<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323</id><updated>2012-01-25T14:05:14.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brittles and Jay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-1001118552316640036</id><published>2011-12-13T15:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:38:01.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcastic Magic 8 Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Vh0HXHDK-U/Tufg7LvCUHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/EyWOIoi_wU8/s1600/Sarcastic%2B8%2BBall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685760361945518194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Vh0HXHDK-U/Tufg7LvCUHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/EyWOIoi_wU8/s320/Sarcastic%2B8%2BBall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pretty much the best thing that has ever been invented. I don't remember anyone calling me for the rights to all my favorite phrases though ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In Your Dreams&lt;br /&gt;-Get a Clue&lt;br /&gt;-You've got to be Kidding&lt;br /&gt;-Who Cares&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah, and I'm the Pope!&lt;br /&gt;-Oh, Please&lt;br /&gt;-Not&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc, etc, etc .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For this and many other delightful Christmas gift ideas (these went to my coworkers, so they can have a little piece of me wherever they go), go to &lt;a href="http://www.officeplayground.com/"&gt;www.officeplayground.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think I might love that site more than Facebook. Yup. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-1001118552316640036?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/1001118552316640036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=1001118552316640036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/1001118552316640036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/1001118552316640036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2011/12/sarcastic-magic-8-ball.html' title='Sarcastic Magic 8 Ball'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Vh0HXHDK-U/Tufg7LvCUHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/EyWOIoi_wU8/s72-c/Sarcastic%2B8%2BBall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-1505433255875424664</id><published>2011-02-25T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T14:39:43.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Beckham on The Ellen Degeneres Show</title><content type='html'>This is one of the most hilarious things I've seen in a long time, I couldn't NOT share it.  Besides being entertaining because David Beckham is really pretty, he's also really funny.  How he kept a straight face is beyond me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bqSSHT1HG1c?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-1505433255875424664?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/1505433255875424664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=1505433255875424664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/1505433255875424664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/1505433255875424664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2011/02/david-beckham-on-ellen-degeneres-show.html' title='David Beckham on The Ellen Degeneres Show'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bqSSHT1HG1c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-6634952514239954312</id><published>2011-02-07T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:35:44.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Yep, world's worst blogger right here. So instead of being a better blogger (I just don't think it'll happen), I'm going to do one big post of the things I haven't mentioned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went to DC with the family in November, which was FANTASTIC. My family is a blast and my parents were the sweetest to take us all on their vacation with them (in celebration of my dad's 50th birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TVCXl41fQwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xCCoYBvGVFk/s1600/Wash%2BDC.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571119416224989954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TVCXl41fQwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xCCoYBvGVFk/s320/Wash%2BDC.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- We got a new dog! Her name is Minnie (her previous owners, big Disney fans, named her after Minnie Mouse, they weren't being ironic - though that would be kind of funny). She's an english mastiff and she's SO sweet! Aside from one bad incident (which we should have expected when we tried to give 2 dogs 1 ham bone and think that they'd share), she and Cali are getting along great. They seem to be having a lot of fun playing during the day because Jay and I come home from work to two exhausted dogs, which is fine with me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TVCbu8fZH4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/wrMfyb_n4Is/s1600/Cali%2Band%2BMinnie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571123969871388546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TVCbu8fZH4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/wrMfyb_n4Is/s320/Cali%2Band%2BMinnie.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Harper (the cutest niece ever) turned 1!! We were lucky enough to get to spend her first birthday with her in Utah and it was a blast! I may have gone a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; overboard with the gifts (she got more than Jay did between Christmas and her birthday) but it's just too much fun buying cute little presents and watching her open them. I just can't get enough of that little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TVCcENOv71I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Z2Nxr35ZoLw/s1600/Harper%2BBirthday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571124335142235986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TVCcENOv71I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Z2Nxr35ZoLw/s320/Harper%2BBirthday.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jay was AWESOME and had a new stereo and sub installed in my car for my 25th birthday. And yes, the first thing I played in it was Eminem so I was that weird preppy girl driving down the street blasting music with lots of bass in my Hyundai Elantra. Oh well. I enjoyed my new system for a grand total of 2 days before I did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TVCc3l0W9OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Tl8qonhPyPQ/s1600/Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571125217915761890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TVCc3l0W9OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Tl8qonhPyPQ/s320/Car.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not the best way to celebrate, I know. I rear ended a car on the freeway (someone a couple cars ahead was cut off so we all slammed on our breaks and I hit a truck). I'm not injured, was able to drive my car home (with the air bag light on-made me nervous) so it could have been worse, but if you're looking for me around town, you better keep your eyes pealed for my loaner old school Honda Civic with no radio. I'll get my car back in about 10 days so all in all, it's not too bad.&lt;/p&gt;I think that covers most of the major things ... Hopefully I'll get better at blogging regularly but until then ... Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-6634952514239954312?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/6634952514239954312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=6634952514239954312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/6634952514239954312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/6634952514239954312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2011/02/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TVCXl41fQwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xCCoYBvGVFk/s72-c/Wash%2BDC.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-3305459795726053565</id><published>2010-12-20T17:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:28:08.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh ...</title><content type='html'>I just want to officially state on record that I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; WILL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be paying or bribing someone to wrap my Christmas gifts next year because this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TRACgChpy0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/OQqNqcU346k/s1600/Presents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552941090004912962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TRACgChpy0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/OQqNqcU346k/s320/Presents.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is just not attractive. Bah Humbug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-3305459795726053565?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/3305459795726053565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=3305459795726053565' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/3305459795726053565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/3305459795726053565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2010/12/ugh.html' title='Ugh ...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TRACgChpy0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/OQqNqcU346k/s72-c/Presents.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-830381178793017664</id><published>2010-07-19T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:44:55.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear ...</title><content type='html'>I think I'm behaving like an "I act like my dog is a human" person today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand my dog is a dog and she doesn't have all of the same needs a human child would, but I'm still a little sad to have to leave my puppy child home next week while Jay and I go on vacation to Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found her the best possible people to stay with (Mike and Nikki you are GEMS) but ... how could I not feel bad leaving this sweet little face at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETGPlP5CFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O8gegRK1r3k/s1600/Cali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495735416297949266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETGPlP5CFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O8gegRK1r3k/s320/Cali.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETGmgidzVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/r3zChoTvPNU/s1600/Cali+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495735810170670418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETGmgidzVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/r3zChoTvPNU/s320/Cali+2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETGxpOxa2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/tmqZnEXknfg/s1600/Cali+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495736001482550114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETGxpOxa2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/tmqZnEXknfg/s320/Cali+3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-830381178793017664?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/830381178793017664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=830381178793017664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/830381178793017664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/830381178793017664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2010/07/tear.html' title='Tear ...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETGPlP5CFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/O8gegRK1r3k/s72-c/Cali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-6767632240930575488</id><published>2010-07-09T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T13:57:07.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Mona</title><content type='html'>I could make excuses for not blogging but ... I was just lazy. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I've been saving these pictures, fully intending to post about the absolute insanity that is my husband's home town. When Jay and I were dating, he would tell me stories about high school and the "creative" ways they came up with to pass the time due to the lack of things to do in Mona. I thought he was kidding about how tiny this place is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a trip out so I could have the "grand tour." It took us about 10 minutes to hit all the high points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we exited the freeway, we were greeted by this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TDex2OE72vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-TP6AuYYgCA/s1600/Welcome+to+Mona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492053815651457778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TDex2OE72vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-TP6AuYYgCA/s320/Welcome+to+Mona.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I not get excited about a trip that starts with a sign displaying Majestic Mt Nebo? We then drove by the post offices, both new and old. The old building, I don't have a picture of (basically a little one room house that the city used). The new one though ... what a beauty ... and so spacious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TDeyd3BdnPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hn-MHRgYi2w/s1600/Post+Office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492054496657644786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TDeyd3BdnPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hn-MHRgYi2w/s320/Post+Office.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next we checked out the fire station (also new):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TDey1aBZHRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MHts1le8LAo/s1600/Fire+Station.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492054901189582098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TDey1aBZHRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MHts1le8LAo/s320/Fire+Station.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We finished our journey with a stop at the gas station to pick up a refreshing beverage. I, again, though Jay was kidding when he said he would get me a Wild Cherry Pepsi "if they have it." Gas stations in the "big city" of Pleasant Grove where I had lived most recently have every option of beverage and car snack available. Drinks in varying sizes and flavors, fountain and bottle, endless selections of sunflower seeds, jerkey and chips. So when we pulled up to this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TDezgBPWfeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WD52kldu6Hw/s1600/Gas+Station.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492055633271619042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TDezgBPWfeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WD52kldu6Hw/s320/Gas+Station.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was a little shocked. I started to believe that Jay was perhaps not kidding and I might have to settle for the root beer that I had considered as a second choice. Too bad Brittany ... Coke, Pepsi (they DID have both diet and regular), Sprite and water are your options in Mona. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was a little irritated that we made the trip for a diet coke and view of a 20 square foot post office until I saw something so ancient, I would have sworn I hit my head and went back in time:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TDe0CiC48CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vfB8M4P48B8/s1600/Gas+Station+Pumps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492056226193272866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TDe0CiC48CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vfB8M4P48B8/s320/Gas+Station+Pumps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, old school gas pumps, my friends. People in Mona don't need credit card slots, audio ads playing on digital screens, car wash options or even multiple levels of fuel. They enjoy the chats they have with the gas station owners as they come outside with a screw driver to turn the dial on the gas pump back to zero and take double the hard earned cash that would be paid in an average size city for the base quality fuel available.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That sight made the whole trip worth it. Does it really get any better? No wonder people live in small towns. My eyes have been opened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-6767632240930575488?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/6767632240930575488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=6767632240930575488' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/6767632240930575488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/6767632240930575488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-my-mona.html' title='Oh My Mona'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TDex2OE72vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-TP6AuYYgCA/s72-c/Welcome+to+Mona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-4128736570891424949</id><published>2009-06-25T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:13:50.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SkQC9SDjQlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8x2lGnOEm5w/s1600-h/Michael+Jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351405509064999506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SkQC9SDjQlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8x2lGnOEm5w/s320/Michael+Jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So it's finally been confirmed ... Michael Jackson is dead.  Tragic day.  He didn't even get to have his "comeback" tour - he was less than a month away from his first concert. While I was absolutely shocked by the news, is it horrible that the part of the CNN story I dwelled on is the portion that mentions his childrens' names? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jackson is the seventh of nine children in a well-known musical family. He has three children, Prince Michael I, Paris and Prince Michael II."  Holy crap.  Who names ONE of their kids Prince Michael, let alone two? Anyone else find this odd? I almost think it's worse than George Forman naming all of his sons George. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, Megan (my sister - who is pregnant by the way - YAY!), I am officially okay with Lincoln as a name for my future nephew (although I'm still keeping my fingers crossed that I get a niece). So long as the child's name does not contain Prince or George, I'm a happy camper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-4128736570891424949?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/4128736570891424949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=4128736570891424949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/4128736570891424949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/4128736570891424949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael.html' title='RIP Michael'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SkQC9SDjQlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8x2lGnOEm5w/s72-c/Michael+Jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-4706751004973688304</id><published>2009-04-06T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:14:48.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I know you're wondering ...</title><content type='html'>There were no holes drilled in my ceiling, thank heavens! That line of questioning was just to throw me off.  I came home to a clean house, laundry put away, dvd player upstairs, flowers and a very sweet poem. Can't beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I promise I'll do a real post soon ... Just lacking the creativity lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-4706751004973688304?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/4706751004973688304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=4706751004973688304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/4706751004973688304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/4706751004973688304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-i-know-youre-wondering.html' title='Because I know you&apos;re wondering ...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-1780713798258197490</id><published>2009-04-02T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:27:35.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Should I be nervous that my husband just asked me not to be home until at least 8 because he is installing something as a surprise and asked "Is it ok if I drill holes in the ceiling?"  Odd question. I'm a little afraid. Just sayin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-1780713798258197490?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/1780713798258197490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=1780713798258197490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/1780713798258197490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/1780713798258197490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-7687262467495482564</id><published>2009-02-25T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:00:06.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap</title><content type='html'>My dog is huge. She is only 4 and a half months old and she now weighs SIXTY POUNDS! We measure her once a month and in one month she grew at least 5 inches in height! But she's still adorably clumsy, as all puppies should be. Here are a couple of new pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SaXaucCHbWI/AAAAAAAAADs/9FdGF0UCHdY/s1600-h/Calypso2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306888227259903330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SaXaucCHbWI/AAAAAAAAADs/9FdGF0UCHdY/s320/Calypso2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306886454747280546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SaXZHQ6LNKI/AAAAAAAAADk/9gehHs0vGNo/s320/Calypso1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jay has now taught her to sit and stay on command, which she does (most of the time) and we are THRILLED that she has learned something! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is very cuddly, which I love, but sometimes she gets random spurts of energy and she'll sprint lighting-fast laps around our tv room - it's a riot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has recently discovered a love of running outside (she used to hate it - too much snow and cold) so we take her out whenever we can. Our giant puppy has also met a new little neighbor friend, a dog about a third her size, and it's funny to see them run around and play. Caly still hasn't figured out how big she is, so the little dog gets trampled a bit when they're running around. They both seem pretty happy, though, so we just let them be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, this dog is pretty much the best gift I've ever gotten and for the most part (she still has her naughty puppy moments) she is a ton of fun to have around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-7687262467495482564?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/7687262467495482564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=7687262467495482564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/7687262467495482564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/7687262467495482564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SaXaucCHbWI/AAAAAAAAADs/9FdGF0UCHdY/s72-c/Calypso2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-6461362790830449852</id><published>2009-02-11T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:48:16.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the things you blog about when you don't feel like typing a long post ...</title><content type='html'>Alright, I actually do have things in my life to blog about - birthday, family, etc, but I'm not really in the mood to type a long post and it would probably end up being mind numbingly dull if I did because I'm not feeling even slightly creative right now. So ... this is what you get until I run into one of those random "wow I'm feeling clever, I think I'll write a cute blog" moods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to your documents/pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to your 6th file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to your 6th picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 6 people to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SZL_wR5Zb3I/AAAAAAAAADM/MwI-iqQvRp8/s1600-h/Motorcycle+Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301580916271443826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SZL_wR5Zb3I/AAAAAAAAADM/MwI-iqQvRp8/s320/Motorcycle+Wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture.  I don't love that the photographer forgot how to spell my name ... but I love the picture.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And let me tell you, getting onto a motorcycle in a wedding dress is not as easy as it may seem.  (I know you were looking at this thinking, wow, that looks simple and comfortable ... )  I was terrified I was going to rip my dress or get it dirty or something and we were nowhere near finished with the photography portion of the day.  Luckily, 15 minutes and no incidents later ... We ended up with some really cute (and original, in my opinion) wedding pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way yes ... That is the real color of Jay's suit.  It was his one request and what kind of person would I be if I didn't let him have a lime green zoot suit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I'm not big on tagging.  I don't like the pressure.  So if you'd like to do this, go for it.  I'll definitely read it.  But if you don't, I won't hate you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-6461362790830449852?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/6461362790830449852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=6461362790830449852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/6461362790830449852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/6461362790830449852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-things-you-blog-about-when-you-dont.html' title='Oh the things you blog about when you don&apos;t feel like typing a long post ...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SZL_wR5Zb3I/AAAAAAAAADM/MwI-iqQvRp8/s72-c/Motorcycle+Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-5210197582528516355</id><published>2009-01-06T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:22:54.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Tired ...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what the deal is, but after having 2 short weeks, I'm having such a hard time getting back into the swing of things! All I want to do is take a nap. I'm thinking I just got too used to reduced work weeks.  Any ideas on how to get my momentum back? I'm tired of being tired! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-5210197582528516355?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/5210197582528516355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=5210197582528516355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/5210197582528516355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/5210197582528516355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-tired.html' title='Too Tired ...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-7750792621812521139</id><published>2008-12-24T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:41:23.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Cute Baby</title><content type='html'>My husband is probably the sweetest man ever. We have been talking since before we got married about getting a dog, but we were planning to wait until March or April to get one. Well ... my cute hubby decided to surprise me with one for my birthday (end of January) so he started looking into it more this month. He found a great deal on the type of dog I wanted so he surprised me even earlier. I came home from my Christmas dinner with the girls on saturday to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SVJqyP19bXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/D5L90aYxa-0/s1600-h/Calypso+and+Jay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283402724337872242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SVJqyP19bXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/D5L90aYxa-0/s320/Calypso+and+Jay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't she cute?! She's a great dane puppy, 11 weeks old. We named her Calypso and we call her Caly for short. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has been so much fun to have at home!! She is, in true puppy fashion, very playful and clumsy but she is also very sweet and cuddley. We're crazy about her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SVJrXXIjBKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Voew8M6Ek3c/s1600-h/Calypso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283403361950041250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SVJrXXIjBKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Voew8M6Ek3c/s320/Calypso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so excited to see her get bigger .... and bigger and bigger. She's too sweet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-7750792621812521139?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/7750792621812521139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=7750792621812521139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/7750792621812521139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/7750792621812521139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-cute-baby.html' title='Our Cute Baby'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SVJqyP19bXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/D5L90aYxa-0/s72-c/Calypso+and+Jay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-741419356159063683</id><published>2008-11-18T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:07:11.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Married Friends</title><content type='html'>Let me preface this post by saying that I LOVE all of my friends' children who are male. They are all very sweet and fun and I'm thrilled you have them. (Or if you're pregnant with a boy, I will love your child and I'm in no way disappointed in you or upset with your baby's gender.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the love of pete, will someone PLEASE get pregnant with a girl? I see cute little girl baby things all the time - bows, head bands, dresses, shoes, jewelry - and I am unable to purchase them for any of my friends because ... quite frankly ... it would be a little sad to see a baby boy in a ruffled lacy church dress and matching bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, all the cute little girl names I hear about are completely wasted on boys and I'm running out of cute boy name suggestions (I'm only one person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave you with this plea ... If you're considering trying for a child or have already decided to try to become pregnant, THINK PINK and the rewards will be endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-741419356159063683?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/741419356159063683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=741419356159063683' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/741419356159063683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/741419356159063683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2008/11/calling-all-married-friends.html' title='Calling All Married Friends'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-8447413089535386006</id><published>2008-11-05T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:36:15.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Query</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, Jay and I were driving to a friend's house and had to stop to fill up my car with gas. While the gas was pumping, I happened to glance up and see this sticker and noticed a moment later that the same sticker was on all of the pumps at this particular gas station: (the last word says Approval-not really important but just thought I'd throw that in there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SRIBzKEc7OI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q4wiLZwJiGA/s1600-h/Gas+Station+Sticker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265272892737514722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SRIBzKEc7OI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q4wiLZwJiGA/s200/Gas+Station+Sticker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I immediately started cracking up, amazed that someone would make that mistake. I look over to the other side of the car only to see that Jay isn't laughing. Apparently, I have an odd sense of humor that makes me crack up when I see publicly posted gramatical errors. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After realizing that my hilarious discovery was in fact ... not that hilarious to my dear husband, I immediately set my sights on finding someone who would be as amused as I was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We arrived at our friends house and I shared with them the once-thought funny photo taken of the sticker. Again .... no amusement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I showed it to my family the following Sunday afternoon and finally received the laughter that I was hoping for from the start. (Almost a full week later)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my question ... Is it really that weird that I'm so amused by the mistake of others (seriously, does no one proof read anymore before putting signs and stickers up at their place of work?) or did I just happen to show it to the wrong people? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-8447413089535386006?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/8447413089535386006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=8447413089535386006' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/8447413089535386006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/8447413089535386006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2008/11/query.html' title='Query'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SRIBzKEc7OI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q4wiLZwJiGA/s72-c/Gas+Station+Sticker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-7603734334136966675</id><published>2008-10-27T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:25:19.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAW</title><content type='html'>So at our house, every Monday night, instead of just football or a movie or another activity, we do something pretty unique. It took me a while to get used to it, but after months of practice and countless hours of endurance, I’m not sure whether I’m proud or ashamed to say … I am now used to and actually enjoy Monday Night RAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you unfamiliar with RAW, it’s 2 full hours of action-packed, sweat-filled choreographed wrestling. Now the participants of this thrilling event are not your average men and women. No no … They are pumped full of steroids and work out in a gym more in a week than I do in a year. (Ok, so sure, I work out less than your average person but just making a point, these people are insane.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SQZoqUUEFdI/AAAAAAAAACc/I0jY7dp_2js/s1600-h/RAW1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262008290845660626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SQZoqUUEFdI/AAAAAAAAACc/I0jY7dp_2js/s320/RAW1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re still not sure you’ve ever seen RAW (or one of its equivalents like ECW or Smackdown), it’s the same activity that men like The Rock and Hulk Hogan made a surprisingly good living doing for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching it simply to appease my cute husband, boyfriend at the time. But I was shocked the other day to find that I was actually looking forward to Monday night to find out what will happen with my favorite characters on RAW. I think it’s kind of a more masculine version of a soap opera – Jay even calls it his “stories.” I even got angry when my favorite of all characters, Triple H (picture below – no spring chicken, but I think he’s as real as anyone gets on that show), was traded to Smackdown, another “branch” of WWE, which airs on Fridays. You’d be amazed how quickly this show sucks you in. I never thought I’d see the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SQZpOWtuSJI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZlnGqn3xc-o/s1600-h/RAW2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262008909965445266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SQZpOWtuSJI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZlnGqn3xc-o/s320/RAW2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SQZoV9CXtkI/AAAAAAAAACU/P59uxSisfVM/s1600-h/RAW2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story: Be careful what you do to make your spouse happy because you might end up addicted to cheesy fake-o wrestling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-7603734334136966675?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/7603734334136966675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=7603734334136966675' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/7603734334136966675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/7603734334136966675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2008/10/raw.html' title='RAW'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SQZoqUUEFdI/AAAAAAAAACc/I0jY7dp_2js/s72-c/RAW1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-129992740113244023</id><published>2008-09-18T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:03:38.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SNKhuREh2cI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c09PEQphz_E/s1600-h/Lance+MTC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247434332068501954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SNKhuREh2cI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c09PEQphz_E/s320/Lance+MTC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just say I probably have the coolest brother ever? He seriously cracks me up. And even though I'm horrible about writing him (although when I do write, I try to make it extra fun to make up for my terrible lack of consistent contact), he continues to send our family a sweet, informative and usually hilarious email each week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would not believe the things he does out in Maryland (on his mission). Swinging on tree vines (very Tarzan-esque), catching snapping turtles, walking 15 miles a day with his companion and oh yes, icing on the cake, they sure did shoot and kill a dove with a slingshot and proceed to skin and EAT it. EW. That's just wrong! I have pictures if you don't believe it, just ask. And yet ... I really wasn't that surprised when I found out. haha. It was very ... Lance. (Not the animal cruelty, just the doing of bizarre and unexpected activities.) We love him for his craziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know - You only wish your brother was as good as mine. Too bad. I'm not trading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-129992740113244023?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/129992740113244023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=129992740113244023' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/129992740113244023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/129992740113244023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2008/09/hes-just-fun.html' title='He&apos;s Just Fun'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/SNKhuREh2cI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c09PEQphz_E/s72-c/Lance+MTC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157714501453784323.post-2173807638861815712</id><published>2008-09-12T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:38:56.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright - I realize this is how everyone's first blog is but ... Who am I to break tradition? I have finally succumbed to the threats of my blogger friends and family and have created a &lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;. You will be thrilled and amused as I post the extremely wild and crazy details of our lives and activities. Movies watched ... Weekend trips ... What I made for dinner last Tuesday ... the sheer excitement of our lives will shock and astound you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stay tuned and prepare to be amazed ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5157714501453784323-2173807638861815712?l=brittlesandjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/feeds/2173807638861815712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5157714501453784323&amp;postID=2173807638861815712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/2173807638861815712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5157714501453784323/posts/default/2173807638861815712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlesandjay.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go ...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09469539627660664300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqKImIAh_XU/TETcfD4aCPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/FBUr9YIe38E/S220/Me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
