<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7062687207160906916</id><updated>2024-10-04T19:12:03.073-07:00</updated><category term="teacher whining"/><category term="Husby"/><category term="Cheer"/><category term="Organizing"/><category term="Family"/><category term="Food"/><category term="Traveling"/><category term="Maximus"/><category term="Decorating"/><category term="Shopping"/><category term="Just Plain Whining"/><category term="Movie Review"/><category term="Friends"/><category term="Red 5 Studios"/><category term="TV"/><title type='text'>BROWNELL -  Brown, like the color, e-l-l</title><subtitle type='html'>Boy meets girl at 14.&#xa;They fall in love.&#xa;They get married 10 years later.&#xa;They live happily!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-1000287873881431320</id><published>2012-10-16T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-16T15:11:01.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enbrel Injection Site Reactions</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve now been on Enbrel for a month. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve done 4 injections - the first 3 without any sort of reaction. &amp;nbsp;The needle is tiny and really doesn&#39;t even hurt when I do the injections. &amp;nbsp;The 4th injection, however, was a different story. &amp;nbsp;I not only had a crazy&amp;nbsp;injection&amp;nbsp;site reaction, but also got a terrible head cold.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t really blame the Enbrel for the head cold, I more blame the 300 disease filled teenagers that I come into contact with every day. &amp;nbsp;Several of my cheerleaders were sent home sick with the flu last week and I was basically starting a count-down to when I would get it. &amp;nbsp;I somehow avoided it, but got this dumb cold. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m going on day 10 of the cold, and even had to skip my injection last week because of the cold. &amp;nbsp;Keeping my fingers crossed that I can do the injection soon because my jaw is in a total freak-out right now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, the Enbrel site reaction is bad news. &amp;nbsp;Right after I did the injection, I had no reaction. &amp;nbsp;It wasn&#39;t until 36 hours later that I noticed a large red raised patch at the injection site. &amp;nbsp;It was hot and about 3&quot; across. &amp;nbsp;My little sister is an Occupational Therapist at a hospital, so she sees weird things all the time. &amp;nbsp;I showed her, thinking she would be all &quot;nah, that&#39;s no big deal,&quot; Instead, she suggested I see a doctor. &amp;nbsp;Yikes. &lt;br /&gt;
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We got home from the mall and I told my sister that I was going to draw a line around the reaction, so so I was sure it wasn&#39;t spreading. &amp;nbsp;I was a little bit concerned it might be an infection instead of a reaction. &amp;nbsp;When I lifted my skirt, I saw that now instead of just a reaction, I was also bruised. &amp;nbsp;The site reaction continued to grow outside of my lines (so I&#39;m not really sure why I thought it was a good idea, because then I just looked like I couldn&#39;t trace the outside of the mark!)&lt;br /&gt;
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I called the Enbrel Nurse Hotline Support Thing and they walked me through all the legal crap. &amp;nbsp;Apparently a little bit over 30% of all Arthritis patients have a reaction. &amp;nbsp;They asked if I had a fever, if it was hot, if it was getting worse. &amp;nbsp;I had to answer yes to all 3. &amp;nbsp;She didn&#39;t seem concerned, so I wasn&#39;t concerned. &lt;br /&gt;
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The next day I checked on it again. &amp;nbsp;The bruise was getting worse, but it wasn&#39;t NEARLY as hot as it was before! &amp;nbsp;Now it was just sore and really bruised. &amp;nbsp;I had to warn my dance class that I was, once again, crippled. &amp;nbsp;We do Yoga on Mondays, so my yoga poses were a little strange since my bruise was on the top of the my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;
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My head cold was super raging at this point. &amp;nbsp;Many of my students tried to send me home today. &amp;nbsp;I think they just wanted me to put on a movie and get a sub. haha. &amp;nbsp;I talked to a bunch of teachers today that suggested I go see my dr. &amp;nbsp;I was hacking up a lung and my leg looked a little bit scary. &amp;nbsp;I called my doctor and explained the symptoms and arranged to go in the next day.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is what my leg looked like when I went to the doctor. &amp;nbsp;She seemed mildly concerned. &amp;nbsp;She said it was a pretty bad reaction and that usually, if someone is going to have a reaction, it takes place the 3rd or 4th injection. &amp;nbsp;No one told me that!!!! &amp;nbsp;Dr. wants me to try one more week and see what happens. &amp;nbsp;If I react all crazy again, then I will have to discontinue using it because clearly my body hates it. &amp;nbsp;I am going to do it again this week, but am a little bit nervous to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s now 12 days after I had a reaction to the Enbrel. &amp;nbsp;The bruise is almost gone (finally!). &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m going to do the next shot tomorrow and really just keep my fingers crossed that I don&#39;t look like I punched myself in the leg this time!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;I know I haven’t blogged in about a million years, but stuff got crazy this last year.&amp;nbsp; I started teaching dance at my high school instead of just English and cheer.&amp;nbsp; Then I decided, hey, I’ve got some free time, so I took on being a LINK crew coordinator too.&amp;nbsp; Then became the 10th grade facilitator for the English department.&amp;nbsp; Then we bought a house.&amp;nbsp; Then I started teaching a second level of dance.&amp;nbsp; Then my Arthritis took a total freak-out and I was pretty much immobile for a solid month.&amp;nbsp; You get the picture.&amp;nbsp; I am my mother’s daughter and I try to do way too many things at a time. It’s really a sickness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Anyhow, I decided to come back to blogging for 2 reasons.&amp;nbsp; 1. Over the summer Andrew and I went to Cuba.&amp;nbsp; The US government still has the embargo against Cuba (which is insanity).&amp;nbsp; But we decided that we wanted to go to Cuba before the restrictions were lifted and Americans went and ruined their amazing culture.&amp;nbsp; Finding out travel information for a country that my country has not been able to visit in DECADES was really hard and I’d like to put my experience/information out there for anyone who is thinking of going (which I WHOLE HEARTEDLY suggest you do).&amp;nbsp; More on that later....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;And 2. I recently started taking a new medication that I’ve had some strange reactions too and I just wanted to put that information out in the internet-world too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;So, the Arthritis.&amp;nbsp; Anyone who knows me knows that I have Arthritis.&amp;nbsp; I was diagnosed at 7 years old.&amp;nbsp; It’s kind of a thing I deal with, but don’t let it ruin/run my life.&amp;nbsp; Well, this summer my body decided it was going to be different.&amp;nbsp; At the tail end of our trip to Cuba, my right knee started to feel really stiff.&amp;nbsp; It wasn’t really anything new, but it was annoying.&amp;nbsp; Then, when we got home, it really started to go crazy.&amp;nbsp; It was so swollen that I was honestly worried about extreme joint damage and even being able to function in real life.&amp;nbsp; I sat with it elevated and ice on it, slamming Aleve like crazy, for days at a time.&amp;nbsp; I thought maybe if I ignored it, it would go away.&amp;nbsp; Great thinking, right?&amp;nbsp; It didn’t.&amp;nbsp; I called my Rheumatologist (of which I had not done for 3 years.&amp;nbsp; World’s greatest patient here) in a total panic.&amp;nbsp; I couldn’t walk.&amp;nbsp; I couldn’t sleep.&amp;nbsp; I couldn’t cheer.&amp;nbsp; I certainly couldn’t start teaching dance in a month!&amp;nbsp; I was totally freaking out.&amp;nbsp; I called the doctor and she didn’t have any appointments available for like a month.&amp;nbsp; Not going to work.&amp;nbsp; So, I told them that I was a teacher on summer break and would go sit in the waiting room all day if they thought they might be able to sneak me in at some point.&amp;nbsp; It only took about 3 hours of sitting one day and they took me.&amp;nbsp; PHEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Doctor appointment #1: She ran a series of blood work and my immune system was clearly doing some sort of tap dance.&amp;nbsp; That day she drained my knee and gave me a cortizone injection in both my knee and my thumb.&amp;nbsp; The knee draining was awesomely gross.&amp;nbsp; She had me lay back while she inserted a huge needle.&amp;nbsp; She asked me not to look.&amp;nbsp; I, of course, looked.&amp;nbsp; It was amazing.&amp;nbsp; My knee literally began deflating like a balloon. So cool.&amp;nbsp; I believe I yelled out “that’s disgusting.&amp;nbsp; Amazing, but disgusting.”&amp;nbsp; She instantly begged me not to look and said that she’s had patients pass out while she has the needle in their joints.&amp;nbsp; I assured her that I was a freak and wanted to watch.&amp;nbsp; I even asked if I could take a picture afterwards.&amp;nbsp; She may or may not have looked at me like I was deranged.&amp;nbsp; She told me to take it easy. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sorry. I know this is gross. &amp;nbsp;But....it&#39;s still pretty cool. &amp;nbsp;This is like 1/2 of what she took out. &amp;nbsp;My knee deflated like a balloon. &amp;nbsp;It was awesome!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Doctor appointment #2: SIX freaking days later I called the doctor in a panic.&amp;nbsp; My knee was literally more swollen than it had been before. We had some contractors in our house installing the sliding glass doors, and in broken English one asked me if I had seen a doctor because they were all talking and said my knee looked bad.&amp;nbsp; I was like a circus freak, making even contractors gasp in horror at the sight of my unsightly knee.&amp;nbsp; It was bad.&amp;nbsp; My amazing doctor fit me in the next day.&amp;nbsp; She asked if I had taken it easy, which I had to admit, I was for me.&amp;nbsp; A normal person with normal activities, not so much, but me - heck ya.&amp;nbsp; I had only done this elliptical bike machine one day for one hour.&amp;nbsp; Who knew that would anger the Arthritis Gods so much.&amp;nbsp; Well, except my Rheumatologist who sternly told me that was in fact NOT taking it easy.&amp;nbsp; oops.&amp;nbsp; This time she wanted to treat it a little bit more aggressively.&amp;nbsp; She not only drained my knee and gave me TWO injections of Cortizone, but also subscribed me Prednisone (a steroid) to try to calm my immune system.&amp;nbsp; I’ve done the Prednisone before for a few days at a time, but she put me on it for 5 weeks.&amp;nbsp; I got the worst stomach pains and the only thing that helped was eating.&amp;nbsp; I was a lazy eating machine for 5 weeks. AND to add insult to the chunky injury, I went on a cruise during week 5 of the steroids.&amp;nbsp; Come on!&amp;nbsp; I was already eating all the time.&amp;nbsp; Let’s just say my jeans fit VERY differently at the beginning of summer than they did at the end.&amp;nbsp; Very differently.&amp;nbsp; During this time, my knee felt stiff, but there was barely any swelling. &amp;nbsp; I was feeling amazing (besides the constant eating and the steroid-induced hot-flashes.&amp;nbsp; Dear god the hot flashes.&amp;nbsp; I was the only person complaining that Alaska was hot!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Doctor Appointment #3: But why did I need to go a third time if I was feeling great?&amp;nbsp; Well, here’s where the new medicine started.&amp;nbsp; I stopped taking the Prednisone on Saturday, and by Monday (the FIRST day of school), my knee was a giant Elephant Man status knee.&amp;nbsp; Commence the freaking out again.&amp;nbsp; I thought “I can do this,” then I attempted to climb the stairs to my classroom for the first time since June and started freaking out all over again.&amp;nbsp; The dance/cheer teacher cannot be asking to take the elevator.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty much my worst-case-first day of school scenario.&amp;nbsp; Cut to me calling the doctor yet again in a panic.&amp;nbsp; She couldn’t see me for a week, so I wore long skirts as to not alarm the natives.&amp;nbsp; It was a LOOOONG and PAINFUL swollen knee week.&amp;nbsp; When I finally went to see the dr., she decided she wanted to put me on an immuno-suppresive called Enbrel.&amp;nbsp; It is a weekly self-injectable, which isn’t the best, but it’s not the worst.&amp;nbsp; I had been on Remicaid a few years back and that was a monthly 4 hour infusion, so a quick weekly injection trumps that. I couldn’t start it this day though, because I had a raging head cold (stupid teenagers already got me sick!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Doctor Appointment #4: Went to get first injection today and even brought my 6 month old TB test results like a good patient.&amp;nbsp; The doctor asked “did you go anywhere this summer that you might’ve contracted TB?”&amp;nbsp; I looked at her sheepishly and had to admit to going to Cuba.&amp;nbsp; They were literally having a Cholera outbreak when we were there.&amp;nbsp; Freaking Cholera.&amp;nbsp; Who gets that anymore.&amp;nbsp; So......one more delay in getting new medicines since I had to get a TB test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Doctor Appointment #5: Got TB test read and it was negative (phew!&amp;nbsp; I was actually a little bit nervous with all the summer travel).&amp;nbsp; I did my first injection and had no problems.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m using the Enbrel Sure Click needle, so it&#39;s minimally scary! &amp;nbsp;We will see if it’ll work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/8517297913462736312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/8517297913462736312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/8517297913462736312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/8517297913462736312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2012/10/i-shoot-myself-every-week-aka-my-road.html' title='I shoot myself every week....  AKA my road to taking Enbrel'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNQA9VhDOP1w_xvyqRNUUz19Wj5f7rahb32K46pejiweM99eYkg4k0bwJuP-ApPS4ly0Jrw8K8ymhUvBCax_HQB396-Y639biJkCcMSOilV8dg1e2Uf1_C7nsORONr5K0A7tgX4bKs3xS/s72-c/photo+2.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-4065543641722337112</id><published>2011-10-09T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:09:59.360-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cheer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teacher whining"/><title type='text'>Mirrors for my Dance Room</title><content type='html'>Hi blog followers.  I realize that I havent posted since tue beginning of the school year, but that&#39;s because I have had an insane year!  I coach cheerleading an it&#39;s football season, so that takes up most of my time.  And I&#39;m teaching 10th grade English, which I love, but it takes so much time.  AND I&#39;m teaching ELD, which takes endless energy.  And then, I&#39;m teaching 1 section of a brand new dance class.  It&#39;s SO MUCH fun, but so much work!  &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, the point of this post is to beg.  Unfortunately the state of public eduarion is that we don&#39;t get any money for anything.  I started the dance class on the grass.  2 girls were stung by bees.  I was given an empty room, so I&#39;m trying to turn it into a &quot;dance studio&quot;.  I got some posters from dance stores to put on the walls and bought some shelves and a speaker.  Now I need mirror but have exactly $zero to pay for it.  I&#39;ve set up a way to allow anyone to help out.  Pretty please?  With sugar on top and some low-income-dancers? :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you in advance!  Spread the word!!!  These are amazing kids who deserve te chance to dance dance dance!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/4065543641722337112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/4065543641722337112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/4065543641722337112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/4065543641722337112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/10/mirrors-for-my-dance-room.html' title='Mirrors for my Dance Room'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-6449019770238574998</id><published>2011-09-05T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:39:22.902-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teacher whining"/><title type='text'>Welcome back to School....</title><content type='html'>So apparently, I don&#39;t post when I&#39;m in school.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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School started last week.&amp;nbsp; :/ I&#39;m super tired, and a little overwhelmed.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m teaching 1-10th Grade English class, 2-ELD 3 classes, 1-Dance class, and 1-Cheer class.&amp;nbsp; I feel a little spoiled with my schedule, and I ACTUALLY HAVE A CONFERENCE PERIOD this year! yipee!&amp;nbsp; I have accomplished SO MUCH during my first few conference periods. It&#39;s amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first few days of school kind of suck.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know anyone&#39;s name, so when they act like butt-heads, I have to point and or just let it slide.&amp;nbsp; Once I learn everyone&#39;s name, it&#39;ll be a lot easier.&amp;nbsp; Can&#39;t wait!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here&#39;s a little taste of the first day of school:&lt;br /&gt;
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This time, the passed appetizers were AMAZING. They were doing &quot;deconstructed&quot; versions of all sorts of foods. &amp;nbsp;And everything was on sticks. &amp;nbsp;It was so cute and so clever. &amp;nbsp;At one point I was literally hunting down one of the waiters for the corn dog. &amp;nbsp;That makes me sound like a crazy person, but OMG it was ridiculously amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here Andrew models a &quot;Potato Tornado&quot; (fried potato on a stick) and a &quot;pastrami sandwhich (complete with mustard and pastrami) yummmm!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;He clearly enjoyed the food.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I clearly learned 2 VERY IMPORTANT lessons tonight. &amp;nbsp;1. I take a lot of pictures of my husband and of food and 2. if we take a picture together, it should&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;CLEARLY&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;be taken&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;BEFORE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;the dancing!!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/8623668471690404322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/8623668471690404322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/8623668471690404322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/8623668471690404322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/08/end-of-summer-village-party.html' title='End of Summer Village Party!'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPyMx74Fv5FEZE6n7dr81Ld_2RctLUq_bzvVMcG7S4KvURk-ZVW1VZui8MHARoinChTKjNa0i80kY4Azl4j3FrgixfXdxLF65Tx1ic_60M3MMCXYA2w0nspkD_Y7aeOp8EUobFrgd7IbW/s72-c/corn+dog+2.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-733097664150811236</id><published>2011-08-24T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:13:32.965-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shopping"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teacher whining"/><title type='text'>Becoming a Lady Who Lunches..</title><content type='html'>Though my lunches are rapidly coming to an end. &amp;nbsp;Summer is almost over BOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;
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Because my mom is an aide at a school, we get to hang during the summers. &amp;nbsp;Monday I had to head out to Laguna Beach to pick up Andrew&#39;s new glasses (&#39;cause that&#39;s how we roll - eye doctors on the beach!), so I invited my mom for a day at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;
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We decided to hit up Crystal Cove in Newport/Laguna area. &amp;nbsp;There are times when I COULDN&#39;T LOVE So Cal more, and today was one of those days! &amp;nbsp;The area down on the beach is so cute - there are a bunch of little 1920&#39;s cottages that you can rent and there is one&amp;nbsp;restaurant- The Beachcomber. &amp;nbsp;The day was fab and delish!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I have been a faithful member of said club for over a decade. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve worn glasses for so long and so regularly that I think I look weird without them (16 year old me would be MORTIFIED at that thought!!!). &amp;nbsp;I think Andrew looks very cute (always), but it&#39;s going to take me a minute to get used to it. &amp;nbsp;Getting old sucks!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/6512503183757822753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/6512503183757822753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/6512503183757822753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/6512503183757822753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/08/welcome-to-club.html' title='Welcome to the Club'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitU3wJDr3ccytiGaxEBDe5SiYiDYF4YGBBnax85k3-IQXmHy4KFIEyVMW4cr9WwCPdP1mYBFISBLyX4ANbxcMMY7Z_wnVJgLXTPMxxmvqY_cuAPtGHgg6v_XSAq39XRiIL3fvXfXa7veHk/s72-c/photo+4.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-1186371779992634674</id><published>2011-08-23T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T08:54:54.398-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Husby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organizing"/><title type='text'>Recycling in California</title><content type='html'>Andrew and I have been recycling plastic water bottles for about a year. &amp;nbsp;I even have a&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;trash can for them. &amp;nbsp;The husband is like a giant fish tank that cannot never be filled. &amp;nbsp;He will literally drink 5 bottles of water every night. &amp;nbsp;Why not drink out of the sink, like a normal person, you ask? &amp;nbsp;Well, because Andrew says the water tastes funny. &amp;nbsp;We used to have filtered water in our fridge, but now our fridge doesn&#39;t have one, so it&#39;s just FILLED with bottled water. &amp;nbsp;Since we are paying a few cents for every bottle that we buy, we decided to start recycling them. &amp;nbsp;We&#39;ve done it a few times, but every time we get like $5.00......so it was SO not worth it! &amp;nbsp;This time, Andrew said he wanted to wait until we had a bunch, and oh boy did we.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Good thing the seats go down in the Prius!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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We seriously looked like hobos carrying all of our bags downstairs. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve been BEGGING to take them for WEEKS. &amp;nbsp;I was losing my mind with all these bags in the office closet. &amp;nbsp;Losing. My. &amp;nbsp;Mind. &lt;br /&gt;
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So after all the work of collecting, bagging, storing, and taking it to the recycling plant, we made $19.37. &amp;nbsp;Worth it?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;At least he&#39;s a cute hobo!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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PS - At the recycling place TWO DIFFERENT Mexican men (that were there recycling) asked us if we were selling our dog? &amp;nbsp;Is this something normal that people do? &amp;nbsp;&quot;I&#39;m going to&amp;nbsp;recycle&amp;nbsp;today and maybe make some extra money by selling the&amp;nbsp;family&amp;nbsp;pet???&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/1186371779992634674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/1186371779992634674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/1186371779992634674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/1186371779992634674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/08/recycling-in-california.html' title='Recycling in California'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4khSdsOkMRHRDr1NaQ7ZISX9my2jFX5L1kDuexV3OdJ8hfih6Y35ZPke7vRCngg7Jz0i_qwOGmKI3OMe4LseArbP54SZxOABU4RYW8B_UvTm1nGkDS4-dQjHmy-DcTGin96cadcqFwAq5/s72-c/photo+5.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-1819466719824482898</id><published>2011-08-15T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:52:24.708-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Traveling"/><title type='text'>Las Vegas Bachelorette Party</title><content type='html'>Not mine. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve been married for years. &amp;nbsp;This was for a girl that I have literally known 20 years. &amp;nbsp;It &lt;i&gt;BLOWS &lt;/i&gt;my mind to be able to say that about anyone, but it&#39;s true. &amp;nbsp;20 years. &amp;nbsp;Insane. &amp;nbsp;We used to dance together when we were little and she has a sister my sister&#39;s age, and another sister that is my brother&#39;s age (we used to always secretly hope that the 2 youngest would get married so we could be in-laws!). &amp;nbsp;So, Jessica is headed down the aisle, and we were headed to Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve been to Vegas DOZENS of times. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s only a 3.5ish hour drive from So Cal and husband is a poker player. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve gone with just Andrew, I&#39;ve gone with other couples, I&#39;ve gone with friends.....but I have NEVER gone with just girls. &amp;nbsp;I was a little nervous since the only time I have been without Andrew was for a convention for work (with my sister) like 5 years ago. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not much of a &quot;girls-girl&quot; so I was interested to see how it would go with them. &amp;nbsp;I love 4 of them (the bride, her 2 sisters, and my sister), but didn&#39;t know the other 3. &amp;nbsp;Also, I was the oldest and the only married one.....so I was worried about being fat and old. &amp;nbsp;Normal girl concerns........But, it went GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I was told by my dear sister that I didn&#39;t have anything &quot;Vegas-appropriate&quot; to wear. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m a teacher, I wear teacher clothes. &amp;nbsp;On the weekends I wear knee-length skirts &amp;amp; dresses. &amp;nbsp;So I was on the hunt for something kind of whore-ish. &amp;nbsp;I think I succeeded (and then proceeded to spend quite a bit of time pulling down the skirt.....)&lt;br /&gt;
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We spent time at the pool at the Venetian, time at Tao Beach Club dancing, A LOT of time getting ready, eating, hanging out, going to dinner, drinking, and then dancing at The Bank at the Bellagio. &amp;nbsp;We even had table-service at The Bank. &amp;nbsp;I was a dance machine, until I had to start playing mom to all the drunk youngin&#39;s. &lt;br /&gt;
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The ONLY negative was the incredible lack of sleep. They all drove out Friday, but Jenna didn&#39;t want to take the day off of work. So, we drove out Saturday morning (got up at 6:30 am). We didn&#39;t go to bed until 4:30 am the next morning (after a full day of drinking, and a full night of drinking and dancing). &amp;nbsp;Jenna took a nap, but I&#39;m not a good nap person. &amp;nbsp;THEN, I got up at 7 am to start the drive home (I didn&#39;t want to sit in traffic. &amp;nbsp;Last time Jenna went it took her 7 hours to get home and I was unwilling to do that!). &amp;nbsp;So I slept about 2.5 hours in 36 hours. The drive home seemed to take forever since I was SO tired! &amp;nbsp;I took a 1 hour nap when I got home, but Andrew was actually home for once, so I didn&#39;t want to waste that time together! &amp;nbsp;I finally went to bed at 11 pm last night and woke up at 9 am totally rested. &amp;nbsp;phew!&lt;br /&gt;
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It was my shortest trip to Vegas (a little less than 24 hours), my first trip with just girls and my first trip dressed like I&#39;m 21. &amp;nbsp;For that many firsts, it had to be a good time! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;*All my pictures suck. &amp;nbsp;The pictures on one of the girls&#39; camera are WAY better, but I&#39;m impatient and didn&#39;t wait....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My mom has been trying to get me to join the same charity group as her for years. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m just too busy during the school year, but Andrew has been working so much, that I think another activity would be good...so I&#39;ve been seriously pondering it and am attending some of their events.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thursday night my mom and I went to a food bank to sort food.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gH36YZ2E5R_ej9bVsnrJKDU16kXEuKz60cgcxuAVFEoZsEqcCfQxpWdCXJLP6njbYmcSNgSqQshi4QQBk5njYj3rQuEokutXD0oyQ9oVbbONVqbq7cGNCFYtLp-71T2XT4MvUenz4rgT/s1600/photo+2.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gH36YZ2E5R_ej9bVsnrJKDU16kXEuKz60cgcxuAVFEoZsEqcCfQxpWdCXJLP6njbYmcSNgSqQshi4QQBk5njYj3rQuEokutXD0oyQ9oVbbONVqbq7cGNCFYtLp-71T2XT4MvUenz4rgT/s320/photo+2.JPG&quot; width=&quot;239&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was pretty much back breaking work, but I got to hang out with my mom, catch up with a HS friend, AND help out people that need the help. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m just one step closer to being a woman who lunches and does philanthropy work. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m becoming my mother....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/4162823821303193433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/4162823821303193433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/4162823821303193433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/4162823821303193433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/08/working-food-bank.html' title='Working a Food Bank'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXpI9LZroaC9SUiCr8HZzsDIkkZ-KUNBF55izutRh8r4rZ7hWY4aMb4OVy7XvWXmiUoVdFJVd84Z_7-3IXXT8zujzW1LGB_jWRBpwNA8GlYt_xHAsLaxBqTwrz-U0dbLGUZLxoDM3lq6zE/s72-c/food+bank.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-1718160861264590907</id><published>2011-08-15T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:08:47.039-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends"/><title type='text'>AntiGravity Yoga</title><content type='html'>Last week I took this class with my friend, Megan.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m pretty sure I looked exactly like these ladies....&lt;br /&gt;
and not at all&amp;nbsp;awkward or man-ish...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKaIWxdS0cAZ0BMXgGdpgSvj0XkEcJAqt_oW9mBhFN6YgcK3ZI_DTwZkqqlSHaZEroR5RSvNDyo0mvbnFe46mPOn95agetqZuL4pQ_hy0Yrq6RK5wgKwz3h_p4-WwW8aw2J-uv4ceA4k8p/s1600/anti-gravity-yoga.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;198&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKaIWxdS0cAZ0BMXgGdpgSvj0XkEcJAqt_oW9mBhFN6YgcK3ZI_DTwZkqqlSHaZEroR5RSvNDyo0mvbnFe46mPOn95agetqZuL4pQ_hy0Yrq6RK5wgKwz3h_p4-WwW8aw2J-uv4ceA4k8p/s320/anti-gravity-yoga.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This was TOTALLY my favorite pose. &amp;nbsp;It felt so good. &amp;nbsp;I kept&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;putting my hands on&amp;nbsp;the floor though, cause my brain kept freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t think it enjoyed&amp;nbsp;being upside quite as much as I did....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Obviously those last 2 pictures aren&#39;t my own, I couldn&#39;t exactly get a self portrait while we were doing it. &amp;nbsp;And, let&#39;s be honest, I didn&#39;t look ANYTHING like those women. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m sure I was all red-faced with messy hair and sweatpants. &amp;nbsp;Luckily I had to take off my glasses to do these poses, so I literally couldn&#39;t see what I looked like. &amp;nbsp;phew!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here&#39;s what the studio looks like:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Best use of a giant warehouse!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;At first I was more than a little nervous about the putting-my-whole-body-weight-in-a-fabric-hammock-then-hanging-upside-down business, but they assured me that I would be fine. &amp;nbsp;Megan had taken the class 3 times before and also assured me that I would not be on my face at anytime during the class. &amp;nbsp;I trusted them (and rightly so, there was never any floor-to-face-time....)&lt;br /&gt;
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So it&#39;s like yoga in a hammock. &amp;nbsp;It was a pretty good yoga like workout, with some minor cardio at the end. &amp;nbsp;I was REALLY feeling it for the next few days. &amp;nbsp;The ONLY thing that I didn&#39;t like was the bruised-like-feeling on my pelvis for the next few days (from, you know, the just my pelvis holding up my whole body business...) But it was a super fun class to take with a friend! :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/1718160861264590907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/1718160861264590907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/1718160861264590907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/1718160861264590907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/08/antigravity-yoga.html' title='AntiGravity Yoga'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6nxP26AEQl2TtrloW_9AI_HcHAmDbfq4cXZaLG2zGhL95f-0SyHmyZfK1enuQdEwwDZ7rQvnxAORd0PG-kytW8A7Pxz67lEEgcszRYg7RBxKMXmpkudcLZeiJeAZ5u8uQwV4QKtXwwCqH/s72-c/antigravity_yoga2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-2082833216711837088</id><published>2011-08-11T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T17:38:44.160-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cheer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Just Plain Whining"/><title type='text'>How&#39;s your Day?</title><content type='html'>Cause here&#39;s how my Tuesday ended:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgli3Hag0nR9QnqqjmHHy9WOFEtgFYHNVyay7_uo5EwGrQpRD6KSSIdkzLzde0HBNH7tVMYY0fM-bwJm7lloMwSCxZ2NELQv1MCvVDQsHgdE1CJWeEfgnnjF7mFfkybeLcNLae1LZeNGd8I/s1600/photo+3.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgli3Hag0nR9QnqqjmHHy9WOFEtgFYHNVyay7_uo5EwGrQpRD6KSSIdkzLzde0HBNH7tVMYY0fM-bwJm7lloMwSCxZ2NELQv1MCvVDQsHgdE1CJWeEfgnnjF7mFfkybeLcNLae1LZeNGd8I/s400/photo+3.JPG&quot; width=&quot;298&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She&#39;s OK, but fell straight on her back from about 7 feet up. &amp;nbsp;She complained of back pain, and you don&#39;t mess with back pain....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/2082833216711837088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/2082833216711837088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/2082833216711837088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/2082833216711837088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/08/hows-your-day.html' title='How&#39;s your Day?'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgli3Hag0nR9QnqqjmHHy9WOFEtgFYHNVyay7_uo5EwGrQpRD6KSSIdkzLzde0HBNH7tVMYY0fM-bwJm7lloMwSCxZ2NELQv1MCvVDQsHgdE1CJWeEfgnnjF7mFfkybeLcNLae1LZeNGd8I/s72-c/photo+3.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-3688574106077958507</id><published>2011-08-04T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T19:41:38.812-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Decorating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organizing"/><title type='text'>How to Store my DVDs</title><content type='html'>It has literally been years since we purchased a DVD, but Andrew used to be a crazy person that bought every movie that he ever liked. &amp;nbsp;The challenge was finding a place to keep all the DVDs. &amp;nbsp;Problem solved with our mildly obsessive same-furniture-in-every-room habit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Notice the dog bed --- it&#39;s so fancy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We keep the dog&#39;s leash in the striped box on the shelf. &amp;nbsp;If I even look at it.....Maximus goes crazy!!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/3688574106077958507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/3688574106077958507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/3688574106077958507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/3688574106077958507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-store-my-dvds.html' title='How to Store my DVDs'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg90Q_urIEYI6P-RHfrMnNQOLyb1VCYhecgeRPq-lj3k6JS0DHrKbXdGgN479merrfeVpgGDWJOH2dEjj1cjSAxoVrxCzby6MxKhw4P7egVP7_LX2VAKr0CsNnt7iQfAKL0T2xXE1QmWH7o/s72-c/DVD.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-8062956499379655340</id><published>2011-08-04T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T19:36:58.317-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organizing"/><title type='text'>Precious Little Package</title><content type='html'>BEST NEWS EVER! &amp;nbsp;Ok, maybe not the best, but really good news! I got the best package in the mail. &amp;nbsp;I posted a week ago about my closet/shoe box debacle. &amp;nbsp;I was literally thinking of purging some shoes (since I clearly know that I won&#39;t stop buying shoes....), and was very concerned&lt;br /&gt;
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So, anyhow, I got this box today (ordered from some sort of organizing website) and&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2TYOYaOwhSsiMqxPyb2h1h1O2ejTv1e_hqD0lSp95pGVpfgTIUtNE4qdTQoEndRKECZ3oAyns95-if6xbqzqg8n49prY9E-C4EjDgScyB0r58SW86odbpfcKG9PBnPgwHrMhcJKqMiEj/s1600/box.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;239&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2TYOYaOwhSsiMqxPyb2h1h1O2ejTv1e_hqD0lSp95pGVpfgTIUtNE4qdTQoEndRKECZ3oAyns95-if6xbqzqg8n49prY9E-C4EjDgScyB0r58SW86odbpfcKG9PBnPgwHrMhcJKqMiEj/s320/box.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;THEY HAD THE OLD STYLE!!! &amp;nbsp;YIPPPEEEEEE!!! Now I have 6 more, but am actually thinking of ordering more. &amp;nbsp;Is 6 boxes enough for all of eternity? &amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t decide how many more to buy. &amp;nbsp;Oh 1st world problems....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/8062956499379655340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/8062956499379655340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/8062956499379655340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/8062956499379655340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/08/precious-little-package.html' title='Precious Little Package'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2TYOYaOwhSsiMqxPyb2h1h1O2ejTv1e_hqD0lSp95pGVpfgTIUtNE4qdTQoEndRKECZ3oAyns95-if6xbqzqg8n49prY9E-C4EjDgScyB0r58SW86odbpfcKG9PBnPgwHrMhcJKqMiEj/s72-c/box.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-4448072959806872931</id><published>2011-08-02T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:27:52.976-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cheer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teacher whining"/><title type='text'>Cheer Fundraiser</title><content type='html'>The money thing for the whole state of California is actually beginning to cause me to lose sleep. &amp;nbsp;I am lucky enough, that money isn&#39;t a regular concern at home. &amp;nbsp;We live comfortably and I don&#39;t really stress about day-to-day expenses. &amp;nbsp;My cheer team&#39;s finances, on the other hand, is going to literally kill me.&lt;br /&gt;
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The ACLU recently settled a case in CA where they stipulated that schools can no longer charge for an activity or sport. &amp;nbsp;They can merely request donations. &amp;nbsp;Now, this lawsuit began when 2 cheer parents from a low income school sued about a decade ago. &amp;nbsp;The idea was that by asking for donations, sports would be opened up to all kids. &amp;nbsp;Sounds like a great plan. &amp;nbsp;BUT, what they forgot about is the fact that the low income kids won&#39;t make the donations (not because they don&#39;t want to, but rather that they can&#39;t), so it just TOTALLY screws the low-income kids out of everything kids at other schools have. &amp;nbsp;This year my kids didn&#39;t get to go to cheer camp, don&#39;t have uniforms, briefs, heck they don&#39;t even have cheer shoes. &amp;nbsp;Now my low-income kids are going to feel even worse when we play against a team with decked-out cheerleaders who aren&#39;t affected by this new law (since their parents will glady make the &quot;donations&quot;) &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s just really widened the chasm.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I know this sounds like I&#39;m just sitting around whining about my poor, poor students. &amp;nbsp;Well, I agree, that is what I&#39;m doing. &amp;nbsp;Although I do this while we do a ton of fundraising. &amp;nbsp;We&#39;ve made about $10,000 just this summer alone. &amp;nbsp;The unfortunate thing about that is that that just barely paid off what we spent last year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;Apparently I would make a horrible accountant&lt;/strike&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Actually it&#39;s because the girls all signed a contract promising to pay last year, but then several got wind of this new law and decided they didn&#39;t have to pay. &amp;nbsp;But, they had already gone to camp, ridden the buses, competed, etc. &amp;nbsp;The money was already spent and now they don&#39;t have to pay it back. &amp;nbsp;I think this is actually just teaching the kids a HORRIBLE lesson. &amp;nbsp;You can get stuff for free........&lt;br /&gt;
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We have done tons of car washes, sold candy, sold cookie dough, sold snacks at school, sold newspaper subscriptions, sold pies, run a firework booth.....I&#39;m out of ideas! &amp;nbsp;We have asked literally every business in Westminster for donations, but we get the &quot;in this economy....&quot; kind of reaction. &amp;nbsp;I have had a family member offer to buy poms for my girls, and that seriously took off a lot of pressure. &amp;nbsp;My sister and I are going to make bows this weekend, but that&#39;s another cost for me. &amp;nbsp;And remember, I VOLUNTEER to coach. &amp;nbsp;It costs me THOUSANDS of dollars every year to volunteer. &amp;nbsp;What the heck??? &amp;nbsp;We have to pay for buses to and from football &amp;amp; basketball games (it&#39;s district policy that they can&#39;t get themselves there, but then ZERO funds are provided to cover the thousands of dollars that we have to pay for the school buses...arg!). &amp;nbsp;This whole thing may drive me over the edge!&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean, what kind of world do we live in where a teacher, who already doesn&#39;t make that much money, is sent one of these every summer? &amp;nbsp;I mean, ya, we get the summers off, but we surely don&#39;t get paid for them!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Yes, teachers buy MOST of the stuff your kids use in the classroom......&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Anyway, if anyone actually does read this and&lt;br /&gt;
1. knows a company that is just SEARCHING for something to donate to (for the tax write-off)&lt;br /&gt;
2. knows a really rich person who is just SEARCHING for something to donate to (for the tax write-off)&lt;br /&gt;
3. Knows of an amazing fundraiser that I haven&#39;t thought of yet....&lt;br /&gt;
please let me know!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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Go to www.westminstercheer.shutterfly.com to see their adorable faces!&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not above working, begging, pleading, and am getting close to being ready for stealing. &amp;nbsp;OK, not yet, but almost. Help!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;(and for those of you that are sick of hearing me whine, sorry!!!!! and, thank you for listening!) :)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/4448072959806872931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/4448072959806872931' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/4448072959806872931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/4448072959806872931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/08/cheer-fundraiser.html' title='Cheer Fundraiser'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTPqiB2Tg3WuNGHpi_cAt9asQ-d0ZKK2rszZYAqDtZP9P23CkpIZ4MSb1mx5WagrWTowlKcIb35WVc6PL5ssuzeqLWZV0fsw1upcJba_Qn2z3phVLwW0yFkCMvyyMzCvR_TAkntenFN4D/s72-c/photo+%252815%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-9144032126274441261</id><published>2011-08-02T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T16:36:23.755-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Husby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teacher whining"/><title type='text'>What Do Teachers Do During the Summer?</title><content type='html'>Well, bake of course. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday I didn&#39;t have any set plans, so I decided to bake for all the boys I know (Husband, Red 5 boys, and my bff who was getting home after an extended trip).....&lt;br /&gt;
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Since I don&#39;t do things half-way, I basically made ALL the desserts.&lt;br /&gt;
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I told Andrew what each one was, but then remembered that they&#39;re boys, so there were probably not questions- &amp;nbsp;just crumbs and grunting....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Chocolate chip cookies, brownies, snickerdoodles, &amp;amp; oatmeal chocolate chip w/ candied pecans&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Delivered like a pro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;THEY CHANGED THE SHAPE OF THE BOXES.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Old box on the left....new one on the right. &amp;nbsp;They don&#39;t even stack together!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The change may seem minute for the untrained-crazy-person-eyes, but for me it&#39;s an emergency! &amp;nbsp;As I was telling this story to Andrew, his immediate reaction was &quot;you&#39;re NOT buying all new boxes!&quot; &amp;nbsp;He knows the crazy look in my eye. &amp;nbsp;I went to several BB&amp;amp;B desperately hoping that they would have a few old ones sitting around, but alas, they do not. &amp;nbsp;I told the guy that I guess I had to stop buying shoes. &amp;nbsp;He looked at me like I was insane and said &quot;that seems a little drastic.&quot; &amp;nbsp;I could also start purging old ones. &amp;nbsp;arg. I just ordered some off of Amazon and am HOPING that they are the old style. &amp;nbsp;I guess this will curb the shoe buying, since I only have ONE precious box left. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m going to be VERY choosy. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;*I realize that this is not that serious.......but rather just annoying.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/7293423591641938591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/7293423591641938591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/7293423591641938591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/7293423591641938591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/07/crisis-of-epic-proportions.html' title='Crisis of EPIC Proportions!'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4xQQM9vl3qD7s7KfSL7PUegkjD9IbN5R1v_TIOdNIJne42qN_B7zKuWHmTF3Thl56I_1XlaCKf2L7FHgkJ14X4ecyw8md7W4Rw-qcIo28xxwfSsL3TfJsXR60i21BAwYRcmf0FHCdPVb/s72-c/photo+1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-1204740807654827730</id><published>2011-07-28T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:17:52.289-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Decorating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Maximus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organizing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Traveling"/><title type='text'>Silly Family Photos</title><content type='html'>In our house, we only have 1 place that we have personalized photos hung - in the office. &amp;nbsp;When we first moved into this house, we decided that we didn&#39;t want to fill our house with pictures of us, but rather with art and such. &amp;nbsp;The office, however is now FILLED with photos! &lt;br /&gt;
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Now, this one, I realize is by far the most ridiculous thing you&#39;ll ever see in your whole life. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s tucked away in the office, on a kind of a wall that you don&#39;t see. &amp;nbsp;He&#39;s just too cute not to have his own portrait!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, I had pop-art made of my dog&#39;s face. &amp;nbsp;But, when it&#39;s a face that looks like this how could you not????&lt;br /&gt;
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Which takes me to the only other place we have personal pictures up. &amp;nbsp;We started this book shelf of pictures many, many, many, many years ago. &amp;nbsp;Then it only had a few pictures and many more books. &amp;nbsp;Now it TOTALLY looks ridiculous and you can&#39;t even see the books. &amp;nbsp;But we are planning on moving within the next year or so, so I don&#39;t want to start a whole new process. &amp;nbsp;In our eventual permanent house, we plan on having some sort of wall where all of these are posted, but for now it&#39;ll do. &amp;nbsp;On this bookshelf we post 1 picture from each trip we take. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I&#39;ll just sit and look at each picture. &amp;nbsp;They represent SUCH great memories. &amp;nbsp;Each one reminds me of what ever country we were in. &lt;br /&gt;
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Eventually I would like to put a label/sign on the front of each one that says what country we were in and the date/year. &amp;nbsp;As of now, I have it written on the back, but there will come a day that we will not remember.....sad but true!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/1204740807654827730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/1204740807654827730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/1204740807654827730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/1204740807654827730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/07/silly-family-photos.html' title='Silly Family Photos'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4ssrs09PMG8Q-Dswfnr_RZlr8SuSSRrq6pRMOXonmCwYhe_dABDq8CfRAcDsgcmV1xR6RnatEJ-GQkB8dLi0B750QA520L_93ByHRo3MMJ8xeiHBatHZQ2c8MzISUCAsIpvvTOBCFzyk/s72-c/photo+1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-4559401331497685819</id><published>2011-07-28T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:18:07.012-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><title type='text'>OC Fair Shenanigans</title><content type='html'>Every single year of my life, I have gone to the Orange County Fair. &amp;nbsp;Well, I lie. &amp;nbsp;The year we got married we couldn&#39;t go, since our honeymoon was 5.5 weeks and we missed the entire fair! &amp;nbsp;When I was younger we would ALWAYS ride the rides, but then once I hit high school, I decided they were pretty unsafe. &amp;nbsp;But then the last few years I guess I changed my mind because I&#39;m back to riding them all again. &amp;nbsp;They&#39;re still super unsafe, but also super fun. &amp;nbsp;I figure I&#39;ve lived a pretty good life. &amp;nbsp;Well, that and Andrew hasn&#39;t gone with me for the last 2 years in a row (he&#39;s been working and working and working), so he&#39;s not there to tell me how unsafe they are (he is not a fan of any sort of roller coaster, especially those put together for only a month).&lt;br /&gt;
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The OC Fair is basically a place to fill your arteries, have a chance to pet some farm animals (since we are all city kids), and enjoy the rides. &amp;nbsp;Which, we did all 3 to the very fullest. &lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know if it&#39;s because I&#39;m old now, but I thought the fair was SUPER crowded this year. &amp;nbsp;It was a Wednesday night, but we drove around for like 35 minutes to find a spot! &amp;nbsp;It was packed with lots of OC residents.....many had very interesting (putting it lightly) looks about them. &amp;nbsp;People watching is one of my favorite fair activities!&lt;br /&gt;
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WARNING: &amp;nbsp;the following pictures have all been fried enough to clog the arteries of a whole army. &amp;nbsp;HOWEVER, in our defense, it&#39;s the fair! &amp;nbsp;Also, all 7 of us shared!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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First, we started with this little fried dough that is very new to the fair world:&lt;br /&gt;
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It basically tasted like a sweet, kind of cherry flavored donut. &amp;nbsp;It was OK, but since everyone has been talking about it, I&#39;m glad we tried it......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;GIANT donut with maple &amp;amp; bacon on the top. &amp;nbsp;My mother, who only eats veggies&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; string cheese totally bought this one. &amp;nbsp;She described it as like breakfast that all&lt;br /&gt;
touches. &amp;nbsp;I was not such a fan.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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This is a chocolate covered corn dog &amp;amp; a beer-battered-bacon-sandwich with fries&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Then we went to go visit the farm animals. &amp;nbsp;We have a big farm on campus at my HS, so I was not all that much&amp;nbsp;intrigued. &amp;nbsp;However Sara and Jenna were ALL ABOUT petting all the animals. &amp;nbsp;Then they decided that they really wanted to pet these 6 day old goats. &amp;nbsp;The mom goat was not having it and kept giving them the stink eye and was clearly ready to bite them. They didn&#39;t seem to care. &amp;nbsp;Then my city-mouse mother decided she was jealous and also wanted to pet one. &amp;nbsp;Though she was concerned that they all looked &quot;dirty.&quot; &amp;nbsp;She chose this goat because she felt like it looked the cleanest. &amp;nbsp;Oh silly mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was much hand washing done after these pictures were taken. &amp;nbsp;The OC is so &quot;city&quot; that there was even a booth where everyone could go and watch a cow be milked. &amp;nbsp;Kids were oohing and aahing. &amp;nbsp;It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next were the rides. &amp;nbsp;I am a big fan of all types of rollercoasters. &amp;nbsp;The higher, faster, scarier, bumpier, etc, the better. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then we capped the food &amp;amp; ride filled evening with a lovely family picture. &amp;nbsp;Yes two were missing (husband=Andrew and bff=James), but otherwise it was really a perfect evening. &lt;br /&gt;
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Andrew barely notices it anymore, however, because he is distracted by this:&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it means I may have a problem with rhinestones if that&#39;s what I would save? &amp;nbsp;I have the same amount of emotions and feelings as a robot, so there&#39;s not really anything else sentimental that I would save. &amp;nbsp;I never even made a wedding photo album. &amp;nbsp;I only have 1 small wedding picture up in the house. &amp;nbsp;The only thing I would save would be my pretty little rhinestones!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/6413992775328488881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/6413992775328488881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/6413992775328488881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/6413992775328488881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-would-you-save-in-fire.html' title='What Would You Save in a Fire?'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg01Pdqy87QHwGCQ3JwDErPMpOZHJvnBz5vTpmn1cmHNYbR-p78vvhcXFbZ1Rq_fHROA08_vbtrP51bL9TiphRkVuX6a_44K-Ezq01xmma3PKWe1Ks9YWG9KpfKgM1hYiO_FlxyZodG4jDg/s72-c/photo+%252811%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-3572390785923648038</id><published>2011-07-27T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T12:49:31.292-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Decorating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organizing"/><title type='text'>Decorating: My Bathroom</title><content type='html'>Bathrooms have a tendency to be ugly and boring. &amp;nbsp;Ever since our very first apartment, I&#39;ve tried to make them a little bit more personalized. &amp;nbsp;However, I discovered that I failed years ago...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7VoewzwtO53wvYQNtlJk9J_3VIJy4CW2m7lRqV0D22GZaQIl0lzD7MzJOmJ60-pdhNOqdZ-r9jCHt2gcMW8N75t9G6w7wI3rqNn6T5244yDTBInS7gIcanAhetPNaCh7eCXOYTFEYBouc/s1600/photo+%252810%2529.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;239&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7VoewzwtO53wvYQNtlJk9J_3VIJy4CW2m7lRqV0D22GZaQIl0lzD7MzJOmJ60-pdhNOqdZ-r9jCHt2gcMW8N75t9G6w7wI3rqNn6T5244yDTBInS7gIcanAhetPNaCh7eCXOYTFEYBouc/s320/photo+%252810%2529.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Now this hangs in one of my closets...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we first moved out 5 years ago, I hung this in the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;I had red towels in there, so I thought it was so cute. &amp;nbsp;I hung it on a blank wall above the toilet, since this wall was boring. I never realized it was an issue, until one of my friends (male) said it was weird to use the toilet while staring at young pictures of us. &amp;nbsp;haha. &amp;nbsp;Being a lady, this was never an issue that I saw.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I tried to keep that in mind this time and there are NO personalized pictures up in the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;Actually, we only have personalized pictures in one room in our house (the office)....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15TOvVYsRnasVDpOaKgC7wSVu-6oB1_flAqJCvKnHEL9joypeMhBXFCLlXmDYhYDcv1ycmyULoH8iDO7868wt383K-vZAuvbOPymKrTBq1CiHBsb0G7MS5USTF2i8SPlBt3M51eThnquF/s1600/photo+2.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15TOvVYsRnasVDpOaKgC7wSVu-6oB1_flAqJCvKnHEL9joypeMhBXFCLlXmDYhYDcv1ycmyULoH8iDO7868wt383K-vZAuvbOPymKrTBq1CiHBsb0G7MS5USTF2i8SPlBt3M51eThnquF/s1600/photo+2.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While I don&#39;t have personalized pictures, I do, however, have these personalized towels. &amp;nbsp;As soon as we got married, I pretty much put our initials on everything! &amp;nbsp;I just love personalized stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I said from the beginning, bathrooms are not very exciting.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/3572390785923648038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/3572390785923648038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/3572390785923648038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/3572390785923648038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/07/decorating-my-bathroom.html' title='Decorating: My Bathroom'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7VoewzwtO53wvYQNtlJk9J_3VIJy4CW2m7lRqV0D22GZaQIl0lzD7MzJOmJ60-pdhNOqdZ-r9jCHt2gcMW8N75t9G6w7wI3rqNn6T5244yDTBInS7gIcanAhetPNaCh7eCXOYTFEYBouc/s72-c/photo+%252810%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-9004646327358176019</id><published>2011-07-26T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T16:48:21.376-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Decorating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organizing"/><title type='text'>Dining Room</title><content type='html'>So here&#39;s my dining room. &amp;nbsp;And by dining room, I mean wine rack. &amp;nbsp;It really does dominate the entire room.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQS0y-YWWV1sB785rqzGqUtR0-iiLfzgD8Y5RufP9Eit4BJg5Q5BvJ0Vn4MsD77Za5EmViwT4IMJLn5CRI7WXQvODcU6ReZe8XlYTXIXMiJPIW1eTrb1c5fXfprbmfWTWnaFo7l3uh1LX/s1600/photo+4.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQS0y-YWWV1sB785rqzGqUtR0-iiLfzgD8Y5RufP9Eit4BJg5Q5BvJ0Vn4MsD77Za5EmViwT4IMJLn5CRI7WXQvODcU6ReZe8XlYTXIXMiJPIW1eTrb1c5fXfprbmfWTWnaFo7l3uh1LX/s1600/photo+4.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I &amp;lt;3 this blue glass stuff so hard. &amp;nbsp;Andrew is not such a fan. &amp;nbsp;He actually refuses to drink &lt;br /&gt;
wine out of the blue glasses. &amp;nbsp;weirdo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we were table shopping, it was nearly impossible to find a set we liked. &amp;nbsp;So, we just bought the table at one place and the black leather chairs at a different place. &amp;nbsp;Eventually I would like to have a giant dining room, add the leaf to the table, and get big comfy fabric chairs to go at the end of the table. &amp;nbsp;Right now, there just isn&#39;t enough room in the dining room right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_fQIGoiH-7W5eJxpXRQXeJNsYJM_Dtbh8hoFIuZTvfs73J9yqhWME35vMQN8l2USamIemUkGd8k9o8AfD6pN-4CfCvPlbxabfSPenIOOU-gORskx24bWMauOFAo4-WrZjSnHBUJWbW70/s1600/photo+5.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_fQIGoiH-7W5eJxpXRQXeJNsYJM_Dtbh8hoFIuZTvfs73J9yqhWME35vMQN8l2USamIemUkGd8k9o8AfD6pN-4CfCvPlbxabfSPenIOOU-gORskx24bWMauOFAo4-WrZjSnHBUJWbW70/s1600/photo+5.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Wine rack - clearly I need to go wine shopping, --- several of these &amp;nbsp;stacks are looking sad and empty....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/9004646327358176019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/9004646327358176019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/9004646327358176019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/9004646327358176019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/07/dining-room.html' title='Dining Room'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQS0y-YWWV1sB785rqzGqUtR0-iiLfzgD8Y5RufP9Eit4BJg5Q5BvJ0Vn4MsD77Za5EmViwT4IMJLn5CRI7WXQvODcU6ReZe8XlYTXIXMiJPIW1eTrb1c5fXfprbmfWTWnaFo7l3uh1LX/s72-c/photo+4.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-5903142225848745131</id><published>2011-07-26T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T16:23:52.534-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Maximus"/><title type='text'>Schnoodle Gets a Haircut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVwEUXXDbHLoxL2DwuUZlvR4f-S2VC3fZm7gdGs3weWU5ZK-0sf7YNDtAHRk1ddBtWo9t1qAe6q7zuTGvVaQHN6ySXi9WqTZ1WMKuLHel5zrR4F_jhEQcCsGneRPOJCXQTUnm-jr_756DE/s1600/photo.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVwEUXXDbHLoxL2DwuUZlvR4f-S2VC3fZm7gdGs3weWU5ZK-0sf7YNDtAHRk1ddBtWo9t1qAe6q7zuTGvVaQHN6ySXi9WqTZ1WMKuLHel5zrR4F_jhEQcCsGneRPOJCXQTUnm-jr_756DE/s320/photo.JPG&quot; width=&quot;239&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Maximus&#39; summer haircut&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;He&#39;s ugly again. &amp;nbsp;I used a new groomer this time, and she left his face long like a Schnauzer, so he&#39;s extra ugly. &amp;nbsp;But, also extra snuggly (since I saved him from the groomer and all.). &amp;nbsp;The new groomer told me that he&#39;s so cute and was silent and really well-behaved. &amp;nbsp;yay for puppy training a la Brownell!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/5903142225848745131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/5903142225848745131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/5903142225848745131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/5903142225848745131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/07/schnoodle-gets-haircut.html' title='Schnoodle Gets a Haircut.'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVwEUXXDbHLoxL2DwuUZlvR4f-S2VC3fZm7gdGs3weWU5ZK-0sf7YNDtAHRk1ddBtWo9t1qAe6q7zuTGvVaQHN6ySXi9WqTZ1WMKuLHel5zrR4F_jhEQcCsGneRPOJCXQTUnm-jr_756DE/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-8566740471259538385</id><published>2011-07-25T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T16:49:08.021-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Decorating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organizing"/><title type='text'>Decorating :  My Bedroom</title><content type='html'>I feel VERY lukewarm about the bedspread on my bed.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s actually a duvet cover on top of a bedspread.&amp;nbsp; We have a spoiled dog that will sit on our bed and chew on a bone, and the bedspread is a whole production to wash every week.&amp;nbsp; The duvet cover makes the washing easier, but then putting it back on is a whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Also, Andrew hates every single pillow on the bed.&amp;nbsp; If he had it his way, there would be exactly TWO pillows - the ones that we sleep upon.&amp;nbsp; He doesn&#39;t understand that a bed like that looks too empty and strange.&amp;nbsp; Also, you can see Andrew&#39;s stupid water bottle on the side table.&amp;nbsp; No joke, he drinks like 4&amp;nbsp;a night....then just leaves them there.&amp;nbsp; I go CRAZY and throw them away everyday.&amp;nbsp; He now jokingly calls it his &quot;water-bottle graveyard&quot; since there&#39;s always a bunch sitting there.&amp;nbsp; ARG!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It was VERY difficult to hang those pictures in a square!&amp;nbsp; Also, I hate the black&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;pillows in the front.&amp;nbsp; They&#39;re too flat and look riduclous (I switched them with the ones we&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;sleep on....).&amp;nbsp; I keep forgetting to buy new fluffier ones.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I do, however, LOVE my new Scrabble pillow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6zGMloL04eHqN2tpwuVfe-vEY4wS6Q3n5MdM4uUyNj2n2Ks5ifnY0tgU0EiXOp83PKdyU0Z1L_j3caXHomwJHGqO6poz7QqWi_tNViQrsvTn3b92c5q3niBWuOs80CYCAhpVG5SF30BIb/s1600/photo+2.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6zGMloL04eHqN2tpwuVfe-vEY4wS6Q3n5MdM4uUyNj2n2Ks5ifnY0tgU0EiXOp83PKdyU0Z1L_j3caXHomwJHGqO6poz7QqWi_tNViQrsvTn3b92c5q3niBWuOs80CYCAhpVG5SF30BIb/s640/photo+2.JPG&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I realize that the &quot;B&quot; on the Scrabble board is not worth 7, however that&#39;s &quot;our number.&quot;&amp;nbsp; We got married on 07-07-07, so I found a place that custom makes them.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s my favorite thing in my bedroom right now.&amp;nbsp; The rest I&#39;m a pretty much over.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/8566740471259538385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/8566740471259538385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/8566740471259538385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/8566740471259538385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/07/decorating-my-bedroom.html' title='Decorating :  My Bedroom'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpe-4DyIMr-Aen3WVCn7Vs_OmcnsQwL9MXG0KHX_oDst_hs8EEdTeAgTRgQzddYeja_KvBINX8u8VYrutm-XMHxQDww-IOkCfznNZxbojbMSBGyEMnGZDV9O9ekU2OdCYTn3ZHAc8-CFGr/s72-c/photo+1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062687207160906916.post-6712016269751000102</id><published>2011-07-25T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T16:49:08.022-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Decorating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Organizing"/><title type='text'>How to Organize my Pantry</title><content type='html'>Today, I&#39;m going to discuss my pantry.&amp;nbsp; No joke, I empty it out and start over about 3 times a year.&amp;nbsp; I like how it&#39;s currently set up, except there are like 2 bottles of stuff in there that totally won&#39;t fit in the shelves and stress me out when I open the cabinet.&amp;nbsp; I may be sick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcdP0vFVLEW-Z01iybaY_JaGbsChqL2_MW-NPeaPLSRZcBFAX9gMVsnVpO1hvdMH-YwTeuN1r6hYujsPCH8m1Glo05_j0byeRa8oiRjpYNysJik9eRVMPJ1YUDMPn3BAAUXnJc6jnQ1pV/s1600/organizing+-+pantry.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcdP0vFVLEW-Z01iybaY_JaGbsChqL2_MW-NPeaPLSRZcBFAX9gMVsnVpO1hvdMH-YwTeuN1r6hYujsPCH8m1Glo05_j0byeRa8oiRjpYNysJik9eRVMPJ1YUDMPn3BAAUXnJc6jnQ1pV/s400/organizing+-+pantry.JPG&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The ones that won&#39;t fit are clearly the ones lying on their sides.&amp;nbsp; Bane of my pantry existance......</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/feeds/6712016269751000102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7062687207160906916/6712016269751000102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/6712016269751000102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7062687207160906916/posts/default/6712016269751000102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrownells.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-to-organize-my-pantry.html' title='How to Organize my Pantry'/><author><name>Mrs. ummmmmm......Brownell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537438600496017622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs9R37hNkcsX49xhUmchvnTPhkaPFDbPsWMdlQjkK_xZDn2vVd7RwACs9mtZHgrxuYHkz5wkSeKO1NhwmpxjgpzK4S9ANRjmEuyo1hy7CXeSLaW1Snq_yNqBO6F7A5qU/s220/47b8cf20b3127cce9854882d4c3e00000056100SaMXLlyzY4.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcdP0vFVLEW-Z01iybaY_JaGbsChqL2_MW-NPeaPLSRZcBFAX9gMVsnVpO1hvdMH-YwTeuN1r6hYujsPCH8m1Glo05_j0byeRa8oiRjpYNysJik9eRVMPJ1YUDMPn3BAAUXnJc6jnQ1pV/s72-c/organizing+-+pantry.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>