imgRuneScape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106824970968000354" border="0" /></a><br />Why am I blogging about Runescape? I really don't know. Some (any grown adult, including myself) would say that it is a waste of time and yet the game itself is quite intriguing when you look at it from a marketing perspective. The way it is set up allows players to play for free with small encounters throughout the free game enticing players to subscribe for only 5 dollars a month in order to participate in the member options. There are two types of worlds you can enter - a non members world and a members world. In the non-members world (even if you are a member) you can't do the members world things - however, Runescape developers have placed member objects, and activities in the non-members world so people will click on them and get the response "You have to be in a members world to receive a quest from ____" or "You need to be on a members server to use this feature". Great marketing plan. Non-members encounter these sort of responses several times a day in their early gaming experiences. However, once you have been playing for awhile you learn which things are not available to a non-member and so you stop clicking on these options. At this point you think you are safe from being drawn into the member fees but you are so wrong.<br /><br />Runescape is full of quests. After someone has been playing awhile they will eventually use up all of the free quests - there are about 30 free quests for people to do and about 100+ member quests (which is continuously growing). Once a non-member has finished all their quests they start wandering aimlessly about Varrock, Falador, Al Kharid and Lumbridge looking for a purpose in life and then they glance at their "quest list" and wonder what it would be like to save the dwarfs' tree house, attack blue dragons, fight off lvl 110's, or become the conquistador of a skeleton army.<br /><br />Before you know it, anyone and everyone who has finished all their free quests who is still even slightly interested in the game is paying the $5 a month member fee to stroll through the once forbidden lands and to talk to the once forbidden folk and to climb over once forbidden fences.<br /><br />Moral of the story - avoid this game unless you have countless hours of time to waste or if you are interested in seeing remarkable marketing work taking place right before your eyes. (That's the only reason I ever log in).BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-43928992714932835342007-07-11T07:44:00.000-07:002007-07-11T07:45:48.255-07:00My blog has been put on holdDue to recent events this blog will be put on hold. (As if you didn't already know that). I will resume my sporadic posting after about the 1st of September. :)BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-75164803272324234922007-06-11T08:59:00.001-07:002008-11-17T05:35:02.260-07:00It's official! August 18th is the big day!<div style="text-align: center;">I think the ring says it all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajABSWgkUpE/Rm14vvmEuII/AAAAAAAAACI/naghctJcmZc/s1600-h/Engagement+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajABSWgkUpE/Rm14vvmEuII/AAAAAAAAACI/naghctJcmZc/s400/Engagement+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074845116741761154" border="0" /></a> <br /></div>So ever since we announced our engagement I have been asked how, when, and where it happened. I should warn you this is only my side of the story and that there was a lot more planning and preparation going on than I am about to account for.<br /><br />On Thursday, June 7, 2007, Ben Scott Newman thought it would be a good idea to go to "The Meadow of Luuuve" to paint some pictures. We had been up here with my roommate and her fiance hiking prior to this day and had decided that we should name all the different places along the way (and that is where it got its name). This particular meadow is a gorgeous green field with mountains and trees surrounding it on every side. Here are the pictures of the field in panoramic order!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilrhJ6jmYqu5oRTnzu-clQpVpDvL6CG_FnkX9Q_kJ_KbcSO48d8B98SJdqqurXv0LGQ09Eo_BhBwwOEewzl9uIINRHSv0gB_VclCMZSS_fRG3iuZvUrDJi-knzBmekQ9z4gf_k_w/s1600-h/Engagement+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilrhJ6jmYqu5oRTnzu-clQpVpDvL6CG_FnkX9Q_kJ_KbcSO48d8B98SJdqqurXv0LGQ09Eo_BhBwwOEewzl9uIINRHSv0gB_VclCMZSS_fRG3iuZvUrDJi-knzBmekQ9z4gf_k_w/s400/Engagement+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074849102471411858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4WpHeWBG4kY_8_u_P9aVq7YPO8sJtXcW1AMMf3-PUKkLJY6oGHg0eWLFqQKqTdrWhT8Q7Ugvt09e4qkBr0mKBno68vLTe819hckVXJflZ0MHF5l5o9PUR79HjnUXa1l1ginSEgg/s1600-h/Engagement+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4WpHeWBG4kY_8_u_P9aVq7YPO8sJtXcW1AMMf3-PUKkLJY6oGHg0eWLFqQKqTdrWhT8Q7Ugvt09e4qkBr0mKBno68vLTe819hckVXJflZ0MHF5l5o9PUR79HjnUXa1l1ginSEgg/s400/Engagement+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074865178534000802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLIVwHdnsHZmRXI19uQxl8GD5fTeTOGha8zXWFlPa35YSOo1zIp5wLEgwTnOI3sdJ6nj2iTHx6XZ64860O9EO-WKz1LLwEVMcLMSjxjChOSKsa3Cf_9nNaMKMbJrKtamlV9ncn5Q/s1600-h/Engagement+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLIVwHdnsHZmRXI19uQxl8GD5fTeTOGha8zXWFlPa35YSOo1zIp5wLEgwTnOI3sdJ6nj2iTHx6XZ64860O9EO-WKz1LLwEVMcLMSjxjChOSKsa3Cf_9nNaMKMbJrKtamlV9ncn5Q/s400/Engagement+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074865736879749298" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRqqxlrqDK8olc7E-E5HAuGfZ6qX_wVDmxVKJlSjATK_UFl87HEYO5zbHB13algHVnSVUvDl-6clLDbHV066e3pemo2I7mdxs3nrM_fDI3BMD9yuyKNgqCTPtlkIcY0M69z9_Z_Q/s1600-h/Engagement+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRqqxlrqDK8olc7E-E5HAuGfZ6qX_wVDmxVKJlSjATK_UFl87HEYO5zbHB13algHVnSVUvDl-6clLDbHV066e3pemo2I7mdxs3nrM_fDI3BMD9yuyKNgqCTPtlkIcY0M69z9_Z_Q/s400/Engagement+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074866162081511618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_ARNWZzpYVoq_45VIi94kz9PmiPmE2VPfSTLK7nAxkWdJszfvubV_YofkHDTI8HnwY6QuS5_A658pDqhwOzNeXFbqVtt4UCM_c-DhWKCzQLEmnCTqE-LnGjmPP80BC1OGgob6Q/s1600-h/Engagement+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_ARNWZzpYVoq_45VIi94kz9PmiPmE2VPfSTLK7nAxkWdJszfvubV_YofkHDTI8HnwY6QuS5_A658pDqhwOzNeXFbqVtt4UCM_c-DhWKCzQLEmnCTqE-LnGjmPP80BC1OGgob6Q/s400/Engagement+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074867502111308002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRAUBPs2NXn58sgV0q6DcgoiWk288lRT7E040bqnEGCFRrcGqfspFMPdMAUV4_sDfBuKHAJwJcafbDFcFeRLE1JkPGbrPii8VVTWsBf7tdhW29L1MhHvQRyFJspnTT5LJZtdt-OQ/s1600-h/Engagement+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRAUBPs2NXn58sgV0q6DcgoiWk288lRT7E040bqnEGCFRrcGqfspFMPdMAUV4_sDfBuKHAJwJcafbDFcFeRLE1JkPGbrPii8VVTWsBf7tdhW29L1MhHvQRyFJspnTT5LJZtdt-OQ/s400/Engagement+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074867815643920626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EnRHL9Prm6ZqxtrAdgKiCao2jy1YXsKDQSUzdETITZUcU_AD_ULvCnT6-ByMFITLtq0_J7yjnKNAxXU_I-PdP77SiAbyXucfV8Kq0qSS9pv2TV-kyRkwFLMJ-zIDxPm9E2n7NA/s1600-h/Engagement+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EnRHL9Prm6ZqxtrAdgKiCao2jy1YXsKDQSUzdETITZUcU_AD_ULvCnT6-ByMFITLtq0_J7yjnKNAxXU_I-PdP77SiAbyXucfV8Kq0qSS9pv2TV-kyRkwFLMJ-zIDxPm9E2n7NA/s400/Engagement+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074868133471500546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKV98vbAS-Fu5rfZAralu063aYQqJye_O9FiwcG3aMFHj2DM8xvauIQletCegT6RbHb6mBAsVFy-E3R1VWc5bKajhBkuk2Lc5OZKqaIRa4MKxCXPmc7vSi0jKluLVahygEwgGJlg/s1600-h/Engagement+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKV98vbAS-Fu5rfZAralu063aYQqJye_O9FiwcG3aMFHj2DM8xvauIQletCegT6RbHb6mBAsVFy-E3R1VWc5bKajhBkuk2Lc5OZKqaIRa4MKxCXPmc7vSi0jKluLVahygEwgGJlg/s400/Engagement+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074868764831693074" border="0" /></a><br />Anyway, we sat down to paint and I quickly realized Ben wasn't in a painting mood at all. So as he did his thing I did mine. He finished his painting in like 4 minutes and I just continued painting nothingness as he loomed over me acting very anxious. I just figured he didn't want to sit down because there were bugs and a potential tick infestation all around us. I didn't really care much though because it was great weather and I was sitting in the middle of a beautiful field. After about 20 minutes I finished and we went down through the trees to go to the stream so I could rinse out my paint brush. As we got to the bottom of the hill Ben looked at me with concern filling his eyes. As he opened his mouth he started to spew forth words that at first made me think he was going to break up with me and then he made it sound like he just wanted to postpone our wedding until December (for any of you who know me, you know that this was almost as heartbreaking as being broken up with). It went something like this:<br /><br />Ben: Brooke, I don't want to talk to your dad tomorrow. (He was going to be talking to my dad about marrying me and asking for my families blessing).<br />Me: (slightly confused) Okay ...<br />Ben: I mean, I've just been thinking about the timing of things and finances and you said you'd be ok with waiting until December if we really needed to<br />Me: (trying to smile because at least he wasn't breaking up with me) Yeah, ok.<br />Ben: and anyway, the real reason why I don't want to talk to your dad tomorrow is because I took work off and drove to Taylor (where my parent's live) yesterday.<br />Me: .... (I am guessing the look on my face was pure confusion)<br />Ben: (while reaching into his backpack) _________ I'm not allowed to say the mushy stuff that ben said here but before I knew it he had a ring and he was down on his knee asking me to marry him!<br />Me: Yes! A million times yes! (I don't know exactly what I said but I do know that at that moment I had a hard time believing it was all real!)<br /><br />Anyway, so then of course I couldn't stop smiling for the next 10 days (yes, I am still smiling). And Later that night Ben took me to an amazing restaurant - <a href="http://www.chefstable.net/" target="_blank">The Chef's Table</a> - to celebrate our engagement and to see if he could challenge a previous statement I had made that any girl who goes here will remember the food but won't remember the guy or the rest of the day after a year or two. (I think he has definitely made me retract my statement). I'm already forgetting the food but I will never forget that day.<br /><br />So, now it is all official and we have started making plans. Our wedding date is set to be August 18th, 2007 and we are getting married in the Salt Lake City LDS Temple at 7:40am.<br /><br />Oh and here is a close up of my engagement ring: (A princess cut diamond with 8 round diamonds set to the sides of it): PICTURE HAS BEEN DELETED .... I'll post a better one once I find it!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZNuFREIVNyw8Ks0-Z5c7P7AXwXaNNJ6WT5rXofjRaB_t2ef2WAFt8GNKEn2cM4tkcRfE2PqlTuKPT0ZWRdeq8fjkAaoViHXgT9iW6408DOnWN0TfBrgc60imjdPVUvx5bjHjAQ/s1600-h/Vacations+004.jpg"><br /></a>BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-44707574586587776002007-05-15T11:54:00.000-07:002008-11-17T05:35:02.422-07:00Radio Station Gone Reprobate: Story of K-Bull 93<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHybz0nCdKIpbX9z9QMIQ5lwjsr1GL1ypz5joEsCQeRnjhqT38RdUz2iRpV7tXBQlK3S-i1b9KHdGfKeNReePXuUU1hhAhShdKBftgaT7kQpfITLdfIeYrslrm0CIVs1A0HdGF0w/s1600-h/kbull93.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHybz0nCdKIpbX9z9QMIQ5lwjsr1GL1ypz5joEsCQeRnjhqT38RdUz2iRpV7tXBQlK3S-i1b9KHdGfKeNReePXuUU1hhAhShdKBftgaT7kQpfITLdfIeYrslrm0CIVs1A0HdGF0w/s400/kbull93.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064864038982162610" border="0" /></a> Over the past few years I have noticed Utah's radio station quality continuously decreasing. My favorite country station was taken from me, my favorite alternative station was dissipated and now ... the station I had come so fond of doesn't deserve my attentive ears.<br /><br /><a href="http://emlouisa.com/?p=240">Click here</a> for the story.<br /><br />It's too bad that good people have bad things like this happen. K-Bull 93 now has a lot of P.R. work to do to get their name back up in good graces. As for me, I think I'll just give up on the radio and stick to CDs and satellite.BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-44833539433746228422007-05-14T08:24:00.000-07:002008-11-17T05:35:02.540-07:00My Camera: The Canon PowerShot S80<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLUB4q9mMAfK4bhCNm_En6hk535Yn_HhwaaxjyqVPe-BsUYEt3n6-bEKVvoAMI_jLUllVjby5mK3ltYVxj_dVYlHxAfD0IOUdME1gOJshsg7WqOTa0OSOX1-5fY9JweuCNP2BuQ/s1600-h/Camera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLUB4q9mMAfK4bhCNm_En6hk535Yn_HhwaaxjyqVPe-BsUYEt3n6-bEKVvoAMI_jLUllVjby5mK3ltYVxj_dVYlHxAfD0IOUdME1gOJshsg7WqOTa0OSOX1-5fY9JweuCNP2BuQ/s400/Camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064452460856121506" border="0" /></a> It was about February 8th that I realized my camera had encountered an untimely accident in the depths of my purse. As I pulled it out and tried to turn it on, all I could hear was the sad attempts of a digital device straining to live. Each attempt I made to get my camera to work only made the death of my camera more eminent - or so I thought.<br /><br />After that day many picture worthy events occurred but I was unable to document them. I won front row tickets to the valentines day Men's Basketball game where we were so close that I could feel the sweat permeating from the athletes in front of me. That same day I had a great Valentines Day "Date" as me and my roommate took turns being on a date with the same guy. During the month I also attended my first hockey game at BYU, watched the rembrandt commercial for the first time (truly life changing), watched BYU beat the UofU in Salt Lake City for the first time in 13 years, and had lots of "oh man if only I had my camera" moments.<br /><br />March and April were even more full of moments I wish I had been documenting. Unfortunately, my camera was buried and I was clueless as to how to bring it back to life. My camera breaking only had one reward, I lured my friends out of hiding. They learned of my camera's disappearance from my everyday life and decided they could handle hanging out with me again. I made many feel safe, as though the paparrazi was no longer going to upset the living of their simple customary lives.<br /><br />Unfortunately for them I have an awesome co-worker and for my birthday he decided to look into the warranty of my camera and he got it sent in and fixed (better than it was before it was broken: I even got a new LCD Screen on it). Now after my cameras recrudescence I can re-acquaint myself with my camera and now I can continue my repugnant picture taking habits at the expense of my family and friends.<br /><br />Even though my camera missed <a href="http://harddrivelife.com/2007/02/17/britneywatchhair/" target="_blank">Britney Spears breakdown</a>, <a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/02092007/news/nationalnews/csi_probe_in_siren_shocker_nationalnews_todd_venezia.htm" target="" _blank=""> Anna Nicole Smith's Death</a>, my roommates awesome St. Patty's day party, and Des's engagement now that it is back, my life is more fulfilling and happier than ever before.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(200, 200, 200);">Editor's Note: I cannot honestly attribute total happiness and a fulfilling life solely my cameras resurrection. There are definite other factors to making ones life seem whole.</span> </span>BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-77188555306206836412007-05-09T10:30:00.002-07:002008-11-17T05:35:02.620-07:00Babybel Cheese<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghAdXYtrkjaQjwA-vRdW17La08lTm9VIzwallbhBAM9XFvbuB1qUwsw4YaUxoiwTnJPTH6gGy9uPwkK2MCRIE6jTHjviAhtQ_iQ_FPU_3zonQcCLxuptRD6FoSXkU6EeeFdNq1A/s1600-h/Blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghAdXYtrkjaQjwA-vRdW17La08lTm9VIzwallbhBAM9XFvbuB1qUwsw4YaUxoiwTnJPTH6gGy9uPwkK2MCRIE6jTHjviAhtQ_iQ_FPU_3zonQcCLxuptRD6FoSXkU6EeeFdNq1A/s400/Blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062615026602252434" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Me (to co-worker): "What should I blog about?"<br />Co-worker: "Babybel Cheese" [Then poses with some corny look while holding an wrapped Babybel cheese in his hand]<br /><br /><a href="http://www.thelaughingcow.com/lc/lc.nsf/ProductsL2-MiniBabyBel" target="_blank"> Babybel Cheese</a> is "Real Great Cheese, All Wrapped Up!™ Babybel® is a unique, wholesome snacking cheese for the entire family. Each 100% all-natural cheese comes individually waxed and wrapped for freshness and portion control. The perfect on-the-go snack at home or in a lunchbox and a good source of calcium."<br /><br />I've been struggling with things to blog about so hopefully tonight I'll dream about something fun I can blog about tomorrow.BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-17771640994458289822007-04-27T12:06:00.000-07:002008-11-17T05:35:02.790-07:00Shoes! Shoes! Shoes!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcQ2iz-5kHqpRpozjqqdUM2Ld5ZtirC3vkI-X_SmKVqOlJ5K7sD2Nj2FbScaZSJ48FjRnCyoC0sG_5Qgm28yE2pKhOi7YTa_LfNTA6lIVfeqEfeUtZ3L_Jsw-hAgWbOIPQ0cIgQg/s1600-h/womens-shoes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcQ2iz-5kHqpRpozjqqdUM2Ld5ZtirC3vkI-X_SmKVqOlJ5K7sD2Nj2FbScaZSJ48FjRnCyoC0sG_5Qgm28yE2pKhOi7YTa_LfNTA6lIVfeqEfeUtZ3L_Jsw-hAgWbOIPQ0cIgQg/s400/womens-shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058192872439715970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >This post is dedicated to Kendra Keller. My long lost roommate that has Mononucleosis and was kidnapped and taken back to Soda Springs, Idaho. Her love for shoes will forever live with me in my heart.</span><br /><br />I haven't always been obsessed with shoes. There was a point in my life when I would proudly pipe up in a conversation and announce my total of three pairs of shoes. One for church, one for running, and one for everything else. I led my life in bliss being the one who could claim every article of clothing in my closet was purchased at "Ross: Dress for Less". And then it happened.<br /><br />It was last summer at the beginning of June. Kjersty and I found ourselves at Meier and Frank looking at scads of shoes and it just so happened that I'd always wanted a pair of cute espadrillas with a hemp like sole. (Of course at the time I had no idea what an espadrilla was - a type of mexican food maybe?) Anyway, as we browsed I turned a corner and there they were. It was as if I was in a movie and my prince charming had just walked in the room. The lights from heaven shown down on these shoes and my heart became instantly attached. I slowly crept closer to the shoes and wide-eyed I looked at the price tag. At that moment I was facing one of the largest wardrobe dilemmas that has ever been faced. First, I had never spent more than $15 on a pair of shoes before. Second, these shoes were about $40 (maybe a little less ...). And lastly, there were two pairs of them. Now in comparing them to decide which to buy I realized they were a lot like guys. They both had wonderful qualities but they weren't the same qualities. What one pair of shoes had the other lacked. That is when I pulled out my phone and decided to text a guy friend that knew more about clothes than me.<br /><br />His answer was almost too simple. First, he asked me if I really liked them both. Then he went on to ask me if I would wear them both. When I answered yes to both questions he said .... (Prepare yourself for ground shaking advice) ... "Why don't you just get both?". What an idea! If I was going to get the $40.00 worth of wear out of them I might as well buy them. Since then ... my shoes are now stacked in my closet 5 high. My life has been forever changed by that moment in Meier & Frank and will forever live on as the moment I became a little more "high-maintenance" and began to enjoy the fact that I am actually of female origin and can completely enjoy a good pair of shoes and a good shotgun experience all in the same day! (There is never anything too manly to not wear heels if you so desire!)<br /><br />Since then I wear heels every day. If by chance I feel a need to wear completely flat shoes my calves hate me for it and I have to spend 4 days recovering from sore muscles. It's just easier to stick to the heels. Rain or shine my shoes and I will stick together. When the rest of the world walks out on me, my shoes will be there to help me walk with them. ... or something like that.BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-29862475044053514512007-04-16T10:31:00.000-07:002008-11-17T05:35:03.023-07:00My effort to deter from productivity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8XQjjAOgNJO6FFtkjqR6PGJ5oDTRBfjx7hd_zFiWonhCHmYTcUq71haCLERqlltXYzU8zaCfz1na_SwJYO1h_Gjc2q73nAKqXil6u8LyaCzb-gd33OtCWGUz6Wk3FC6zGLaPPOQ/s1600-h/Hawaii+day+2+141.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8XQjjAOgNJO6FFtkjqR6PGJ5oDTRBfjx7hd_zFiWonhCHmYTcUq71haCLERqlltXYzU8zaCfz1na_SwJYO1h_Gjc2q73nAKqXil6u8LyaCzb-gd33OtCWGUz6Wk3FC6zGLaPPOQ/s400/Hawaii+day+2+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054083469941094722" border="0" /></a> In a weak attempt to deter myself from doing any more group economic projects, history papers, marketing plans, or team presentations I have decided to pretend as though it is already summer and avoid the pressing deadlines that are hovering above me. Instead, I have decided to write a meaningless blog with no real underlying theme other than keeping me from doing the list of things I need to get done.<br /><br />On April 18, 2000, I went to my mom and told her I was almost 16. Yes, I still had 364 days until I was 16 but I had already been counting down the months, days, hours, and seconds until I turned 16 for the past year. Now, I am counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds until I will be 22. This time, I am not counting down because I have been looking forward to this birthday for a very long time, but rather because I am dreading being any older than I already am. I never thought I would be old enough to wish I wasn't as old as I was. My mom always told me I should stop looking forward to being older because before I knew it I would wish I was younger. And now, here I am ... wishing I could stay 21 forever, and knowing full well it is impossible.<br /><br />Since my life is flashing by before my eyes I have decided to put my edited "life list" on my blog ... (My actual list is longer but needed to be censored due to the fact that some people who might read this don't know me very well and may take my list at face value)<br /><br />My Life List:<br /><br />Learn to drive a stick shift car (Summer 2005 .. sort of) <br />Learn to play the drums<br />Go skydiving <br />Go bungee jumping<br />Run in a marathon<br />Write a book<br />Paint a picture (It was a bush ... 4/13/07)<br />Kiss someone with braces (8/11/06)<br />Learn Sign Language<br />Take a trip to Hawaii (8/31/06)<br />Take a trip to Australia<br />Have a NCMO (Fall 2003)<br />Kiss someone in a snow storm (December 2004)<br />Kiss someone in a haystack<br />Kiss someone in the rain (Summer 2004)<br />Cut a boys hair<br />Meet Wentworth Miller <br />Be in a movie<br />Get married in the temple <br />Go to every temple in the U.S.<br />Spend 3 days and 2 nights in every state in the U.S.<br />Go to 7 continents<br />Hike the Y (Winter 2004)<br />Change a car tire (2003)<br />Change the oil (2003)<br />Hike Mount Timpanogos (July 29, 2006)<br />Sing in a sacrament meeting with a small group(1999)<br />Meet the current prophet <br />Buy a car<br />Buy a house<br />Get lasix eye surgery<br />Get laser hair removal<br />Make a giant gingerbread house that actually stands on its own! <br />Run in the state track meet (Spring 2002)<br />Be on a game show<br />Ride on a llama/camel<br />Go to the Krishna Temple (8/19/06)<br />Milk a cow<br />Take a cruise<br />Make a quilt (Summer 2003)<br />Donate my hair to locks for love<br />Get a drastic hair makeover<br />Live outside of Utah for at least a year<br />Be a mom<br />Wear mom pants<br />Graduate from BYU with a degree in Marketing Management<br />Drink Hot Chocolate in France<br />Go to Disney World<br />Go Snorkeling (9/2/06)<br />Learn to Latin DanceBrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-44336909056565892732007-03-31T09:24:00.000-07:002008-11-17T05:35:03.166-07:00My Summer List<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioa8cH3h2ha3joZ3mfC9hSZOj8VSX0TrDCjldOajsZVhWi6ohtbwbfxtu2SLiYwA18M2-QQNSKhlZGMfB-Z4XPYzkyTuUMmUj5IhhGwt-oMT-36LWtBXGwwvV9Z2VqTTVd3gIdZg/s1600-h/June+16,+2006+-++California+119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioa8cH3h2ha3joZ3mfC9hSZOj8VSX0TrDCjldOajsZVhWi6ohtbwbfxtu2SLiYwA18M2-QQNSKhlZGMfB-Z4XPYzkyTuUMmUj5IhhGwt-oMT-36LWtBXGwwvV9Z2VqTTVd3gIdZg/s400/June+16,+2006+-++California+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048887162214640722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Keri Huddleston, Age 14</span></span><br /></div><br />Those that know me, know I'm crazy for summer. Last summer was probably one of my favorites as I found myself traveling farther than I have ever before. I was able to hike mountains, make new friends, go snorkeling with tropical fish, ride horses, watch fireworks, travel down the alpine slide, work on independent study, go swimming, float the Provo river, buy a shotgun, and do a lot of growing up. Since, last summer is going to be hard to beat I have decided to make a list of things I want to accomplish this summer. We'll see how ambitious I really am as summer approaches.<br /><br /><center><span style="font-weight: bold;">My List of Summer Fun:</span><br /><li>Do an overnight hike</li><br /><li>Hike Angels Landing at Zions</li><br /><li>Spend a weekend in Oregon</li><br /><li>Go to California and spend some time on the beach</li><br /><li>Get my motorcycle license</li><br /><li>Get my passport</li><br /><li>Go to Capitol Reef National Park</li><br /><li>Get some scrapbooking done</li><br /><li>Go to Raging Waters in Salt Lake City</li><br /><li>Try 10 new restaurants</li><br /><li>Go white water rafting</li><br /><li>Start some sort of workout plan</li><br /><li>Get tan!!!</li><br /><li>Save money for my CD account</li><br /><li>Go to Timpanogos Caves</li><br /><li>Go Spelunking</li><br /><li>Visit the hot springs out in Saratoga Springs</li><br /><li>Read 10 books</li><br /><li>Play basketball!</li><br /><li>Play some Frisbee Golf ... aka "Frolf"</li><br /><br /></center><br /><br /><br />I am sure I'll add to this list .... if you have any ideas for me this Summer ... I'm interested to know what else there is to do.BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-46662252912254158132007-03-16T10:42:00.000-07:002008-11-17T05:35:03.382-07:00The End Has Finally Come!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybg_8IKnDr6Nhx2AZJsprs3fISYllOSbrA6lkMeV8LlU5R2Zpo_75d6CSnmMoncJJ5NCOC_E5dxRJazdszMgSArEG8Z5VZr15cOFMGZMZpvorRzIkvtAze3hiP36ySpokGQnpkA/s1600-h/man+pulling+out+hair.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybg_8IKnDr6Nhx2AZJsprs3fISYllOSbrA6lkMeV8LlU5R2Zpo_75d6CSnmMoncJJ5NCOC_E5dxRJazdszMgSArEG8Z5VZr15cOFMGZMZpvorRzIkvtAze3hiP36ySpokGQnpkA/s400/man+pulling+out+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042579503636626882" border="0" /></a> I can't really talk about this whole thing right now. I'm still pretty emotional about it all. Let's just say I gave BYU Men's Basketball team the benefit of all doubt and while filling out my bracket for the NCAA Championship and had them making it to the final four. Wishful thinking? Of course. Unfortunately for me, the curse has not yet been lifted. BYU Men's Basketball team has been unable to advance in the NCAA Tournament since 1993. Maybe next year? .... Doubtful but I'll continue to hope.<br /><br />Now I must give a quick tribute to the Seniors on the team that have made this year so memorable. Keena Young, Austin Ainge, Jimmy Balderson, Fernando Malaman, and Mike Rose. Ending with a 25-8 overall record, a 13-3 conference record, holding the #1 spot in the country for the longest active home-game winning streak, shooting an average of 78.1 points per game, making an average of 7.5 three point shots per game, shooting a 41.3% 3 pt average, a 49.3% field goal average, and 65.8% free throw average, receiving an average of 37.5 rebounds per game, 3.5 blocks per game, 6.2 steals per game, and scoring a total of 2577 points this season, and claiming the Moutain West Conference Regular Season Title, as well as MWC Player of the year and Coach of the year. Although the curse was not lifted, I think it is safe to say I was proud to be a BYU Basketball fan this season. We hit some rough spots and it's still hard to think about the dreadful loss last night to Xavier but all and all, we had a dang good season and next time I see Sam Burgess, Ben Murdock, or Lee Cummard outside one of my classes ... don't expect anything less than a quickened heart rate and the longing to someday say more than "uh ummm ... hi".<br /><br />GO BYU COUGARS! See you next season.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Editors Note:</span> Dearest teachers: for the rest of March Madness ... expect my less than undivided attention as I will be watching the many <a href="http://ncaasports.com/mmod/welcome" target="_blank">games</a> on my laptop in class and during any other event that will still allow me to have wireless internet access.<br /><br />(the link provided only allows you to watch the games on an internet explorer browser)BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-45173212101840663832007-02-23T10:58:00.000-07:002008-11-17T05:35:03.442-07:00“You’re Killing me Smalls!”...or lack thereof<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZBwDmppGjt-yHFTLrWYmpHPLecNk_ocXrXa1bqqkBpdd27a-cIgMhFY66HeoSW-jtm4M83iyvwyfKujxzHcTIDlChaYvIj2SIl-6aTBsrO-irhBnXUMdEZEhieV9-EMT7-hyFA/s1600-h/Shirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZBwDmppGjt-yHFTLrWYmpHPLecNk_ocXrXa1bqqkBpdd27a-cIgMhFY66HeoSW-jtm4M83iyvwyfKujxzHcTIDlChaYvIj2SIl-6aTBsrO-irhBnXUMdEZEhieV9-EMT7-hyFA/s400/Shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034790955759774642" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;">This post was found in the Daily Universe the Wednesday following the "white-out".</span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">To Whom It May Concern:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am writing to inform the powers that be of an egregious travesty; namely, the overabundance of XL and 2XL t-shirts at the BYU vs. Air Force basketball game.<span style=""> </span>I find this disturbing on several levels.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">First and foremost, the large amount of XL and 2XL shirts and the scarcity of medium and small sizes are not representative of the student population.<span style=""> </span>I arrived at the game early in order to support the greatest basketball team on Earth only to find myriads of students scavenging the stands in search of the one small or the one medium shirt.<span style=""> </span>If we are going to spend the money to buy shirts for the students, let’s make sure that the shirts fit.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Second, in the Lord’s doctrine and covenants, we read that we are to seek moderation in all things.<span style=""> </span>Can we classify XL and 2XL shirts as moderate?<span style=""> </span>No, we should be purchasing medium shirts, yea even extra medium.<span style=""> </span>Only in this way can we truly draw close unto the Lord.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lastly, I am sure that those shirts were made by underage, overworked, underpaid, and overstressed children in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Haiti</st1:place></st1:country-region>.<span style=""> </span>By ordering so many XL shirts, we are adding work to those poor children who will have to sew the extra long seams of these huge shirts. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Sincerely,</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Steven Murdock</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thomas Jones</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Brooke Huddleston</p> <p class="MsoNormal">& the rest of the medium and small-sized student body</p>BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-42200168326955175852007-01-29T09:13:00.000-07:002008-11-17T05:35:03.508-07:00White Out in the Marriott Center: Cougs Upset the #13 Falcons!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIJT98i6kzQPeYiHcZoxu36RMcsNa0NuCSfiZNwBFADitVBCJS50aLs4dQHIux-_jubkdFs83DNz3rALeTa1CYBwczAvWckb3Q1Wa5QHqNOji5gcER7X7-1NgfW3BHgvSfFxUEGA/s1600-h/White+out.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIJT98i6kzQPeYiHcZoxu36RMcsNa0NuCSfiZNwBFADitVBCJS50aLs4dQHIux-_jubkdFs83DNz3rALeTa1CYBwczAvWckb3Q1Wa5QHqNOji5gcER7X7-1NgfW3BHgvSfFxUEGA/s400/White+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025490177009603026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Article from the Daily Universe<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">And the die hard fan's perspective</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">With 22,700 Cougar faithful looking on, the <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">BYU</span> men's basketball team bumped and bruised the No. 16 Air Force Falcons on their way to an impressive 61-52 victory Saturday afternoon.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">With seating so packed in the student section at the <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">BYU</span> vs. Air Force game on Saturday our group of 15 people had to basically sit on laps in order to fit, and yet this just added to the intensity felt in the Marriott Center Saturday afternoon. Some students, including myself, were at the game nearly two hours early to get the promised free shirt (watch for a post in the next day or two regarding this) and a decent seat. (ROW 15 BABY!) </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">The roaring crowd made their presence known early and played a big part in lifting the Cougars to victory.<br /><br />"It was a great college basketball game," <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">BYU</span> coach Dave Rose said. "I thought it was a great crowd and a great atmosphere."<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There were points in the game where I had to plug my ears because the roar of the crowd was so deafening. Anyone who tried to answer their cell phone or even talk to the person sitting next to them did so in vain as the decimal level went through the roof.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">The Cougars got out to a slow start and found themselves trailing 10-4 early on. However, they fired back with a 25-6 run, led by a few three-pointers and a healthy dose of Trent <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Plaisted</span> inside.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For the first few minutes of the game I felt hopeless. I felt as though I should be down on the court helping them out or better yet I should be re-enacting the Disney Movie where they rig the basketball so that a remote control could maneuver it however and wherever I like.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">"Trent was great tonight," Cougar guard Austin <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ainge</span> said. "He scored when he had to, and he made passes out when he needed, and that's what it takes to get a win against a good team."</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Screaming, yelling, booing, and breath holding all took place in the next 15 minutes of game time. My heart nearly fell out of my chest on several occasions as <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">BYU</span> pulled ahead and made some amazing plays to take a 10 point lead over Air Force. With thirty seconds left in the half Air Force got the ball and tried to end it on a good note but the Cougars put a stop to them once again and the team retired to the locker room with the Falcons trailing behind.</span></span><br /></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">BYU</span> continued to trade baskets with Air Force, and the Cougars held a 31-21 lead at half. The second half began with a series of plays that let <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Plaisted</span> show his dominance instead. He took a pass from <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ainge</span> and dunked it with his left hand to open the scoring.<br /><br />On the other end of the floor; <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Plaisted</span> blocked a Jacob <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Birtschi</span> shot and started the transition down court. He arrived in the lane again, took a pass and finished it with another powerful dunk, causing the crowd to roar.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Is there anything better than watching a 6'11" man dunk a basketball. Yes. Try watching a 6'11" Trent <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Plaisted</span> dunk a shot, block a shot, and dunk another shot all in a matter of seconds. Words cannot describe the feelings and warm <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">pricklies</span> that came over me as I watched in awe at the skill <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Plaisted</span> was adding to the court. </span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">"It was the greatest college basketball environment I've been a part of," <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Plaisted</span> said. "I was screaming at the top of my lungs and I couldn't hear myself."<br /><br />The crowd, however, would soon be quieted.<br /><br />Air Force made a run, as they have <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">consistently</span> shown they can do all year. A barrage of three-point shots and some tough defense cooled the Cougars off half-way through the second half.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">As Air Force slowly crept back into the game my heart pounded with fear and I lost all ability to to speak. I may have even teared up a little as I watched the falcons come with in two points of tying up the game.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>With 35 seconds left, the <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">BYU</span> lead had diminished. The score was 54-51 when Air Force intentionally fouled <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Plaisted</span>, putting the 49 percent free-throw shooter on the line.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In terror I watched as Trent <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Plaisted</span> approached the free-throw line in an attempt to make his shots. (I have been a large doubting <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">thomas</span> in regards to his free throws so let's just say I was praying but not expecting much at the line). Soon I was left awe stricken with my chin down to my knees and <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Plaisted</span> unexpectedly made not one, but BOTH of his free throws giving us a 5 point lead with 35 seconds left in the game.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"</span></span></span>If I was Air Force Coach <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Bzdelik</span> I probably would have done the same thing," <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Plaisted</span> said. "He is a good coach, and it was a good coaching move."<br /><br /><span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Plaisted</span> took the pressure in stride. After the front end of the one-and-one barely made it over the rim, he knocked the second free throw down to extend the lead to five points.<br /><br />The falcons then came down the court and Nick <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Welch</span> missed a three-point attempt. Air Force tapped the ball back out, where <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">BYU</span> forward <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Keena</span> Young was waiting.<br /><br />Young grabbed the rebound, dribbled down the court, put the ball behind his back and finally made a layup as he fouled with 20 seconds left in the game. He hit the free throw to extend the lead to eight.<br /><br />From that point on it was smooth sailing, and the Cougars won 61-52.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WE WON! WE WON, WE WON, WE WON!! There was a moment when I thought I was going to die of suffocation as the crowd around me jumped and cheered and screamed and hugged so tight I could barely move my lungs. And yet, this moment of complete and total fear of the loss of my life was drowned by my <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">ecstasy</span> over our win against the #13 Air Force Falcons. WE WON! We continue our home game winning streak. Now a total of 27 home game wins.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Plaisted</span> finished the game with 22 points, while Young added 17.<br /><br />The play of the two post players, who continue to work better with each other, was the difference. Their bruising play helped the Cougars out-rebound the Falcons by 22 for the game. The extra opportunities created by those rebounds made a big difference.<br /><br />"It was a real big part of our game plan," Rose said. "We thought if we could get our three, four, and five men at the basket we could get our hands on the ball at least. We could also get some closer shots."<br /><br />The win brings the Cougars' record to 15-6 overall and 5-2 in conference. They are now tied for second in the Conference.<br /><br /><span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">BYU</span> also extended their winning streak to 27 victories, which ties them with Air Force for the second-longest active home win streak in the country.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">On Wednesday we head up North to face the arch-enemy and well hated University of Utah. I would say wish us luck, but I was told luck doesn't exist and besides ... I don't think the <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Cougs</span> need much luck. We are just awesome anyway. ... WE WON!</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span>BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-28034251835805327322007-01-22T17:34:00.001-07:002007-01-24T11:22:43.294-07:00Hakuna Matata has never been sung so greatly!<center><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aolArgs7ZmA"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aolArgs7ZmA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="500" height="350"></embed></object></center><br /><br />On the way home from spending the night in Provo and attending the BYU vs. San Diego State Men's Basketball game <a href="http://brookejean.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-for-fun.html"target="_blank">Brinley</a> decided to entertain herself for a good 15 minutes singing this song on repeat. Once again she managed to steal the spotlight and leave everyone in the car dying of laughter.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">P.s. I fixed the video!</span></span>BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-22853459645588204332007-01-12T13:17:00.000-07:002008-11-17T05:35:03.793-07:00Business Ethics, the famous Oxymoron<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6KuTl80aPZjk09-2uWr37Ed03gW0Al1_HnzCrjsf7ZnwEvT3lVaplFSWsgp9IhWH5X9XcasxZAbydsWuZ7bfFKJiRsW2pu9eEEJD5-MsRaEgNpn5Y8UeDqf_d_NBQLudsluUPw/s1600-h/Pictures+from+places+111.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6KuTl80aPZjk09-2uWr37Ed03gW0Al1_HnzCrjsf7ZnwEvT3lVaplFSWsgp9IhWH5X9XcasxZAbydsWuZ7bfFKJiRsW2pu9eEEJD5-MsRaEgNpn5Y8UeDqf_d_NBQLudsluUPw/s400/Pictures+from+places+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019276914110452162" border="0" /></a><br />Three questions you learn to know and love in the BYU social scene:<br /><br />1. What's your name?<br />2. Where are you from?<br />3. What's your major?<br /><br />I can answer the first one without breaking a sweat. The second question almost takes too much effort to explain. I usually answer with something like "I am from the Ogden area." Sometimes I can get away with that answer. Other times the interrogator insists I give a more specific location. I have several answers but my most common is "I'm from this place called Taylor. No, you haven't heard of it. It's Taylor, not taylorsville. I know you don't know where Taylor is because I grew up in Roy which is about 5 minutes away and I never knew it existed until I moved there. Even though I am from Taylor and I should have gone to Fremont, I went to Roy High because I grew up in Roy. The name of the person that you know from Roy probably sounds familiar to me but I probably don't know them. If you want to get really technical, Taylor isn't an "official" city because it doesn't have a postal office so I guess I could have just told you I live in West Ogden but I didn't want you to think I'm from the ghetto, because I'm not. I am in fact a country girl who has cows and horses for neighbors, and yes, my family owns horses. I also didn't want you to list off 15 people that you know that happen to be from Ogden that I know I won't know." Now if you thought that was bad, imagine what happens when they ask me my major.<br /><br />When I first applied to my program I was naive and believed that all majors were looked on equally. Boy was I wrong. "Yeah, I'm a business major." This answer gets several responses. My favorites include, but are not limited to a slight nod and raised eye brow as they say "so do you plan on having a family." Of course I do, but I wouldn't give them the benefit of such a simple answer so ... "Yeah, maybe when I'm 60 I'll adopt a child. Until then I plan on focusing completely on my career because I want to be a Junior Partner in a Fortune 500 company. If you are single with out kids you have a much easier time being a millionaire and I think that is what is most important in life. Besides, I am a feminazi and I don't really think a husband could contribute much in my life." Another response to my answer is said with a sarcastic "Oh, you're one of those." Yeah, I'm one of those. The "one of those" they are referring to is the people found in "The Great and Spacious Building". Just because we like to have our future in our hands and we love the feel of a dollar bill in our pocket doesn't mean us business majors are such bad people ... or are we?<br /><br />Here are the statitistics from my Business Ethics Class:<br /><br /> When asked "Did you cheat to get into Graduate School?"<br /><br /><p:colorscheme colors="#000066,#FFFFFF,#000000,#FFCC66,#FF9900,#000044,#3366FF,#FFFF00"> </p:colorscheme><div shape="_x0000_s1026"> <div class="O1" style=""><span style="font-size:156;"><span style="position: absolute; left: -4.13%;">–</span></span><span style="font-size:28;"><span style="font-size:100%;">43% Liberal Arts said yes<br />52% Education said yes<br />63% Law and Medicine said yes<br />AND NOW ... Drum roll please ....<br />75% of people in a Graduate Business Program said Yes to this question.<br />(The lawyers are even more ethical than "my type")<br /><br />Another appauling stat:<br />Convicts in 11 minimum security prisons had higher scores on an ethical dilemma exam than MBAs.<br /><br />And yet another:<br />76% of MBAs were willing to understate expenses that cut into their companies' profits..<br /><br />Let me be completely frank with you. I don't think there is anything wrong with having money. I don't think that people who want to make money so they can live comfortably have anything wrong with them. And I especially don't think that humanities majors have any special insight into whether my building and the "great and spacious building" have any connection. </span></span><span style="font-size:28;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So ... Yes, I am a business major and yes, I plan on being successful. And, even though, my major and my gender (since I have a strong interest in being able to buy as many shoes and clothes as possible) makes me more susceptible to ethical dillemas, doesn't mean I am already doomed to fail. In fact, until you come visit me in the state pen. for committing a major white collar crime and say "I told you so", I think it's fair to say I'm innocent until proven guilty.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:156;"><span style="position: absolute; left: -3.43%;">•</span></span><span style="font-size:28;"></span><span style="font-size:28;"> </span><div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O"> </div><br /><p:colorscheme colors="#000066,#FFFFFF,#000000,#FFCC66,#FF9900,#000044,#3366FF,#FFFF00"> </p:colorscheme> </div> <div class="O1" style=""><span style="font-size:156;"><span style="position: absolute; left: -4.13%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:28;"></span></div></div>BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-1168582959686009162007-01-11T23:14:00.000-07:002007-01-11T23:22:39.716-07:00Just for fun.Mostly I am posting this so my parents can see what a weird daughter they have. Yes dad, she wanted me to put the leash on her. In fact she cried when I tried to take it off so we could go home. If you ever want her to stay in one spot and behave, I suggest you use this method. It was the most calm I think I have seen her since she learned how to walk.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/979934/Brinley%20on%20a%20leash.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/400/963532/Brinley%20on%20a%20leash.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/909994/Brinley%21%21%21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/400/604109/Brinley%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/500019/Brinley%20on%20a%20leash1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/400/927177/Brinley%20on%20a%20leash1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/546235/Brinley%20on%20a%20leash%202.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/400/132461/Brinley%20on%20a%20leash%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/970456/Brinley%20on%20a%20leash%203.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/400/541927/Brinley%20on%20a%20leash%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/653521/Brinley%20on%20a%20leash4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/400/340309/Brinley%20on%20a%20leash4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/574309/Brinley%20on%20a%20leash5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/400/960467/Brinley%20on%20a%20leash5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-1166254526724841212006-12-16T00:02:00.000-07:002006-12-17T16:22:01.920-07:00Kicking Off Finals Week in StyleSo I don't know about you, but at the end of the semester you just need something to rejuvenate yourself and make you feel alive. Last night my two roommates, Desiree and Kendra, and I were able to feel a little bit younger and celebrate no more classes for the rest of the semester. <br /><br />It all started while sitting in our front room when I asked if we still had our garbage bag full of newspaper. Turns out the answer was yes. From there we decided we wanted paper shreddings, but how? At that moment I had a brilliant thought ... I have a heavy duty shredder at my work in the Kimball Tower on campus AND I own an "after hours" key to the building. So we dress in black and make our way to the SWKT. As we approach the building I notice a lock missing from one of the main doors to the building. I pulled and the door opened (turns out I didn't even need a key after all). Well we made our way to the 5th floor where we quickly discovered we had forgotten to grab paper to shred. SO we went back down to the main floor and dug through the "newspaper recyle bins" and we grabbed all the unread newspaper in the newspaper bins outside the building. After filling up a 40 gallon bag with cross-cut shredded newspaper we headed to the other shredder at my work (another 40 gallon bag) and grabbed it also. At this point we were feeling very sneaky and getting into this whole "prank" mode. <br /><br />About thirty minutes later we were standing outside a carefully selected apartment in our ward. We taped a sheet of plastic to the frame of the door and then filled it with newspaper. It was truly amazing ... <br /><br />Here is our sneaky adventure in progress:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/412078/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/320/81617/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20045.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><center>Digging through recycle bins for newspaper</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/957485/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20047.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/320/715694/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><center>Shredding the paper. (Probably my favorite part of the whole night!)</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/476540/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20052.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/320/263139/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><center> We have decided we are the closest thing to Charlie's Angels that exists! (Gorgeous, Sleak, Smooth and VERY VERY Sneaky!)</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/844450/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/320/678971/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/492405/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20053.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/320/563828/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><center>We are up to absolutely no good at all</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/650132/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20055.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/320/56414/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><center>The beginning of a beautiful masterpiece!</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/288044/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20056.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/320/638831/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><center>The final touches!</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/278219/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20058.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/320/223101/The%20end%20of%20Fall%20Semester%202006%20058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><center> The Work of Art is complete! </center><br /><br />As you can see we wrecked havok upon poor apartment #106. However, our prank was short lived as we soon discovered that Adam, one of the boys in 106, was actually not home at the time of our mischief so he came home and found it and took it down before it could fall all over their kitchen floor. But we did get to talk to Adam about how genius we are and we discovered that we have started something which may be way over our heads. Oh well ... let the prank war of the BYU 123rd ward begin! Bring it on!<br /><br />-Brooke JeanBrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-1164911558013545362006-11-30T10:42:00.000-07:002006-11-30T11:34:10.660-07:00BYU Police Beat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/1600/713533/BYU55Araujo800_600.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6129/3102/400/416133/BYU55Araujo800_600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> (Yes I know this picture has nothing to do with the article but I am basking in the glory days of BYU Basketball!)<br /><br />As some of you may know, the Daily Universe (BYU's Campus Newspaper) has a small section in it titled "Police Beat". The police beat reports on calls and other incidents reported to campus security. Here is the Police beat for today:<br /><br /><center><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">POLICE BEAT</span></span></center><br /><br /><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tip of the Week</span></center><br />It is common this time of year to find an iced-over windshield when getting in your car to leave somewhere. While nobody likes to scrape a windshield or wait for it to thaw, it is important to take the time to properly de-ice a windshield before driving anywhere to prevent avoidable accidents.<br /><br /><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">Criminal Mischief</span></center><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Nov.21 - </span>Several residents of Heritage Halls made and detonated an explosive device, causing a small fire. No permanent damage was done and the responsible parties have been identified.<br /><br /><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">Property Damage</span></center><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Nov.21 - </span>A female student attempted to get the attention of two male students passing by Fox Hall in Heritage Halls by tapping on the glass window of the lobby. The female student shattered the window with her tapping.<br /><br /><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">Suspicious Activity</span></center><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Nov.20 - </span>A female student thought she was being followed by an older male near the Richards Building. The student reported the incident to University Police, who were unable to locate the subject.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Nov.20 - </span>A student reported a suspicious package on the ground between the Nicholes and Widtsoe Buildings. Upon investigation it was found an employee had left the package, full of equipment, unattended between the buildings.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Nov.24 - </span>An individual in Deseret Towers reported five suspicious men playing pool in the lobby of one of the halls. Upon investigation it was found the men were simply students playing pool with their girlfriends.<br /><br />-Brooke JeanBrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-1163279812355255892006-11-11T13:58:00.000-07:002006-11-11T14:17:09.180-07:00My Michigan Adventure<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/1600/Michigan%20029.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/400/Michigan%20029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>So as it turns out going to bed at 3:00am and waking up at 6:30am can actually be fun! I was able to spend last week in Grand Rapids, Michigan, campaigning for the prospective senator Mike Bouchard and hopeful governor Dick Devos. We knocked on doors for hours at a time encouraging people to go out and vote. As soon as the sun went down we headed back to the headquarters and started making phone calls reminding everyone that election day was on tuesday. We did this til about 9:00pm and then we tallied up all our statistics and went out and put up Bouchard, Devos, Land, and Cox signs all over the city. Then we went to bed and started all over again. <br /> <br />Lucky for me, I was able to slip away for awhile and go out and see a bit of Michigan. Turns out, even though it is bitter cold, it's a gorgeous place (minus the lack of mountains). The thing that I thought was the most amazing was the many beautiful churchs they had all over the state. I could have spent an entire week just going around looking at them all. <br /><br />While in Michigan I was also able to learn a few things about hot tubs, Arthur Vandenberg, and complete and total defeat. Yes, not only did our republican senator lose by 13 points but the wealthy business man Dick Devos lost as well. And then to make matters worse we watched as the democrats took over the house and took many of the republican senators spots throughout the nation. Talk about a kick in the pants. Anyway, it was an awesome experience that I would never take back and I even made some great friends along the way.<br /><br />Chrissy, Janessa, Allison, Becca, Eric W., Eric H., Jarom, and Lauren were amazing people to work with and Kit and Clint will hopefully be forgiven someday for scaring my mom half to death. Other than that ... I miss Michigan but I'm sure glad to get some sleep at night. Oh and if any of you want to know anything about Proposition 2 ... I know ALL about it!<br /><br />Brooke JeanBrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-1159806555119753762006-10-02T08:48:00.000-07:002006-10-02T09:29:15.176-07:00Life After School Began<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/1600/Friends%20at%20Chelle%27s.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/320/Friends%20at%20Chelle%27s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> So now that I am writing 10 page single space papers, reading 56 pages per class each night, and sitting through 9 hours of class each day I have found it rather difficult to find anything of interest to write about. My options have been the basics of financial management, the fundamentals of strategic management, maybe a little about work and relationships in the home, and most boring of all the class that I can't even remember what it's called. <br /><br />But I managed to put some creativity into this mundane life of mine. Two weekends ago I was able to go to a BBQ with a bunch of friends from high school. We remembered some good times and caught up on the lives we have all been living. Michelle and Lance were recently married, Rachel just had her first baby, Jenny came down from Washington to visit for her Dad's 50th birthday while her husband was on business in Alaska, Kjersty is going to school at Weber State now and working at a donut place in Ogden(I can never remember the name ... sorry Kj), Robyn is working at Flying J and dating a great guy named Kevin, Heather left her husband and the baby home and let me know she is moving up quickly at her job, Alyssa is working at Wal-Mart and looking for a good guy to start dating. hmmm .... I think that sums up the majority of the stuff my friends are occupying their lives with. I took a bunch of pictures while hanging out with them, so here they are:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/1600/Girls%20at%20chelle%27s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/320/Girls%20at%20chelle%27s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> <center>Heather, Robyn, Alyssa, Kjersty, Michelle, Jenny and of course ME!</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/1600/Jen%2C%20Ben%2C%20and%20Me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/320/Jen%2C%20Ben%2C%20and%20Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> <center> My favorite friend who lives in Washington and Ben hoping I had aimed the camera so that he wasn't in it! oops! </center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/1600/Me%20and%20Alyssa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/320/Me%20and%20Alyssa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> <center>My favorite Wal-Mart employee ... she is the only good I can find in the company!</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/1600/They%20all%20look%20crazy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/320/They%20all%20look%20crazy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><center>The funniest part about this picture is that I took it when no one was paying attention and they are all doing something odd ... to put it nicely</center><br /><br />Anyway, Thanks Michelle and Lance for giving me a reason to come see you guys I had a blast! To the rest of you I hope to see you all VERY soon!BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-1159461210207168192006-09-28T09:22:00.000-07:002006-09-28T09:56:29.766-07:00My Sister is Queen!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/1600/Some%20pictures%20080.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/400/Some%20pictures%20080.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> <center>Brinley is doing her "I Love You" sign!</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/1600/Some%20pictures%20094.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/400/Some%20pictures%20094.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> <center> Just a little innocent sibling rivalry </center><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/1600/Some%20pictures%20081.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/400/Some%20pictures%20081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> <center> Brinley, her trophy that's as tall as her, her crown, and her sash ... NO, I'm not jealous! ;)</center><br /><br /><br />So this past week my little sister won Queen Miss Hawaiian Tropic (The sunscreen) for her age division at our local mall. Now she gets to compete in a tri-state competition in Draper, Utah and if she wins that she will get to go to Canada for a week and compete there. (I haven't even ever been out of the U.S. - Canada and Mexico included - man I wish my mom would have "exploited" me at such a young age). Anyway, I don't have any of the pictures of how cute she looked that day because my mom doesn't know how to get the pictures from her camera to a computer to an email to me! But I just wanted to brag about how awesome my baby sister is!BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-1158618672837041172006-09-18T13:45:00.000-07:002006-09-18T15:31:12.923-07:00I hang with the big boys!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/1600/Finally%20pics%20for%20blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/320/Finally%20pics%20for%20blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Ummm ... I just wanted to brag about my sighting of Maverick from Top Gun and that he let me take his picture!!! He is actually looking just as young and energetic as he did when the movie first came out!BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-1158337509785594052006-09-17T00:56:00.000-07:002006-09-17T01:01:46.556-07:00I know I'm not supposed to get rides from strangers BUT ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/1600/BYU%20Picture.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/400/BYU%20Picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I go to BYU! So if my mom reads this blog she will probably spaz and drive straight down here to Provo and give me a huge talk about how I am not supposed to talk to strangers and then at the end add how important it is to make friends, but here is the story about getting rides from strangers.<br /><br />So I live a good twenty minute walk from campus and since my <a herf="http://brookejean.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-car-is-epitome-of-disappointment.html"blank=_"target">car </a> is no longer working for me every once in a while I have to get to school the old fashion way - one step at a time. Well, on Friday I started on my adventure and decided I would time how long it took to get to school so I would know for next time when I was rushing to get to class. <br /><br />After about 3 blocks a car stopped and asked me if I would like a ride. I asked them if they were headed to campus and they mentioned they were heading to the engineering building so I hestitated, quickly went over every lesson I've ever learned growing up, realized there was no candy involved and made the assessment that the situation was safe. Besides, I didn't have a "bad" feeling about it and I was wearing cute high heels so I knew if I walked the entire way I would be taping bandaids to my feet again. <br /><br />I got to campus in record time, said a gazillion thank-yous and watched the stranger drive away in the distance. Shortly after getting out of the car I realized what an idiot I was. I have always been taught to be careful and avoid situations that could lead to trouble ... so what if they weren't bribing me to get in the car with some lollipops ... so what if my feet were in danger of yet another scab ... so what if I would get to school 15 minutes faster. Now I am kicking myself in the head thinking what an idiot I am and yet at the same time I am wondering if I would do it again. I am always wanting to stop and ask people if they want rides to campus because I know how it feels to have to walk so far. I guess it would be harder for me to say yes to people if they weren't so clean cut, nice, normal looking people in such a "good" place. <br /><br />So mom, just so you know ... I don't usually get rides from strangers. I would say no to a stranger if I was in places such as Seattle, Ogden, Roy, Detroit, New York City, etc. yes, I will always be looking for the "bad" feeling before accepting a ride with strangers in Provo and no, I cannot gaurantee that if offered I will not accept a ride from another complete stranger, sorry! I guess I just have to say, Thank goodness for the Utah Valley Bubble!BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29182552.post-1158007005072217052006-09-12T09:28:00.000-07:002006-09-12T09:29:12.443-07:00My car is the epitome of disappointment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/1600/my%20car.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6129/3102/400/my%20car.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />This should be a short and simple post - mostly a warning of my possible sour mood.<br /><br />I have retired my Dodge Neon as of 9:14am on Monday September 11, 2006. On Tuesday the 5th of September I gave it the benefit of doubt and put $33.00 of gas into my car so that it could brake down about 4 minutes later. It has started and died several times since then but my dad came down to Provo on Saturday and helped me fill up all the fluids and said he thought it would work for at least a little while longer. I think the clinking, high-pitched squeels, the leaking anti-freeze, and then the ultimate death of my car were all signs that he was wrong. I would consider fixing it ... but in all honesty I hate that mutilated little piece of crap and I don't think putting even ten more dollars into that car will be worth it. And so .. It will sit in my apartment complex parking lot until I can get my parents to come back and take it off my hands. <br /><br />Goodbye my half painted, rusting, broken down, unreliable, accident prone little car. I hope your time at the dump is as full of laughs and good times as the last 4 and a half years have been with me running you into the ground!BrookeJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467414526690166373noreply@blogger.com1