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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">First, we arrive at the Salt Lake City Airport at 6:30 a.m. Mom, me, Haley, Hannah and Hyrum all fly to Las Vegas together thinking we will all get on the flight to Hawaii. The turn out- Haley, Hannah and Brynn watch Las Vegas from a window 'til 1 a.m. Monday. Hyrum and Mom fly straight into Honolulu, Oahu. I know, the things we suffer. Going to Hawaii is hard enough, but staying there for years... no, no, no. It was actually a party! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Brother Breton joins us at 8 p.m. We play Scum, Golf, Speed Scrabble, Egyptian Ratscrew, BS, listen to songs on Breton's fancy Iphone... It couldn't have been better. Just when we thought it couldn't get more fun (just as we realized our snacks were long-gone) Breton discovered the U.S.O. This is a place where all Army soldiers and relatives can get all-u-can-eat vending machine food, fall asleep to movies in a big, dark room full of sleeping bundles of old Army guys, go on the internet, play xbox, get a supply of razors, tooth brushes, tooth paste, lotions, shampoo, etc. from the donated stash and more. This place felt like a Disney Land to travelers like ourselves. We came back to sleep after we all missed our flight to Hawaii at 1am Monday morning. But, don't worry, we got on a flight to L.A. at\/\//\/\/\/\/</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">We have an underwater case for our GoPro camera, so Breton suction cupped it to the front of his paddle board for the entire ride! Therefore, the video's are extremely long- they make me sea sick. If you don't want to watch all 23 minutes of this ocean, I can help you skip to the good parts! He films a turtle swimming under the water! It's the coolest part! He doesn't show it in this, but he tried to catch it when it came really close to him. The camera may be extremely wiggly because he was trying not to fall off his board.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>12:45 </b>The GoPro films a school of big fish deep down </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>13:10 </b>Breton sees the turtle for the first time! It's so cool, please watch!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>MUHALO!!</b> Have a great day! <b>Love, Brynnie</b></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">This is one of my boyfriends, <span style="font-size: small;">Chayce Monsen:)</span> He turns 4 today! </span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I would play with these boys over any one of my friends on the weekends! Sorry, guys. Landon and Chayce are like little teenagers. They'll even show up at my friends houses if we're doing chores at my house and can't play:) One time I was teasing Landon, telling him that monsters <i>were </i>real, and he told me, "No! Heavenly Father made no real monsters!!":) When my friends write me notes at school they write, "Dear Blynn" because Chayse can't say Brynn. I love it! It's too bad he's learning how to talk better:) I still need pictures of my best friend, Cambry- their little sister. But she's always the "nap-captain" when the boys come over to play (that's the name of whoever's taking a nap- I think that is so cute!). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">You should be jealous you don't have as cute of boyfriends as I do:)</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907293285107905046.post-6193216353660457132012-05-22T08:04:00.000-07:002012-05-22T08:04:18.741-07:00"It's ficticious!"I almost disciplined myself and actually attempted to finish my website for photography- the darn internet's too slow to download a thing anyways, Mr. Gibby. So, here I am. Attempting to write a post about something, but it's probably not going to work. <br /><br />
Let me just tell you that I'm having trouble talking to people with out the urge to spin in circles wildly, usually I want to make Marisa screams- those kind seem to fit the best- but, other times, goat noises seem to be acceptable as well. And, let me tell you that it's not easy to stay sitting there in class, mom. It's not easy. If you only knew how often my legs are jumpy and want to run outside; how tempted my skin is to be warmed by sun when I see that open door to the hallway, you'd give me some credit for being in class.<br />
Sure, I'm a little bit tardy-ish. But, Chappy's cute. Some people just don't get how vital it is to talk to blonde, curly haired boys and if you're not feeling awkward for once that week, you have got to take advantage of it. You don't get it, mom, because you're all... out going and weird stuff like that.<br />
You all know my mother. And, mom, I'm sorry if this summer Dani and I get drunk (mentally, mind you). We might sleep over in the church, yes, and Maddiey and I will most likely sneak off on walks for hours and hours and I'll paint things that dad doesn't want me to paint (like the fridge for example...or that table Hyrum traded someone for an egg- best game ever). Mommy, I'm sorry, but I will most likely get a Jedi Braid again and tie sea shells from Florida onto it and I'll most definitely end up having Dani dye a part of my hair white and another little part blue. I'll probably never take off my swim suit and count the 7 Peaks wave pool as a shower, sorry. Hannah and I will probably set up a tent on our lovely grass when you're not around to tell us no. Tyler and I will probably play sleeping bag wars on the trampoline again- actually, maybe not, you got really mad... (nah, we'll probably do it anyways). But I will take over Breton's room the day he leaves on his mission to Chihuahua Mexico and I will sneak out of Hyrum's window well if you try and ground me. Sorry, mom, but these things must be done. And no Tabasco Sauce can stop me! :) <br />
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I love you, mom. Because you'll expect all of that. I'm glad you know me. The best thing about me is that I never do the same wrong thing twice. Unless it's really too much fun to pass up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907293285107905046.post-36858174320663730132012-03-04T21:17:00.000-08:002012-03-04T21:17:22.097-08:00I LOVE MY SIBLINGS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was going to title this post 'Our 1940's Sunday', but the title you see up there just fit much better with what I am feeling right now. This past month, my brothers and sisters have been my BEST FRIENDS. And. It. Is. So. Much. Fun. I doubt you have any idea until you are in the house of the Hallsted's for a Sunday or two- yes, people, morning 'til night. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hyrum (Hi-bum, Hyguy or SweetUms) loves to make up songs about poo and is always talking to himself. If you listen, he's making up imaginary "game-games" with himself- he'll deny it. We just created a fabulous snow-cyclops yesterday. Breton never wears a shirt (or pants for that matter) and talks the loudest out of us all. Hannah pretends to be a man but loves to make flowers and jewelry (she's a little mixed up, huh, Hannah?). Haley has "anger issues" that gives us something to do in our spare time. And when she's not reading and I'm not writing, Haley and I stand in front of our mirror and make up songs about boys and socks. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My old siblings who have ditched our party for better things? Amanda and I love to criticize everything that passes- Manda, we can't deny it. And I can't deny that I love it. We talk about <i>everything </i>(and we know I <i>love </i>to talk and especially about babies. Though Manda's a little closer to that goal than I am, dang it :) But, really, she shows me that people can accomplish anything they want to. She will always surprise me with that persistence and I'm jealous of her. Ammon? I love Ammon. I didn't at first and that's why I think I love him so so so much now. I loved swing dancing with him when I was little. If Ammon's around, I literally cannot be sad. Can anyone? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love my family. They are honestly my best friends. I love that I'm keeping them forever and ever. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Can I even say that? Or is that going against everything a teenager's supposed to believe in? "Jeez the Weez", what is the world coming to when a teenage girl would rather hang out with her brothers and her sisters on the weekend?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But, don't be too jealous... because you have one too...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907293285107905046.post-59490439253987969292012-02-17T11:51:00.000-08:002012-02-17T11:51:08.347-08:00let me call you Sweetheart...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Happy Valentine's Day!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Dear Manda (and anyone else who would like to read my blog... but mostly Manda :), I have decided that this blog will mostly be for you! Now that I'm tired of teenage- poetic, same-old-same-old blogs, I'm going to put pictures on here so that you can see what is going on here in this crazy Cedar Hills of ours while you live in </span><a href="http://derekamanda.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">"The Big Apple".</span></a><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> We miss you so much and I hope you can forgive me for being so mean while you stayed with us after your surgery. Love ya! ~BrynnieBamboo</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I went to SweetHearts with, no, not all of these people, just with Cameron:) But all these kids were hiding in my house when he picked me up for the dance (in his giant 15 seater van). My mom had everyone come in after we took the picture below. Little did we know that she was just trying to give the 15 little girls, Breton and Hyrum more time to sneak into the back of Cameron's van. We got into the car and drove quite a ways before we realized there were so many more voices making kissing noises and laughing than the other two couples I could see in the back. And what the heck! There were hundreds of little 12 year old girls from the 8th ward joining us on our date! Emily Skousen yells, "Don't make out too much!" and Halie Olsen yells, "Kiss 'er good!" and brother Breton yells, "Pickle Surprise!!". It was so funny (but I think Cameron was a little annoyed b/c we were late already). But I was <em>dying</em> laughing. I love the Beehives in my ward! </span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">What if we had a giant piece of paper- the size of this house? We could fold it into a paper airplane and travel across the valley on it. The wind will pick up and take us over the mountain to that small Heber City. We'll get ice cream at that place like when we were kids and traveled in that bumpy white Jeep listening to <i>Colors</i>. I loved that Granny's place where I discovered fry sauce and gummy bears in vanilla ice cream. But, they tore it down and we got a new Jeep that was red and fancy and didn't bump so much (<span style="font-size: x-small;">besides, my mom told me how fry sauce was fattening and I've never forgiven it since</span>). So, everything changed except for the point that *<i>Colors</i> still makes me car sick, in or out of the car.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Things change so fast and I can't remember so many things that I wish I did. I can't remember my 8 year old baptism like I was supposed to. I only remember that the Carmichael's gave me a weird plastic doll thing with pink spaghetti hair. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The only thing I remember about Mrs. King's class in elementary school is that she made us pick up garbage and, one time, Clay Francis and I went for the same piece of crap and our hands touched. Did I ever notice him the day before? Nope, but we were going to get married, of course (<span style="font-size: x-small;">until I found another boy to be secretly engaged to the next week- "So that's when it all started" quote Tyler George- yes, I'm still ridiculous</span>). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Every one of my memories are that bizarre and that random. Are yours? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I write in my journal avidly now, but then... not so much as to even have the colored pages make sense to a single soul. So, my mother gave me an idea(<span style="font-size: x-small;">for what else are the odd creatures for than birthing and scrap-booking?</span>). Mother told me to maybe write down all the childhood memories I can remember so I don't lose any more than I already have. See? Their ideas are grand! So, if <i>you</i> can remember only a few memories, write them down in a new childhood journal... or, it'd be kinda cool to add on to the old journals too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;">"Let your memories grow stronger til they're before your eyes"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Love, your barefooted blogger, Brynnie</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;">*Manda, isn't that the band that Derek gave you a c.d. of? If so, cute! and lucky. No future husband of mine will give me a c.d. b/c nobody gives c.d.'s anymore.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907293285107905046.post-73974328635846746862011-12-24T01:32:00.000-08:002011-12-24T01:32:20.202-08:00What a splendid get together!Wednesday night, I had my long awaited <b>Old Fashioned Christmas Party</b>! My Kumquats, my little sisters and a few of their friends all came over and picked out some of our dresses.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We made the classic popcorn and cranberry on a string decoration with a needle and thread. It was so fun!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My personal favorite part of the entire party was making the old fashioned Christmas postcards. We printed out pictures of old postcards in black and white and on the back printed the writing side. We colored them in with colored pencils. We didn't have a picture, but, to make them look extra antique, my mom showed us how to rub tea bags on the postcards. It was very fun for me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The food was delicious! We had Turkish Delight, Broccoli Quiche, Lemon Bars, Orange Marmalade on freezer rolls:), incredible Wassail, Popcorn and other things. Haley gets all the credit for the food preparation. Except the Turkish Delight- it's in Narnia, how could I pass up an opportunity to make that? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Dani, Maddiey, Brenna, Marisa... I love you three. One cannot function with out girlfriends to lay in the roads on their stomachs with, doing our recently discovered Dani's Mating Call Dance and making Brenna pee her pants. Without you three, who would sit on my head and try to get that dang pillow to engrave the flower into my face? Tyler... Tommy?! No, no. No one would. Because that might be a strange thing to do.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"You're mad, bonkers, off your head. But, let me tell you a secret, all the best people are."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">-Tim Burton's <i>Alice in Wonderland</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></span></span></b></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I miss that tall boy with kind of curly <i>hair</i> that would drag me down the halls at school. I'd punch him in the stomach whenever I'd see him there and he wouldn't stick up for me when I was teased in Mythology class. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">But, I do miss him walking around in his boxers or his purple spandex he loved. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Now that I think about it... did Breton ever wear pants??</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I want to do a lot of things. Can I tell you exactly what they are? </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">1) I want to cross stitch a picture of a cottage(like the one in the Shaws house). </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">2) I think I'll paint the water at Afrelle- my name for the park behind LP.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">3) Learn how to roller blade- get good enough to be able to skate during the day, even when the people can see me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">4) plant a garden. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">5) buy loads more books.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">It's getting hard to actually give notes to people. I usually end up just giving them to myself. I never tell my Self stuff lately. My journal's completely clueless and anti-social. But, you know, she kind of enjoys being that way.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I'm living by a quote right now.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">We're all excited for fall. Everyone. No one complains about the leaves changing colors. Not a soul groans when they think of the sweaters we can now wear to school. Everyone can move out of their way to step on the crunchy leaves because no one can frown when they hear a crunch. We can eat soup and hear about football whatever's and sit on front porch benches and watch the rain beat down on your roofs and gutters. We can bring blankets to school with an excuse and we'll wear shoes and tights and scarfs and not have to put on deodorant in the mornings and we'll walk to seminary in the foggy dark. And everything's great because you like it that way.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And you think to yourself, </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;">98 Days 'Til Christmas.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">With all my love, Brynnie.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907293285107905046.post-35814629646901835992011-09-07T11:17:00.000-07:002011-09-07T11:17:00.443-07:00We'd be a crazy team<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love this movie! And I love how she dances when the "hey, Alligator" part comes! Don't you? And I like how amazing they are at these instruments. She doesn't even have to move her fingers when there's a cord change... incredibly talented. :)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907293285107905046.post-26881123530126110882011-09-04T23:08:00.000-07:002011-09-05T01:07:17.437-07:00skin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">School has started- or did it even end?</span> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">But I know what has happened. I endured many class periods of sitting uncomfortably in a metal chair, staring at the white walls and freezing the fat parts of my arms off, just thinking to myself, "Where, oh, where, has my summer gone?"</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">But I've found it out. I've been dead asleep since June 4th and just woke up Tuesday. That is the most practical, realistic theory I could come up with (the others were far too unrealistic and slightly too inappropriate to slap on the face of my blog).</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">My second thought as I walked into school, "By Jove! My clothes aren't good enough."</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">My second thought as I walked down the hall to Melville's class, "I bet John's telling him about the rolls."</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">My second thought as I walked into english honors, "<em>and</em> Lucia Lopez is in here! It's a trek family reunion. We're never sluffing this class, Dani!"</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">But...</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">This is going to be a year of taking chances.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Love, your barefooted blogger, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Brynnie</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907293285107905046.post-75445867174597504162011-08-22T18:38:00.000-07:002011-08-22T18:38:09.666-07:00of notebook's and willow trees<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Ammon (brother) brought me to realize something... <b>I attach.</b> I like a movie, book, actor, person's clothes, spot on the creek, etc. and so I watch, read, stalk, go, etc. again and again and again. Don't believe me? Well sweety, I watched this movie 8 times in 4 nights. No, I have no intentions to marry Noah. Noah and Allie are too cute together. I'm just marrying the movie, <u>The Notebook</u>.<br />
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P.S. I painted a picture of a willow tree while I was camping in... well, in a trailer park. But couldn't a trailer park be slightly romantic?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907293285107905046.post-6708045332578092372011-08-13T22:59:00.000-07:002011-08-13T22:59:00.130-07:00Sparkin'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IbWR66v7DCN76AgQDEs0sSCUM4GtqNiYsvUcTdgDlLTusiSReYAF99aq6q8llTOSXzLdc3_a0d-q73mdRA_Um9qap1drXCzOSxc9Ea9kQ5-lypvCXz4YX2u8Otr3We4aNpCn8DQ75kM/s1600/love%252Cquotes%252Cquote%252Crisk%252Ctext-b3df80dea6fd73cea5a137e2eecbac01_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IbWR66v7DCN76AgQDEs0sSCUM4GtqNiYsvUcTdgDlLTusiSReYAF99aq6q8llTOSXzLdc3_a0d-q73mdRA_Um9qap1drXCzOSxc9Ea9kQ5-lypvCXz4YX2u8Otr3We4aNpCn8DQ75kM/s320/love%252Cquotes%252Cquote%252Crisk%252Ctext-b3df80dea6fd73cea5a137e2eecbac01_h.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<a href="http://mythoughtsideasandrambling.blogspot.com/">Maddiey</a> had me read this book called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Prairie-Prince-Marcia-Lynn-McClure/dp/0971338981">The Prairie Prince</a> a while ago. Yes, I know, it sounds awfully cheesy and, well, it sounds as if it takes place on a prairie. We all know prairies are the least romantic of places (sorry to all ya prairie people, but it's true). But I loved the book and in it, they'd call kissing sparking. Maddiey and I loved that.<br />
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So, I was just thinkin' to my Self. "Self, I think that I would like to do some "sparking" myself someday." And so I put my plan to action and went out and kissed.... well, no, actually. I did no such thing. But it would have been a very dramatic and, hopefully, an extremely romantic blog post for you all!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907293285107905046.post-12704749110123410482011-08-11T09:14:00.000-07:002011-08-11T09:26:09.801-07:00strings and sealing wax<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTqf0CWgwxFRpIvTo_78fvdxUBqhisgvsdfsAOUqdhXY49hvOGkO5HcC4pP_icCbMWVgkS_6zm65NdZpJ1eCE_fANJ8bXbAP6ctnrhhdAP42FIxEN0qCNHY70AKZy36BwevqTUHxX0qM/s1600/sea%252Cfish%252C%252C%252Cart%252Cflying%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite-ff76eb34f9ed8284e348f1098fd75dc9_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTqf0CWgwxFRpIvTo_78fvdxUBqhisgvsdfsAOUqdhXY49hvOGkO5HcC4pP_icCbMWVgkS_6zm65NdZpJ1eCE_fANJ8bXbAP6ctnrhhdAP42FIxEN0qCNHY70AKZy36BwevqTUHxX0qM/s400/sea%252Cfish%252C%252C%252Cart%252Cflying%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite-ff76eb34f9ed8284e348f1098fd75dc9_h.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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At times like these, I wish I really liked some boy. Now, you ask, what are 'times like these'? Well, these times. <br />
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At times like these, I really wish I had a yellow cardigan.<br />
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During moments such as this, I wish I could sneak a tiny glimpse of heaven.<br />
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Right now, I would like to pack a big suitcase with my favorite dresses and fly off to a house in the country. <br />
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And, I think I would like some bangs and a curly bun on top of my head.<br />
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But, I guess, some things are impossible.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A dragon lives forever but not so little boys. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907293285107905046.post-15574648085447886752011-08-05T09:47:00.000-07:002011-08-05T10:30:35.532-07:00Just you wait, I'll be in Europe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm in Seattle right now. Plants are growing on the roofs because 'plants grow everywhere in Washington' and my Aunt Kimeree's yard is decorated with seashells. Seattle <i>is </i>beautiful on it's own, but it's much more beautiful to me because a dear friend loves it so much. Isn't it funny how that happens? Last night, in search of a Seattle moon, I found an orange sliver jutting in and out of the black clouds over the ocean. I wish I had a camera to capture it on. But I saved it on my mental memory card forever. It was so wonderful. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907293285107905046.post-83211771376288120012011-08-01T22:58:00.000-07:002011-08-01T22:58:41.536-07:00sapphire and faded jeans<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I think there are two kinds of people. Those people and These people. Those people are all trying to be the same thing. These people are all trying to secretly stand out but some how, they end up being the same as the rest of These people anyways. But very rarely there are just, People.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: xx-small;">wow! that is a really hot boy that just ran past my window! who is that? Maddiey, if you read this recently, look outside at the boy by the Taylor's house. the pink shirted one, yup.... well, hello, good lookin'....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I went to Girls Camp. I went on a hike pregnant. Had baby (Bennet) in the grass behind the bathrooms. Abused him by using him as a bat to hit bosom friend (Dani) in the face. Child Protection Services (1st year, Keylee Smith) took him from me. I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">stole my friends stuff in cabin 1B(Marisa 'n Maddiey),</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> was tied up (Caitlin 'n Dani's doing) to the bed and had to give Caitlin a back rub and a Jedi braid to be free. Mine and Brenna's Baby Bennet had a sudden growth spurt of, like, 20 years and my little sister (Hannah) made out with him (Brenna's hands did the running fingers through Hannah's hair for Bennet). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">"He killed his brother because he needed a clean shirt?" "Well, honey, this is Nebraska."</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907293285107905046.post-87476171196566402742011-06-21T12:18:00.000-07:002011-06-21T12:23:15.623-07:00of Passionate Worshipper's of Beauty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaowJ8wem-cKAln-V2rh1Iq_Wafs2bXwwtl58tuXtoxgDGNJsh881BltjS0_aP3LDGD4vp4f5dZ7XkLJ0g87ITsM906WwaokteaR0-ktzMM8uVGiZZozZok53gv5_lo2sZKb9Ht9vJgf8/s1600/bike%252Cbook%252Cdress%252Cgirl%252Csummer%252Cvintage-51885900a4e6ba544b926f00be3415df_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaowJ8wem-cKAln-V2rh1Iq_Wafs2bXwwtl58tuXtoxgDGNJsh881BltjS0_aP3LDGD4vp4f5dZ7XkLJ0g87ITsM906WwaokteaR0-ktzMM8uVGiZZozZok53gv5_lo2sZKb9Ht9vJgf8/s320/bike%252Cbook%252Cdress%252Cgirl%252Csummer%252Cvintage-51885900a4e6ba544b926f00be3415df_h.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
"Captain Jim was a <u>passionate worshipper of beauty</u>. Every lovely thing heard or seen gave him a deep, subtle, inner joy that irradiated his life."<br />
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Passionate worshipper of beauty... I'm sure that my closest friends and I easily fit the religion of beauty worshippers. I myself am also a marriage worshipper.<br />
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I have recently come to praise the sea. I went to Florida recentlly, sat on the shore in a lightning storm, collected shells on the beach and fell madly in love with it all. I crave the beachshops and reading the 5th book of Anne of Green Gables didn't stop my addiction of the sea at all.<br />
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The first 63 pages I've read so far have been absolutely divine. Anne and Gil got married and rode in a carriage straight to their house of dreams which is right on the sea. I've been convinced to move to Prince Edward Island, Canada when I grow up. It will all be so old fashioned and beautiful. And, of course, I'll fall in love while I'm there and stay young forever.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"Slow walk, slow walk, hot ladies are never in a rush." -Hannah, the man.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3