<?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-1959624738904696424</id><updated>2025-05-12T00:48:34.516-07:00</updated><category term="Buffet"/><category term="Role Models"/><category term="Vacation"/><category term="baking"/><category term="boys"/><category term="cookies"/><category term="perry"/><category term="recipes"/><category term="running"/><category term="teenage"/><category term="walter"/><title type='text'>Vegas Or Bust</title><subtitle type='html'>Viva Las Vegas, and all that comes along with it...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-2141613271674220989</id><published>2008-12-20T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:48:38.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know Im Getting Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So the hubby and I decided to have Mexican food last night. This is not something we normally do. In fact, we have live in Las Vegas almost a year and had no idea where a mexican restaurant was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found a Macayo&#39;s and decided to just eat there. i have having a mad craving for chips and salsa and some alcohol. Being a CPS worker is really stressful and for some reason has brought me to drink...probably not a healthy new lifestyle for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the waitress talked us into drinking our margarita&#39;s out of these ceramic glass/bowl type cups. This way they next time we go back (im sure in another year) we can get our drinks for half the price if we bring in our new fancy ceramic drink cups...My husbands has a  Hispanic woman on it with a pretty huge rack, and mine is a jolly Hispanic man with a sweet mustache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhebeMqZK2QYb6oqjcMLnhtONjiAitpclXtpiLxgPVvI_lGnWfG9dQiGr-qg_OzlL19IQdf21iGskyjY6kEjDnQPLv2zIV9Eq0nIXLLv9zfpMMXsyBsLs9ldzS78UKbZuhpZ3B8gufqPNI/s1600-h/las+vegas+104.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281914443002549410&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhebeMqZK2QYb6oqjcMLnhtONjiAitpclXtpiLxgPVvI_lGnWfG9dQiGr-qg_OzlL19IQdf21iGskyjY6kEjDnQPLv2zIV9Eq0nIXLLv9zfpMMXsyBsLs9ldzS78UKbZuhpZ3B8gufqPNI/s320/las+vegas+104.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I finally feel like an old lady. I had one drink and was pretty tipsy. My husband got his normal red face from drinking (I think its the Irish blood) and we were acting like teenagers. Im serious...giggling, spilling things, talking loud. Im now extremely embarrassed of myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate chips and salsa like it was my job and then when we got home, we tore through the cookies and candy my sister had care packaged to me...I woke up in the middle of the night with the worse headache and stomachache. Its a good thing that Im not running today, I actually don&#39;t know if I would be able to. Sooooo Laaaame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, we also watched the movie House Bunny, with Anna Faris...good flick...wicked cheesy, but when tipsy and drunk on cookies, anything becomes entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think I am going to spend the day on the couch. I am officially done with Christmas shopping...thank god!  Happy Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/2141613271674220989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/2141613271674220989' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2141613271674220989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2141613271674220989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-i-know-im-getting-old.html' title='Now I know Im Getting Old!'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhebeMqZK2QYb6oqjcMLnhtONjiAitpclXtpiLxgPVvI_lGnWfG9dQiGr-qg_OzlL19IQdf21iGskyjY6kEjDnQPLv2zIV9Eq0nIXLLv9zfpMMXsyBsLs9ldzS78UKbZuhpZ3B8gufqPNI/s72-c/las+vegas+104.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-5028377725678823489</id><published>2008-12-18T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:19:42.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in the Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohFljlPk9FYRmNgAw01tYsd-XMLi-O0Y2Qvtj95Z7k7vJ3Prs7DWzRFj_x3CA_51_26xQ8SAnT_2iWDT8a06yh-IzZzhBftiqSzn8XuRFVRdPeoXt-u4baB6lSeeVxjzlkhcrw3LdJQU/s1600-h/1b31fd539350e1da.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281378479646222258&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohFljlPk9FYRmNgAw01tYsd-XMLi-O0Y2Qvtj95Z7k7vJ3Prs7DWzRFj_x3CA_51_26xQ8SAnT_2iWDT8a06yh-IzZzhBftiqSzn8XuRFVRdPeoXt-u4baB6lSeeVxjzlkhcrw3LdJQU/s320/1b31fd539350e1da.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It snowed in Las Vegas and the people here went insane!  He He! All of you who live is states where snow is an everyday thing would laugh. Schools here shut down and work was let out early, it was breaking news all night (interupting my stories, which was upsetting). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&#39;s pretty cool though. I hated the snow when I lived in Colorado and thats why I wanted to leave, but I kindof liked when it snowed here the past couple of days.  Something different, and it is really beautiful.  I dont want this to happen all the time, but during the holiday its really nice.  So for now I will just enjoy it cause I will be wishing for it when it is 120 degrees in the summer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/5028377725678823489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/5028377725678823489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5028377725678823489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5028377725678823489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-in-desert.html' title='Snow in the Desert'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohFljlPk9FYRmNgAw01tYsd-XMLi-O0Y2Qvtj95Z7k7vJ3Prs7DWzRFj_x3CA_51_26xQ8SAnT_2iWDT8a06yh-IzZzhBftiqSzn8XuRFVRdPeoXt-u4baB6lSeeVxjzlkhcrw3LdJQU/s72-c/1b31fd539350e1da.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-9101573746619141838</id><published>2008-12-14T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:59:45.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routines and Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Do you ever wake up and sort of dread your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I woke up this morning, began putting on my running clothes and realized that I do the exact same things every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Sunday&#39;s: My long runs, grocery shopping, church, baking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Monday-Thursday&#39;s (This same thing every day): Work, change into running clothes at 445 pm, get out of work at 5 on the dot, go to the gym, run, come home and make dinner, make lunch for the next day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Friday&#39;s: Same as Monday through Thursday but since this is my husbands night off I have to rush my run and get home for us to go to dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Saturdays are my non running days, but those are pretty routine with shopping and a movie with the husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;This is my routine every single week. And for some reason lately it has been driving me crazy. I even make the same exact lunch every single day. Can someone tell me if this is really pathetic or not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Im sitting here watching people on tv roaming the streets of Venice and I am so envious of them. I want to just drop everything and fly to some other country right now and just roam the streets for days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I of course don&#39;t have that luxury right now, I have a new job and don&#39;t have any vacation for the whole year of my probation period. Really, if you think about it, what life is that to live. I mean, I enjoy my job and it keeps me busy, but sometimes I just want a life where I just drop everything and go on adventures with no bills or loans to worry about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My husband and I wanted to wait on having kids so we could have the freedom to travel and go on adventures before we cant because of kids. Look at us though, he works in the casino industry and hasn&#39;t have any time off for a whole year, and I am now starting a job where I wont be able to have any time off for a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Wow, for some reason I feel like some of my posts have been real debbie downers lately, but Im just kind of feeling blah right now...I&#39;m sure it has to do with the holidays and how busy and hectic everything is, but I don&#39;t want to one day look back on my life and wish I had done more. I know I&#39;m young, but I don&#39;t want to get stuck saying &quot;someday we will travel when we have time&quot; the more a person says that, the less time it seems they really have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;What a scary thought, but for now, I wish I could get out of my mundane routine, but I just don&#39;t know how. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/9101573746619141838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/9101573746619141838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/9101573746619141838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/9101573746619141838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-sort-of-life-do-i-have.html' title='Routines and Frustration'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-6880639437852713951</id><published>2008-12-11T19:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:45.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Panic</title><content type='html'>My husbands birthday is January 4th...this creates a lot of anxiety for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a family where no one has a birthday past October and before late February, which is perfect cause then we only have had to deal with Christmas presents during Christmas time. Now however, I have married a man whose whole family has their birthdays in November, December, and early January...What the F!  This puts a lot of pressure on me, especially since I have made it my mission to be the best gift giver ever in his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I&#39;m in stress mode and since we don&#39;t live near either of our families, I need to have all shopping done A-SAP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course with my running schedule, my Christmas baking, and work, I don&#39;t have much time....soooo, well, I should maybe get started, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here&#39;s to my next marathon, it  starts on Saturday early morning and doesn&#39;t stop till i&#39;m done!  Wish me luck!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/6880639437852713951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/6880639437852713951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6880639437852713951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6880639437852713951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-panic.html' title='Holiday Panic'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-6865420284436248578</id><published>2008-12-07T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:48:18.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New PR for Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPraAoVK_cYgMwqH9yEOLrGWWtPYRQEVwM90tH9twcQcsmytTo_ddzeqZYt5_2jkhSH6qWkeTwdlYI3K_DK1zSA0LD_Rg5e07TnnjhRuljOIFHC3dBjJq-m5RTQg7rLwVQxTtc-YLVX4/s1600-h/images5.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277291926438722386&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPraAoVK_cYgMwqH9yEOLrGWWtPYRQEVwM90tH9twcQcsmytTo_ddzeqZYt5_2jkhSH6qWkeTwdlYI3K_DK1zSA0LD_Rg5e07TnnjhRuljOIFHC3dBjJq-m5RTQg7rLwVQxTtc-YLVX4/s320/images5.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know this is not going to sound too exciting to all you awesome runners out there, but I finally broke my 10 mile slump today and I ran 12 miles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;It felt really good to do so, and I am really proud of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I also took a survey in my Runner&#39;s World magazine tonight and it said that I am a middle distance runner, which after reading everything about middle distance runner I fully agree. So, its good to know that I&#39;m not a complete failure for not being able to run a Marathon, although, it is still my long term goal in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I read so many blogs of people who run Marathons all the time and it seems so effortless for them. I would love to one day feel the same way about myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;One day I will be able to say I have run a marathon, and I cant wait for that day. For now however, I will just be really excited about my 12 miles today.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/6865420284436248578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/6865420284436248578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6865420284436248578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6865420284436248578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-pr-for-me.html' title='New PR for Me!'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPraAoVK_cYgMwqH9yEOLrGWWtPYRQEVwM90tH9twcQcsmytTo_ddzeqZYt5_2jkhSH6qWkeTwdlYI3K_DK1zSA0LD_Rg5e07TnnjhRuljOIFHC3dBjJq-m5RTQg7rLwVQxTtc-YLVX4/s72-c/images5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-4006832962594946330</id><published>2008-12-06T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:50:04.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, do dogs go on diets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_j-0LaVrOJT9TkPsFjfVQ5m7jFFVe3bxWGvEff1h7SXbxAy1cL7MFXz8vvLHzG8wUOWdpRLbALWc9uzvxvX9n1EB-21eZdZ6KN5-UYbIZakg7yQdVApADQIkqDB8cg3eQBoxXC1Lth2c/s1600-h/las+vegas+102.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920738216282498&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_j-0LaVrOJT9TkPsFjfVQ5m7jFFVe3bxWGvEff1h7SXbxAy1cL7MFXz8vvLHzG8wUOWdpRLbALWc9uzvxvX9n1EB-21eZdZ6KN5-UYbIZakg7yQdVApADQIkqDB8cg3eQBoxXC1Lth2c/s320/las+vegas+102.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um, so this is the sweater that I had my dog wear last year for Christmas...and it was a huge struggle to fit him in to it yesterday...and he looks pretty miserable...so, do you think he needs to go on a diet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKiqpcWMPyYIxgsmhfuR6IDHO90hsI7FkV1SlQ4shwpNkzECIflPErrezLh69ejQLHeNQL1Ib5AgVx2d0czM5K3w9HGpjJcN28eGjRzTgLywpDAUoHhjeKYgVF7DqXW3j77wFlIUx1R1U/s1600-h/las+vegas+101.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921219683268370&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKiqpcWMPyYIxgsmhfuR6IDHO90hsI7FkV1SlQ4shwpNkzECIflPErrezLh69ejQLHeNQL1Ib5AgVx2d0czM5K3w9HGpjJcN28eGjRzTgLywpDAUoHhjeKYgVF7DqXW3j77wFlIUx1R1U/s320/las+vegas+101.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4006832962594946330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/4006832962594946330' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4006832962594946330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4006832962594946330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-do-dogs-go-on-diets.html' title='Um, do dogs go on diets?'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_j-0LaVrOJT9TkPsFjfVQ5m7jFFVe3bxWGvEff1h7SXbxAy1cL7MFXz8vvLHzG8wUOWdpRLbALWc9uzvxvX9n1EB-21eZdZ6KN5-UYbIZakg7yQdVApADQIkqDB8cg3eQBoxXC1Lth2c/s72-c/las+vegas+102.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-912145476213454600</id><published>2008-12-03T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:13:56.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrLBBmGlRvNdYLhLngJ9buUYHjwqd5Ta-20zF6c9F8SNmoW5lZKzjq6Gfir5A8FqKGkO69lBSSEQQrPV75w-de-n3ud7flzI_wlUnaW0GxAxxh65EC7-6aygtx2DqetmZzbBuhqOsg5oc/s1600-h/las+vegas+099.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275803568595177730&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrLBBmGlRvNdYLhLngJ9buUYHjwqd5Ta-20zF6c9F8SNmoW5lZKzjq6Gfir5A8FqKGkO69lBSSEQQrPV75w-de-n3ud7flzI_wlUnaW0GxAxxh65EC7-6aygtx2DqetmZzbBuhqOsg5oc/s320/las+vegas+099.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just to clarify, all pictures that I took of the Arizona Scenery were taken while I was driving to and from &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, so don&#39;t judge my photo taking ability...and yes, in taking pictures while I was driving, I&#39;m sure I not only put my life and the life of my dog in danger, but I probably put those around me in danger...my apologies... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, anyway, i was in Arizona for Thanksgiving visiting my family. I had a pretty good time and was able to see my nieces and nephews and Perry was able to see all of his cousins as well. &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhli-RCvS0XgIJB9gp633FCrACg6bI5GXK4ej4ifbhZMXR-s_c2yVVhYpbePYW-qbn5-Cw2kB5ko5Kkefw1We10f-w1sZMsl7fHfWzIoyYr5nWv6ICzPds3Llm0a2gcwdQ2o_QZKNTPIWM/s1600-h/las+vegas+093.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275804945369304802&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhli-RCvS0XgIJB9gp633FCrACg6bI5GXK4ej4ifbhZMXR-s_c2yVVhYpbePYW-qbn5-Cw2kB5ko5Kkefw1We10f-w1sZMsl7fHfWzIoyYr5nWv6ICzPds3Llm0a2gcwdQ2o_QZKNTPIWM/s320/las+vegas+093.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to drive through Hoover Dam which I always really enjoy (If there is no traffic). On the way to AZ I was able to see some beautiful sites, but on my way home it was pitch black and took an hour and a half to drive through. Kind of wanted to kill myself. Not moving for 3o minutes at a time is the most horrible driving experience, especially if you also have just had a 40 oz. Diet Root Beer and you are about to pee out of your ears. (I hope you enjoyed that description.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoy my visits to Arizona. Scottsdale is such a beautiful town and if you have never &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZKtHHbcab8ULerpmD1f4Jdit2o7LDt5M4Ugrm95nwvPtXd38-XFqBBrHfTWjw4-E3pDM_VL8B84IzdyJ7Crn0o4wPDMA1PRnK1t_26HvHPmX-knzSwCv0iAHEuqEA_1ak9mbpCbRr4Q/s1600-h/las+vegas+097.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275809874260063954&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZKtHHbcab8ULerpmD1f4Jdit2o7LDt5M4Ugrm95nwvPtXd38-XFqBBrHfTWjw4-E3pDM_VL8B84IzdyJ7Crn0o4wPDMA1PRnK1t_26HvHPmX-knzSwCv0iAHEuqEA_1ak9mbpCbRr4Q/s320/las+vegas+097.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;been, you should visit. the grass and the trees are still the brightest green. The sun shines all day, and the weather is so nice. Jeans, t-shirt and the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; sweater are all you need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do miss living in Arizona. I usually &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; realize it until I go visit and then I feel a bit homesick for a few weeks after when I am back in Vegas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275812782774412770&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIX2lReczukVfxGfhIcKM_uM5DbJk0eHE-Sa2QEujg4_jeEsaj3-bbzACDMcIN5NORgZ87zAES6sUpQ9NXBQ-xtGWXPo4AG0JRwSbE7GPORFFjLAaPhuOWIao0RVQPEv1HoI2-qAHPkQo/s320/las+vegas+098.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;Besides soaking up the lovely scenery, I was able to hang out with my mom and sisters when we went and saw Twilight. Yes, the book was 150 times better, but to my surprise, the movie was also pretty awesome. And as much as I was opposed to Robert Patterson being Edward, he was pretty great in that role, so I take back all the mean things I have ever said about him (although &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; still freaked out that he &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;doesn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; watch his hair in real life and its always super &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;greasy&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I of course made pies for Thanksgiving...because I left my husband on Thanksgiving, I made two pies and let him keep one. I also bought him a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Capriotti&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; sandwich (just the best sandwich shop in Vegas) that was 20 inches long. It is called The Bobby and is turkey, stuffing, and cranberry &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;sauce&lt;/span&gt;, so that was his Thanksgiving feast. &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEBdO5p7EunyNQZLfNNis8MXRx-vzzG1Vg9qHqZxY7d0Pvs62txOGb_ddJHsv6hfDqRzY3dVTs102-dDSTjLFhsqKLaoj0zJHXFD7XVjExyXEEMfqaM4I312GWxKsNCbXYCVSZz_sa0g/s1600-h/las+vegas+092.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275811895863459698&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEBdO5p7EunyNQZLfNNis8MXRx-vzzG1Vg9qHqZxY7d0Pvs62txOGb_ddJHsv6hfDqRzY3dVTs102-dDSTjLFhsqKLaoj0zJHXFD7XVjExyXEEMfqaM4I312GWxKsNCbXYCVSZz_sa0g/s320/las+vegas+092.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pies are Pumpkin Cream Cheese pies topped with a Chocolate Toffee/Brown Sugar mix. Its my favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now that the Thanksgiving Holiday is over, I have to go back to the real world....work, work, work, and lots of running (although I still ran while I was on vacation).  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; also now going to freak out about getting all the Christmas shopping done ASAP cause I have to send everything... &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;that&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; going to freak me out.  Hopefully I can get my act together in order to do everything done, its time to go make some lists...have a good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/912145476213454600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/912145476213454600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/912145476213454600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/912145476213454600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaving-arizona.html' title='Leaving Arizona'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrLBBmGlRvNdYLhLngJ9buUYHjwqd5Ta-20zF6c9F8SNmoW5lZKzjq6Gfir5A8FqKGkO69lBSSEQQrPV75w-de-n3ud7flzI_wlUnaW0GxAxxh65EC7-6aygtx2DqetmZzbBuhqOsg5oc/s72-c/las+vegas+099.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-3732422121991303738</id><published>2008-11-29T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:21:29.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Well, I drove down to sunny Scottsdale, Arizona on Thanksgiving day to visit my family.  I had to leave the husband by himself in Las Vegas cause he had to work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;The weekend has been ok so far, a lot of family and too much food!!! I have eaten my parent out of house and home and I was just at my sisters house and found the apple pie she had brought over for Thanksgiving, I tore into it like a crazy person! I guess that&#39;s what happens when you watch what you eat all the time, and then you are suddenly surrounded by cakes and pies for four days and your will power just has to finally break.  I&#39;m keeping up with my running schedule though, so I don&#39;t feel too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I took some pix which I will post when I get home.  I got to see one of my nieces who just turned one and is so frickin cute I cant stand it.  But I will show some pictures when I get home and can blog in peace and quiet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I hope everyone had a good turkey day! Im off to stuff my face with Mexican food! I love Arizona!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/3732422121991303738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/3732422121991303738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3732422121991303738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3732422121991303738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-in-arizona.html' title='Weekend in Arizona'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-996964551796858031</id><published>2008-11-23T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:50:55.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing up the Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my Mother in Law has left Las Vegas. Surprisingly, the visit went without a hitch. No feelings were hurt and she even bought us lots of presents since we are stuck here for Christmas by ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday night we went and saw the Trans-Siberian Orchestra at the MGM Grand. They have been around awhile, playing classical music and Christmas Music with a rocked out twist and a lot of pyro effects. It was pretty cool and because I suggested it and bought the tickets, I got brownie points from the In Law...so, yea for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now that my Hubby&#39;s mother is gone, I can hopefully get back to my normal schedule. I know most of you runners run in the morning, but I just cant do it. For some reason waking up an hour earlier in the mornings destroyed my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanted to share with you today some things that I am excited about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I made some goodies for Hubby&#39;s mom, she pretends to not like sweets, but I always catch her sneaky chocolate and desserts when no one is looking, so I knew she would like for me to have some in the house. I made cookies, banana-chocolate chip muffins and my Baklava. She went to college in Greece, so I was interested in knowing what she thought of my Baklava. Turns out she said its one of the best she has had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271890860977451522&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7_ppf43M-5x7Cpc4mVvnzILZKWAsMUkKsBhI5GzmGbFdkKHNYt2BDAz8wau-GPY7Phy38Ppco5Klmc2Hu_N70wtP0oMTI-e0z6lwyKUxnHwP6wZlFwYQxQaHZpOahY8bW4_YeQ4wDvjw/s320/las+vegas+089.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baklava Recipe:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7/8 lb. of almonds (ground)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Butter (Melted)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 tsp. Cinnamon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 pinch of ground clove to taste&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 lb. &lt;span style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00&quot;&gt;fillo&lt;/span&gt; pastry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little lemon juice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 cups of sugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup of honey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 tsp. vanilla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 1/2 cup water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Directions: Mix almonds, cinnamon and cloves; Butter a pan (9x13); lay 4 &lt;span style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00&quot;&gt;fillo&lt;/span&gt; sheets down and spread a thin layer of mix, then add 2 &lt;span style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00&quot;&gt;fillo &lt;/span&gt;sheets and continue on with the butter and mix, layer the &lt;span style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00&quot;&gt;fillo&lt;/span&gt; sheets in between. Top off with 4 &lt;span style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00&quot;&gt;fillo &lt;/span&gt;sheets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cut into squares before you bake in oven at 350 for 35 to 40 min. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mix: sugar, honey, vanilla and lemon juice in a sauce pan. Bring to a boil and Pour over Baklava. Let stand for a few hours before serving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trust me, its pretty Yummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271893555042477842&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVo2jwKqeZ2OIQso1ZMgzprhHUFCAaR7nOOSMkh9RwBSHxmO_L5_XAkWTILNEb_yfxndwm_IB0aJOEzY2Rzy8Wq1wu8xndG1x55owZrVJBiU_3FNTdmzh3Ka0BT2QVa2Lg8mZVagB-6dw/s320/las+vegas+090.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for you coffee lovers, I have some good holiday suggestions for you. If you have a Cost Plus World Market in your town, you should pick up some World Market Pumpkin Spice coffee. Im addicted and may need to go back and stock up before they stop selling it for the season. I also am glad that they have Cafe Du Monde Coffee and Chicory. I haven&#39;t been able to find this since I lived in New Orleans. I love it, it reminds me of the south. Its really strong and good for a wake up call in the mornings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before heading out for the gym, I would like to share with everyone how no matter how we torture my dog, he will let us get away with anything...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhyphenhyphenhQfteuT9KrA9QPqIEjMuNIRrLbatVE2kPFwzD-Qf27qzr8A8cMJxkGNwqm7OdZISD4zC0knuE3dcDWqbdjcW-ETjoeLKdBLyjI2u51pRnKUkzmU9JluKAvftq9TZ7V6m7pCS2yc20/s1600-h/las+vegas+088.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271894956913733666&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhyphenhyphenhQfteuT9KrA9QPqIEjMuNIRrLbatVE2kPFwzD-Qf27qzr8A8cMJxkGNwqm7OdZISD4zC0knuE3dcDWqbdjcW-ETjoeLKdBLyjI2u51pRnKUkzmU9JluKAvftq9TZ7V6m7pCS2yc20/s320/las+vegas+088.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, enjoy the rest of your weekend, and have a good Monday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/996964551796858031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/996964551796858031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/996964551796858031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/996964551796858031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-im-excited-about.html' title='Summing up the Weekend'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7_ppf43M-5x7Cpc4mVvnzILZKWAsMUkKsBhI5GzmGbFdkKHNYt2BDAz8wau-GPY7Phy38Ppco5Klmc2Hu_N70wtP0oMTI-e0z6lwyKUxnHwP6wZlFwYQxQaHZpOahY8bW4_YeQ4wDvjw/s72-c/las+vegas+089.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-5613244925418487305</id><published>2008-11-19T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:35:29.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new stressful life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrODqnhnGIoEP9Qm8NLqZOO6iekU2MZDriVhTZUTTFZ3Oo8tUIaIxIQPtBquAr_hcv204yj4qHuFl8xFQzd3EdE3mnv46jWg6QhuJmNMpUO2JXfKDr6wz-eVaFbfbWn5X9igr2_8IFz8/s1600-h/I3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270590916419880386&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrODqnhnGIoEP9Qm8NLqZOO6iekU2MZDriVhTZUTTFZ3Oo8tUIaIxIQPtBquAr_hcv204yj4qHuFl8xFQzd3EdE3mnv46jWg6QhuJmNMpUO2JXfKDr6wz-eVaFbfbWn5X9igr2_8IFz8/s320/I3.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I wish I looked like this when I was stressed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had spent the last 6 weeks in an academy for my new job with child welfare, and now I am done and have been in the real world for a couple of days, and yeah, it has been the most hectic and stressful time of my life, and weirdly, I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so nice to finally have a job where I&#39;m not being paid to sit around and play Yahoo! games all day, cause, as fun as that might sound, I think in the long run it actually made me a little dumber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now go to work and by the time I look at the clock its like 1pm and I realize that I haven&#39;t used the restroom or eaten all day...in my last job I was so bored I made it a point to pee ever half hour just so I had a reason to get up and I ate every 5 seconds cause I had nothing else to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I&#39;m really stressed and don&#39;t feel like there is enough time in the day, I finally feel like there is meaning in my life and that I am actually contributing to society.  I now have a reason to have a business card (I was always so jealous of those who had them) and I actually have so much to do that I can never get it all done...it actually feels GREAT!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m sure in about 2.5 I&#39;m going to be wishing I had never said all this, but for the time being I am finally happy in a job I am actually using my degree and people actually have a reason to respect me, so, yea for my self esteem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now have to go pass out because I&#39;m too exhausted to wait till 9pm to go to sleep.  Lame!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/5613244925418487305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/5613244925418487305' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5613244925418487305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5613244925418487305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-stressful-life.html' title='My new stressful life'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrODqnhnGIoEP9Qm8NLqZOO6iekU2MZDriVhTZUTTFZ3Oo8tUIaIxIQPtBquAr_hcv204yj4qHuFl8xFQzd3EdE3mnv46jWg6QhuJmNMpUO2JXfKDr6wz-eVaFbfbWn5X9igr2_8IFz8/s72-c/I3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-4358689268353334179</id><published>2008-11-15T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:22:53.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMQc8CfonQf0kAxLwn5riz319PGh6SqeJ5oE_x6nK5Gqaq8H5CmSyRBWIbU9JA67o0gJLVJhcx-j1BgT8ClHmHhGUMoQUr_YLlRXluzkjMPCP8bjxF0T3yqk0i1YuRjBusmKVp28G0Wk/s1600-h/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268920320105507778&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMQc8CfonQf0kAxLwn5riz319PGh6SqeJ5oE_x6nK5Gqaq8H5CmSyRBWIbU9JA67o0gJLVJhcx-j1BgT8ClHmHhGUMoQUr_YLlRXluzkjMPCP8bjxF0T3yqk0i1YuRjBusmKVp28G0Wk/s320/images.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My Mother-in-law is coming into town this next week...I am in panic mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My Mother-in-law is different. She is from Belgium, so she has a lot of old school European thoughts and ways. When she comes I feel a lot of pressure and anxiety and I turn into this emotional wreak (inside my own head, I try not to show her my weakness). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She comes from the old school thought of &quot;taking care of her husband and family.&quot; Now most women feel this way, but she takes it to the extreme. Like, I&#39;ve never seen her husband lift a finger, sort of thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Perfectly lovely woman, very nice and helpful (overly helpful). When she comes I feel like my house has to be immaculate, I have to have baked goods around (well, we all know that I always do anyway) and I feel like nothing I do is right. Like she buys cleaning supplies for my house, and insists on taking us grocery shopping and getting food that my husband may have like once in his life (when he was like 5 ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I like to cook pretty healthy, but for some reason she insists that I make her son Chinese food every time she takes us to the store, (even though he has never in our relationship asked me to make Chinese food or even hinted at the fact that he would enjoy that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I finally had to tell her that she should stop buying things just because she thinks they are a good idea because it will go to waste and I think that is ridiculous. (Apparently that comment did not go over well, and I have had to be SUPER NICE ever since to make up for it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Anyway, so right now I am in panic mode and its Saturday and I have been up since 6 am cause I feel like I have to clean my house spotless and bake and grocery shop (so she understands that I do feed her son). AHHHHHH! STRESS!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;And I know that this is selfish, but my running schedule is going to be thrown off (I like to run at night and I have to switch to mornings, I HATE THAT!). So right now I am just a HOT MESS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Well, Back to ripping my house apart in an attempt to have it spotless...Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4358689268353334179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/4358689268353334179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4358689268353334179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4358689268353334179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-mother-in-law-is-coming-into-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMQc8CfonQf0kAxLwn5riz319PGh6SqeJ5oE_x6nK5Gqaq8H5CmSyRBWIbU9JA67o0gJLVJhcx-j1BgT8ClHmHhGUMoQUr_YLlRXluzkjMPCP8bjxF0T3yqk0i1YuRjBusmKVp28G0Wk/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-8370751191268404029</id><published>2008-11-11T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:02:45.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;So, just realized Sunday while looking at super cute Christmas Tree ornaments at Joannes that I CAN&#39;T GO HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!!!! I am 28 years old, and this will be the first time in my life that I am not going to be at my parents home for the holiday...I got extremely depressed and stormed out of the store...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My new job gives me only Christmas day off...not the day after as well, and because I am on probation for the first year, I cant ask for it off.  Im really depressed about this. Granted I will for the first time in my life be able to buy a tree and decorate it (which actually really excites me), and I will be able to make all the cookies and candies I want.  Although these things are activities I will enjoy, I really am going to be freaked out on Christmas day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I will miss X-mas eve with the fam. Going to church with everyone is great. This is also a good time to see friends from high school that I haven&#39;t seen in years.  After church my family eats a big Italian dinner (we are an Irish Catholic Family, dont ask why our X-mas eve tradition is an Italian feast).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;On Christmas day my mom always makes a really great egg casserole, and pecan sticky buns.  This is my favorite.  I think Im going to need her to some how overnight these things to my house. I may not be able to deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My husband has to work on Christmas eve, of course, so once again I will be going to church alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Wow, I know, I am feeling quite sorry for myself right now, but Im just going to be like this for a second till I get use to the idea.  So, im gonna go eat the apple pie I just made and pout...Ho hum!  &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/8370751191268404029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/8370751191268404029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/8370751191268404029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/8370751191268404029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-god.html' title='Oh God!!!'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-3708375739887388383</id><published>2008-11-08T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:19:11.818-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boys"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Role Models"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teenage"/><title type='text'>Those Silly Teenage Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Last night my husband and I went and saw Role Models, with Paul Rudd, Sean Patrick Scott and that kid from Super Bad (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;McLovin&lt;/span&gt;&#39;). This movie was wicked funny. It was offensive, crude, and shocking! But I haven&#39;t laughed that hard in a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;This movie for some reason sent my brain into this mode where I just started remembering all the silly things I did as a teenager. It may have to do with Paul Rudd (Clueless) and Sean Patrick Scott (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Stiffler&lt;/span&gt;, American Pie). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePI0_43E50W39zdeMxlMjnQiadyV9KkVsAZxBZjOdjuWN8KrDWv7iJjJ2FVuFSmArbea-ONkPeSNPCa_E8X6oB9z_QhJ8QRAwIbndgLOaIC9LTj4mYaJ0UVHCjO3aPpkNB1xoe_VLWVI/s1600-h/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266329341656789010&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePI0_43E50W39zdeMxlMjnQiadyV9KkVsAZxBZjOdjuWN8KrDWv7iJjJ2FVuFSmArbea-ONkPeSNPCa_E8X6oB9z_QhJ8QRAwIbndgLOaIC9LTj4mYaJ0UVHCjO3aPpkNB1xoe_VLWVI/s320/images.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I have always had this thing for Paul Rudd. When Clueless came out I fell head over heals for him. Anytime I would see his pic in a magazine I would hang it on my wall in my bedroom. (at the same time I also had a thing for Pete &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Sampras&lt;/span&gt;, the tennis player, that was a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;weird stage in life for me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ3zKRzG0_GLx6p167gIMPpHJF4u8V3uSlFxRMw3Ez0P_w4SBxlRV6wJHzxxqNqzzCFJHPrNKcfnJpZbfgIvxbYlT-jNoE1zkp3msPmRXGxpsg_XfdxZEjHW9EGfWoG3lb5VZhoZiVBI4/s1600-h/images2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266330155862273170&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ3zKRzG0_GLx6p167gIMPpHJF4u8V3uSlFxRMw3Ez0P_w4SBxlRV6wJHzxxqNqzzCFJHPrNKcfnJpZbfgIvxbYlT-jNoE1zkp3msPmRXGxpsg_XfdxZEjHW9EGfWoG3lb5VZhoZiVBI4/s320/images2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I may get off the subject now, but I was reminded as I talked about putting pictures on my wall of all the pictures I use to wallpaper with. I had a whole wall dedicated to &quot;hot guys&quot; in my room. I distinctly remember some of them. I had a couple of Nicolas Cage, circa The Rock, Con Air and Face Off (apparently I liked receding hairlines and bad acting at that time in my life). I totally had a pic of him in my locker too...so sad for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I also remember a lot of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;GQ&lt;/span&gt; pictures of Tyson &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Beckford&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHh6IjgyI_QeVKDkRNrhTiUJKVtJDrb_9Eod0aFwdf7rdw_4iLPgMa_WkY1vRRUGEZ7r2k9vKO4oZGIRS9jPqd9EW62TtqYjRPJQp2V0bYa3cSQImlIaKvsUXzWp8FqbC9SIBLguv1iw/s1600-h/images3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266333590051260066&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHh6IjgyI_QeVKDkRNrhTiUJKVtJDrb_9Eod0aFwdf7rdw_4iLPgMa_WkY1vRRUGEZ7r2k9vKO4oZGIRS9jPqd9EW62TtqYjRPJQp2V0bYa3cSQImlIaKvsUXzWp8FqbC9SIBLguv1iw/s320/images3.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought he was the hottest guy to ever walk the face of the earth. My Grandfather use to subscribe to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;GQ&lt;/span&gt;. Wow, for a boy crazy teenage girl, that magazine was a dream come true. I had all sorts of models hung in my room. He use to get mad at me if I was ripping pages out before he read the issue. Actually I recently bought a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;GQ&lt;/span&gt; for my husband, it had Seth &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Rogan&lt;/span&gt; on the front of it. I was looking through, and all the advertising had these little skinny boys that could possibly pass for &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-pubescent girls. I guess I am dating myself, but I really hate the look of guys today. They seem a bit too feminine for my taste. I like a man with substance, maybe one that can grow facial hair even. Some of these guys don&#39;t look as if they are even able to shave yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Sometimes I miss those teenage days. The days when I use to just talk on the phone with my girlfriends for hours gossipping and talking about nothing. Being obsessed with the latest teen throb, and confessing my deepest darkest thoughts in my diary. I just recently got a package from my parents with some of my things from my old bedroom. I had old diaries in there. Wow, the topics I use to write about. It all seems so foreign to me know. I can barely remember those thoughts and feelings. It was like reading the pages out of a strangers memoir. Kind of disturbing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Anyway, I think I have gotten off to subject. My point I guess is just to remember those simple days where the most one had to worry about was which party they should go to that weekend, or who was taking who to the school dance. I really want to go back to high school sometimes, I actually had a pretty good time. Not enough drama to ruin the rest of my life, but just enough to keep things interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Well, Happy Saturday, and hope others have some good past memories that make them smile when they think back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ3zKRzG0_GLx6p167gIMPpHJF4u8V3uSlFxRMw3Ez0P_w4SBxlRV6wJHzxxqNqzzCFJHPrNKcfnJpZbfgIvxbYlT-jNoE1zkp3msPmRXGxpsg_XfdxZEjHW9EGfWoG3lb5VZhoZiVBI4/s1600-h/images2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/3708375739887388383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/3708375739887388383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3708375739887388383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3708375739887388383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/those-silly-teenage-years.html' title='Those Silly Teenage Years'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePI0_43E50W39zdeMxlMjnQiadyV9KkVsAZxBZjOdjuWN8KrDWv7iJjJ2FVuFSmArbea-ONkPeSNPCa_E8X6oB9z_QhJ8QRAwIbndgLOaIC9LTj4mYaJ0UVHCjO3aPpkNB1xoe_VLWVI/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-5847185434950379646</id><published>2008-11-04T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:04:27.101-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cookies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recipes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="running"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="walter"/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Thank you again for all of you who sent your good wishes to me over the past days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to keep myself busy I did some baking over the weekend. I also did something I don&#39;t thing I have ever done. I rode my bike 4.3 miles to the gym on Saturday, ran 4 miles and then rode my bike back home. Im not much of a bike rider, but for my birthday last year my hubby got me a bike, so I guess I should start using it. My butt hurt really badly when I was done, but it was a nice day and it helped me get my mind off of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Perry to the dog park. I have never done this before, Walter had some bad habits having to do with other dogs messes, so I avoided going. Perry seemed to not care about the other dogs and instead decided to be the official dog park greater. He went up to every human that walked in the gate and got himself some love. Im sure they thought he was a poor little neglected boy. Little do they know that he gets more love (especially now) than most children by their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I mentioned that I baked this weekend. one of the kinds I made weren&#39;t that great. The second set were pretty good. They were like a double Chocolate Chunk Cookies with Craisens in them. I am not one to put anything other than candies in my cookies, but I thought these might be a good Thanksgiving cookie. I got the recipe from the Cookie Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiroAHcUVO34DIliA4Q3wwvH4Pz9Nv9wjdyC7-XzA-6GJKgg7hu1W1O06Six_VT790bCykydwcQgROC8z6kG_rj2boulrnFEcp0yyL1mIMu9yFEcUsgKhfN6pXKcS22_EmsBo9WR2c61yc/s1600-h/las+vegas+086.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265016524303219154&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiroAHcUVO34DIliA4Q3wwvH4Pz9Nv9wjdyC7-XzA-6GJKgg7hu1W1O06Six_VT790bCykydwcQgROC8z6kG_rj2boulrnFEcp0yyL1mIMu9yFEcUsgKhfN6pXKcS22_EmsBo9WR2c61yc/s320/las+vegas+086.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Double Chocolate Cranberry Chunkies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 3/4 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 tsp. baking powder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup butter, softened&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup granulated sugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 cup packed brown sugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 egg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chip chunks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3/4 dried cranberries (I just used craisens)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees; Combine flour, cocoa, baking powder and salt in small bowl; set aside. Beat butter and sugars in a large bowl with electric mixer  until light and fluffy. Beat in egg and vanilla until well blended. Gradually beat in flour mixture on low speed until blended. Stir in chocolate chunks and cranberries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drop dough on cookie sheets.  Sprinkle some extra sugar on top of the dough. Bake 11 to 12 min or until cookies are set.  &lt;/p&gt;These are really good, and seem to be keeping really moist.  So, happy baking!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/5847185434950379646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/5847185434950379646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5847185434950379646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5847185434950379646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiroAHcUVO34DIliA4Q3wwvH4Pz9Nv9wjdyC7-XzA-6GJKgg7hu1W1O06Six_VT790bCykydwcQgROC8z6kG_rj2boulrnFEcp0yyL1mIMu9yFEcUsgKhfN6pXKcS22_EmsBo9WR2c61yc/s72-c/las+vegas+086.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-1451420576483758025</id><published>2008-10-31T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:01:09.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Thank you to those who sent their good wishes to me this week. It has been really hard since losing Walter my pug, but my husband and I are trying to keep our spirits up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I think I have also become an overprotective mom to Perry. I have been watching him like a hawk and getting freaky if he doesn&#39;t eat his breakfast or dinner. I am worry he is going to get depressed, but, he is also one of those dogs who always seems depressed. So I don&#39;t know what to look for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have been taking him on longer walks and today took him on a special &quot;mommy, doggy&quot; day. We went to the dog park and then I took him to Petco for some shopping. Walter had a habit of peeing on the displays when we would go, so I could never take them. Perry seemed really excited to sniff around. At the dog park he met up with two other puggles. One was a little girl and Im pretty sure he quite fancied her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;We are just going to be low key on this Halloween night. Hit up some Italian food and maybe do some gambling at the casino near our home. Not really feeling like I need to party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Anyway, happy Halloween to all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;In loving Memory of Walter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1cmU6_Eyt9CU3mPxtxvnVXZUMmUC_sKISALOD-u_-SNLBmfez8o0epnUfTQF_FgRgBn6cbsELO72JommaFdXT60oKUnItBRubvLeEOhD2C-B5rXUZYT4L75gtRn8QGwqAXaW1z6AsKA/s1600-h/las+vegas+057.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263502887732228882&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1cmU6_Eyt9CU3mPxtxvnVXZUMmUC_sKISALOD-u_-SNLBmfez8o0epnUfTQF_FgRgBn6cbsELO72JommaFdXT60oKUnItBRubvLeEOhD2C-B5rXUZYT4L75gtRn8QGwqAXaW1z6AsKA/s320/las+vegas+057.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/1451420576483758025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/1451420576483758025' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1451420576483758025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1451420576483758025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-to-those-who-sent-their-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1cmU6_Eyt9CU3mPxtxvnVXZUMmUC_sKISALOD-u_-SNLBmfez8o0epnUfTQF_FgRgBn6cbsELO72JommaFdXT60oKUnItBRubvLeEOhD2C-B5rXUZYT4L75gtRn8QGwqAXaW1z6AsKA/s72-c/las+vegas+057.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-3342985203067600453</id><published>2008-10-29T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:42:00.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>Thank you to all who sent good thoughts for my puppy who had surgery, but I am sad to report that my puppy Walter passed away yesterday due to complications. It&#39;s probably one of the worse things my husband and I have had to go through.  Walter was only two, but he touched our lives deeply.  His brother Perry has been sad and we are just trying to give him a lot of love and attention.  Walter will be missed terribly.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/3342985203067600453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/3342985203067600453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3342985203067600453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3342985203067600453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-734835259844111087</id><published>2008-10-25T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:14:13.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8-ltuzFVG3ZERCFnJKH_ltu__AkAEYi5kaQyzGpWRc5PIhx6I11lVuCjFoWdey7tRqIbEiDscGfjDOrJrkj781rZCILo4HltnjTXPyxSHaCWpdnVYz8FhiOpLdA2_FbpkvmOmJrT5ZA/s1600-h/KOCA0K7I7LCAPT2S0DCA6XNADFCALH8A3DCAI86UB1CAPFCAF0CAVOSYO8CA52BNHPCA2GCUCICA82W029CAPLH77KCAEO92T4CAB81J2ACA6EK9UNCAOSDB6NCABVIXQ0CA83GSM0CAGZ4O64CAISKSA8.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261279375737830306&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8-ltuzFVG3ZERCFnJKH_ltu__AkAEYi5kaQyzGpWRc5PIhx6I11lVuCjFoWdey7tRqIbEiDscGfjDOrJrkj781rZCILo4HltnjTXPyxSHaCWpdnVYz8FhiOpLdA2_FbpkvmOmJrT5ZA/s320/KOCA0K7I7LCAPT2S0DCA6XNADFCALH8A3DCAI86UB1CAPFCAF0CAVOSYO8CA52BNHPCA2GCUCICA82W029CAPLH77KCAEO92T4CAB81J2ACA6EK9UNCAOSDB6NCABVIXQ0CA83GSM0CAGZ4O64CAISKSA8.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I ran the Four Seasons Halloween Run for Cancer Research 5k at the Nevada Cancer Research Institute. My Grandfather with whom I was really close died last year of lung cancer and my husband&#39;s sister in law is in remission. So this was a fundraiser that I did not want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I haven&#39;t run a 5k race in about 6 months. The last one I ran was a disaster and ever since I had been a little wary about running another one. Today my time (unofficial) was 27:28. Not the greatest, but it was about 75% uphill. I really need to work on my speed work. I have been a bit lazy in that area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;After the Four Seasons had a buffet spread for us. Of course it was all pastries and food a running should not be stuffing their face with at the end of a race. Well, thinking of my husband always, I grabbed a few fruit kabobs for myself and loaded up on all the pastries I could for him. You should have seen the crazy looks I was getting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;So that was my early morning. My mid morning was spent taking my little baby pug Walter for tummy surgery. He has been throwing up for about a week and not eating or going to the bathroom. At first the doc just gave him a shot to stop his throwing up but that didn&#39;t work. After more x-rays they determined that there was a blockage in his stomach so they did surgery. Let me tell you, I am either crazy or love my pup A LOT cause that surgery set us waaaaay back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Now, I am really trying not to gross anyone out, but they kept what was taken from his stomach for us to see...IT WAS CRAZY!!!!!!! totally gross! Like a huge, huge, huge hair ball from a cat. (sorry, i will stop with the gross details)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Well, he is now sleeping and I feel so bad for him. My puggle Perry is cute and is being really gentle with him and trying to give Walter space. Its pretty precious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Anyway, have a good rest of the weekend I will be taking care of my pup and hopefully will find time to bake.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/734835259844111087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/734835259844111087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/734835259844111087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/734835259844111087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-crazy-saturday.html' title='My Crazy Saturday'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8-ltuzFVG3ZERCFnJKH_ltu__AkAEYi5kaQyzGpWRc5PIhx6I11lVuCjFoWdey7tRqIbEiDscGfjDOrJrkj781rZCILo4HltnjTXPyxSHaCWpdnVYz8FhiOpLdA2_FbpkvmOmJrT5ZA/s72-c/KOCA0K7I7LCAPT2S0DCA6XNADFCALH8A3DCAI86UB1CAPFCAF0CAVOSYO8CA52BNHPCA2GCUCICA82W029CAPLH77KCAEO92T4CAB81J2ACA6EK9UNCAOSDB6NCABVIXQ0CA83GSM0CAGZ4O64CAISKSA8.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-8664617777414744168</id><published>2008-10-24T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:28:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe a little Mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;So, my new Besties and I at work have made up nick-names for some of our fellow new employees. There are about 40 of us, so there of course are going to be those in the training class that may have some quirks and may be a bit annoying. Now I know this may sound mean, but when you are listening to lectures for 8 hours a day you tend to use nick naming as a mechanism to stay some what sane in an insane environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOt4jUdX9EdPOFaToBcq_-uKAzHEsFalVJvLIBYz2NUJGKk9T7SeR1L-fKYMKAVwdZbkLcEeT4r6ZUDUQFwbGpXTV3ZZJOIc-uN0XHmakfjFCiWkfA5Y6bq8LP4KeYFsy4Htdonhxnc8/s1600-h/images1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260912101034661842&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOt4jUdX9EdPOFaToBcq_-uKAzHEsFalVJvLIBYz2NUJGKk9T7SeR1L-fKYMKAVwdZbkLcEeT4r6ZUDUQFwbGpXTV3ZZJOIc-uN0XHmakfjFCiWkfA5Y6bq8LP4KeYFsy4Htdonhxnc8/s320/images1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all we have who we like to call &quot;Starbucks.&quot; He is a middle aged man who likes to make as many comments as possible in class. We call him &quot;Starbucks&quot; because in the morning, at every break, and lunch, this man get Starbucks Iced Coffees (Vente, of Course). He doesn&#39;t just get one at a time either, he gets two. We kept a tally, added it up and totalled the cost of his addiction. He spends roughly $125 a week...That my friends is quite ridiculous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Next we have Ms. Los Angeles. This woman is probably in her 60&#39;s and has just moved from LA. I think she said she has been here about 4 weeks. LA had the same job in California and every single speaker that comes in gets a lecture about how she is from Los Angeles and how things were done in their county department. She also says &quot;uh, huh,&quot; under her breath with every comment the instructors make. At the end of a long day, I want to pull my hair out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDV6z4WkOxWgf4z9l4bliaSE-QESt6E81-PAhXUNyEchbqqR0xe_CbjqpioXBtKej4gJfH-8ppXE5ULuxjooC_e4uDIXIWZiSL9zkWmQYLivZA4zjdnlIvRXugasO8J_j98_4EMGe6qc/s1600-h/image3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260912283847025042&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGDV6z4WkOxWgf4z9l4bliaSE-QESt6E81-PAhXUNyEchbqqR0xe_CbjqpioXBtKej4gJfH-8ppXE5ULuxjooC_e4uDIXIWZiSL9zkWmQYLivZA4zjdnlIvRXugasO8J_j98_4EMGe6qc/s320/image3.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the table next to us is whom we like to refer to as &quot;Puerto Rico.&quot; For obvious reasons we call him this because he is from Puerto Rico. He also just recently retired from being a New York Police officer. He likes interrogations and making false accusations. He also talks really loud and makes a lot of inappropriate comments. He has formed a liking to me and calls me by my last name as if I was one of his &quot;bros&quot; on his softball team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My favorite is &quot;Olympic Gardens.&quot; This is the name of an &quot;exotic dancing establishment&quot; in Las Vegas. The poor girl really fits the part, and in order to not be too mean, I will leave it at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJhYsCS7YQezR1dBRT4R00mI02nOldeaHBgnaMa3jXOTbkeTA7ZMzSYTKhncW208d2xYtmB7Hd5ZxL1lstVIIkfXLTWugNES_L4ce6o3FJrn6XnZjK1v5UfdHhWzuXDVddEKnMvNnnOE/s1600-h/image2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260911874888405266&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJhYsCS7YQezR1dBRT4R00mI02nOldeaHBgnaMa3jXOTbkeTA7ZMzSYTKhncW208d2xYtmB7Hd5ZxL1lstVIIkfXLTWugNES_L4ce6o3FJrn6XnZjK1v5UfdHhWzuXDVddEKnMvNnnOE/s320/image2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Handle Bar J, is a man from Louisiana. He actually makes me laugh a lot. He likes to impulsively yell out silly comments in his gentile southern drawl. He has a great mustache and wears a kick ass members only leather jacket to class...Oh, and he is a bowlegged cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Lastly, a boy that is near and dear to our hearts. We just call him by his real name. He is a sweet boy, soft spoken and walks with a limp. He told us his best quality is that he loves people and can get along with everyone. On his breaks he listens to rock music on his i-pod and moves along to the beat. I would like to put him in my pocket. He is great. (So, I am not mean about everyone). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I am an observer by nature. It can really be considered one of my downfalls. I have spent countless hours in my life just watching those around me and trying to figure them out. I should probably be concentrating more in class, but I get distracted easily. Don&#39;t judge me, I don&#39;t mean to be harsh, but without my observations, I would be way to bored out of my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/8664617777414744168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/8664617777414744168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/8664617777414744168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/8664617777414744168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-little-mean.html' title='Maybe a little Mean'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOt4jUdX9EdPOFaToBcq_-uKAzHEsFalVJvLIBYz2NUJGKk9T7SeR1L-fKYMKAVwdZbkLcEeT4r6ZUDUQFwbGpXTV3ZZJOIc-uN0XHmakfjFCiWkfA5Y6bq8LP4KeYFsy4Htdonhxnc8/s72-c/images1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-4764628443542848659</id><published>2008-10-22T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:21:41.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Issues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOL4dCGelu6xEs8SuhSx3WjyqphhmWHfrzqJ8ME_vSa3OGwSx-7V4ezUE842HA2rxOqYcmfFWQ8YqvtE6bK9NA-CjSlktuHJEODwMHPtmtGSQ9rR8onR-qEAwcB9_CRGOsdQ-jlFg6Ho/s1600-h/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260199603522326450&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOL4dCGelu6xEs8SuhSx3WjyqphhmWHfrzqJ8ME_vSa3OGwSx-7V4ezUE842HA2rxOqYcmfFWQ8YqvtE6bK9NA-CjSlktuHJEODwMHPtmtGSQ9rR8onR-qEAwcB9_CRGOsdQ-jlFg6Ho/s320/images.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Oh thank god! My Internet has been down for 3 days and i have felt such anxiety over it. I felt so disconnected from the world. Everyday wondering what was going on in the word, especially the blog world. It has been ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Today for work I had to drive to a different site for training. I didn&#39;t have access to google last night so I tried a map...Wow! I am sooooo dependant on the Internet! I thought I had figured out how to get to this site by looking at the map (so old school, right?). I was certainly wrong. I got so lost and was late. You also know what goes along with starting a day like that, the rest of your day just seems so off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;My morning made me think. How lame am I that I can no longer properly read a map. I need google map to give me the precise directions, right down to the miles in between each turn. I think there was a time in my life when I could read a map, but I actually cant remember. I think being one of the first generations to do everything on the computer may have had some downfalls. One of those downfalls is that I cant spell to save my life...I don&#39;t have to, I just use spell check. I certainly never really had to go to the library when I was in college and grad school, all I had to do was connect to the school library online and download all the info I needed. And of course obviously I cant read a simple map. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;So, not having the Internet for 3 days really made me think about the way I live my life. Don&#39;t get me wrong though, I am certainly glad I have it back, and will go back to my obsessing over reading my favorite blogs and constantly checking my email. Its just the way things are now, and I&#39;m just really going to have to make sure that I have my Internet before I have to go anywhere next time. Ho hum...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4764628443542848659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/4764628443542848659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4764628443542848659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4764628443542848659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/computer-issues.html' title='Computer Issues!'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOL4dCGelu6xEs8SuhSx3WjyqphhmWHfrzqJ8ME_vSa3OGwSx-7V4ezUE842HA2rxOqYcmfFWQ8YqvtE6bK9NA-CjSlktuHJEODwMHPtmtGSQ9rR8onR-qEAwcB9_CRGOsdQ-jlFg6Ho/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-4988777475903455547</id><published>2008-10-19T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:52:07.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Well, I felt very crafty today, so I baked some of my favorite Pumpkin and Chocolate Chip Bread and made a cute little tote bag to bring my lunches in to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I found these cute Day of the Dead patches on Esty, they were made by Liz Miera. I thought they would look perfect on a tote bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjpylAyQkggME5u5W69VdWjcIv6055m-hrmQWMH9enLygkUUf7DVPV4Z0N85abtA9JCOIxljCGkTZ4ZDBsCwP6kW7MtLP471UEFcHBkdPJGF7A8jPW-rLhA5CwUJ_9CdWwOK2Vr0gbAyU/s1600-h/las+vegas+082.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259014319879673890&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px&quot; height=&quot;271&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjpylAyQkggME5u5W69VdWjcIv6055m-hrmQWMH9enLygkUUf7DVPV4Z0N85abtA9JCOIxljCGkTZ4ZDBsCwP6kW7MtLP471UEFcHBkdPJGF7A8jPW-rLhA5CwUJ_9CdWwOK2Vr0gbAyU/s320/las+vegas+082.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my pumpkin bread, and this time I baked the batter in muffin tins just to shake things up a bit. They are really good. Many, Many years ago, when I worked for the Gap, a friend of mine, Barbie, use to bring me this bread during the holidays. I loved it so much. Here is the recipe for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXG2Qtfn9IdvTTBHCSqjWSI7a-tBnXr9dQVN3Mbbp2dg5qYH47h4XElB_drEfzr92ZWzCt708KPj8MT7jl3LhwaCnFTHqMaOhgBowDH-R0mnAg-L6VJtehc4zbi7L3vX7EsaLHSnVj38/s1600-h/las+vegas+083.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259015070931237426&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px&quot; height=&quot;163&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXG2Qtfn9IdvTTBHCSqjWSI7a-tBnXr9dQVN3Mbbp2dg5qYH47h4XElB_drEfzr92ZWzCt708KPj8MT7jl3LhwaCnFTHqMaOhgBowDH-R0mnAg-L6VJtehc4zbi7L3vX7EsaLHSnVj38/s320/las+vegas+083.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Chip Pumpkin Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;3 cups of white sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;1 (15 oz) can of pumpkin puree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;1 cup of Vegetable Oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;2/3 cup water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;4 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;1 tablespoon ground Cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;1 tablespoon ground nutmeg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;2 teaspoons baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;1 1/2  teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;2 cups semi sweet chocolate chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Preheat the oven to 350 degrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;grease and flour 3 9x5 inch loaf pans (or muffin tins)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Bake for 1 hr.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;In large bowl combine sugar, pumpkin, oil, water and eggs. Beat until smooth.  Blend in flour, Cinnamon, nutmeg, baking soda, and salt.  Fold in chocolate chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Bake for 1 hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I like that this makes a lot. Its nice to be able to freeze some of the loaves and have them for later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Well, hope everyone had a good weekend and enjoy the rest of your Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4988777475903455547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/4988777475903455547' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4988777475903455547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4988777475903455547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-sunday.html' title='A Busy Sunday'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjpylAyQkggME5u5W69VdWjcIv6055m-hrmQWMH9enLygkUUf7DVPV4Z0N85abtA9JCOIxljCGkTZ4ZDBsCwP6kW7MtLP471UEFcHBkdPJGF7A8jPW-rLhA5CwUJ_9CdWwOK2Vr0gbAyU/s72-c/las+vegas+082.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-2195192239698667080</id><published>2008-10-18T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:46:51.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I finally did it...this week I ran 40 miles.  I have been having issues with hitting the wall for awhile and i finally broke through, so I&#39;m super excited about that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have been irritated though. At work we sit at these tables with about 6 people for 8 hours a day, just sitting and listening to various people give lectures (yeah, wicked boring).  Anyway, all the girls at my table think its a good idea to bring in like 5 different bags of chips, trail mix, and other crap everyday.  Its really frustrating.  I just got done reading a book on the importance of good nutrition for runners and here I am eating my face off everyday.  I try and bring protein bars and whey powder drinks and fruits to work, but once I see the cheddar popcorn, or the m&amp;amp;m trail mix I just cant help myself.  It makes me want to scream!  Apparently though, it didn&#39;t ruin any of my running this week since I hit my 40 mile goal...Interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have to go to the &quot;Lady Doctor&quot; today. Not looking forward to it...especially since its the weekend...But, I will spare everyone and not go into details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;So Halloween is coming up. I was excited for about 5 minutes cause Nevada Day falls on the same day and apparently everything closes down for the day here...but, then of course we found out that my husband has to work.  Its too bad, this is his favorite holiday.  So that&#39;s sad for him.  I might just humor myself and dress the dogs up, that should keep me entertained.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Anyway, off the run errands and do some doctors stuff...Good Times...Happy Saturday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;P.S. No return from Cat Woman at work, but we did have an interesting speaker who talked about 7 miles a minute and almost gave me an anxiety attack with her fast hand jesters and even more fast moving mouth. Jeeze! &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/2195192239698667080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/2195192239698667080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2195192239698667080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2195192239698667080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/personal-goal.html' title='Personal Goal'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-4170749764097167312</id><published>2008-10-13T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:17:41.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Woman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dyTSuXAwIwkofzn9XUtjoNZP0OpwqpCtGT8Bl4hT7fHc4VSgB8UxPLqDwV14pzY7kNzO_WTxZWAwD9fYnNge3_WuRaFbI-svjDqzEuaBOHKl7Wv25WHRbuVRN-Ri-oqEpoOMBB3dEmg/s1600-h/crazy_cat_woman.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256857034501497634&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px&quot; height=&quot;228&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dyTSuXAwIwkofzn9XUtjoNZP0OpwqpCtGT8Bl4hT7fHc4VSgB8UxPLqDwV14pzY7kNzO_WTxZWAwD9fYnNge3_WuRaFbI-svjDqzEuaBOHKl7Wv25WHRbuVRN-Ri-oqEpoOMBB3dEmg/s320/crazy_cat_woman.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was at work today and was given a presentation. This is a professional place of business and the subject we were learning about is really serious and a delicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, who is in charge of teaching us and guiding us in our new important jobs...the CAT WOMAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture this, ked tennis shoes with cats on them, to match, a pair of black cat socks.  she then thought it was a good idea to wear a black button down sweater with cats embroidered on it, the kicker...the cats lined the bottom of the sweater and  had tails hanging off like fringe!!!! Can you believe it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just when you think she has run out of crazy, she throws in a pair of cat earrings and a HUGE cat hair clip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this woman for real!?!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She even incorporated her 7 real household cats into her slide show, and told us that she just rescued a special needs cat...cause apparently that had anything to do with her presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to become this woman&#39;s friend, and then have Stacy and Clinton from WHAT NOT TO WEAR give her a makeover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bad cause if I was blind and just listened to her presentation (when she wasn&#39;t babbling about her cats) she would actually sound pretty put together. But wow, talk about inappropriate. I feel a little bad for being so freaked out by here ensemble, but...yeah, super weird.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, It takes all kinds... I guess.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4170749764097167312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/4170749764097167312' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4170749764097167312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4170749764097167312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/cat-woman.html' title='The Cat Woman...'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dyTSuXAwIwkofzn9XUtjoNZP0OpwqpCtGT8Bl4hT7fHc4VSgB8UxPLqDwV14pzY7kNzO_WTxZWAwD9fYnNge3_WuRaFbI-svjDqzEuaBOHKl7Wv25WHRbuVRN-Ri-oqEpoOMBB3dEmg/s72-c/crazy_cat_woman.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-1222785340180323609</id><published>2008-10-12T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:44:15.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate/Pumpkin Brownies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am really into baking fall goodies right now. I found a recipe on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.recipegirl.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.recipegirl.com/&lt;/a&gt; and tried it out. They are called Chocolate/Pumpkin Brownies and they are FABULOUS! I love going on this website. There are all sorts of fall yummies and I think I have printed out about 6 recipes and am trying to bake one of them a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the recipe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfd5YQrtszdG_4gByfolnXW2f6DltvweVxJNXzUT1V5jpyGnXv34vEGnx9IQkabJ63NwleEhTzEj-usenJAeGKzVPXivOy5jhjPJZYZnN-G5W7oq5fct99-fxex4mobbn-zt5_vFQC6s/s1600-h/denver+043.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256351732177042754&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px&quot; height=&quot;141&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfd5YQrtszdG_4gByfolnXW2f6DltvweVxJNXzUT1V5jpyGnXv34vEGnx9IQkabJ63NwleEhTzEj-usenJAeGKzVPXivOy5jhjPJZYZnN-G5W7oq5fct99-fxex4mobbn-zt5_vFQC6s/s320/denver+043.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin Batter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tbs unsalted butter, softened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 oz cream cheese, softened ( I used fat free cream cheese and couldn&#39;t taste the difference)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup granulated sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 large egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup canned pumpkin puree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp pure vanilla extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp ground cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp ground ginger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tbs all-purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Batter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 1/2 oz semi-sweet chocolate, finely chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 3/4 unsalted butter, cut into 1-inch pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 large eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 cups granulated sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp pure vanilla extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/3 cups all-purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Lightly butter 13x9 inch baking dish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Prepare pumpkin batter: In a small bowl, using an electric mixer, beat butter with cream cheese until smooth.  Beat in sugar, scraping bowl occasionally.  Beat in egg, then add pumpkin puree, vanilla, cinnamon and ginger.  Stir in flour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Prepare chocolate batter: Combine semisweet chocolate and butter in a medium bowl.  Set bowl over saucepan with 1-inch of simmering water and stir occasionally until melted.  Remove from hear.  In a separate bowl, combine eggs with sugar, vanilla and salt.  Beat at low speed until light and fluffy, about 4 minutes.  Using a large rubber spatula, fold in melted chocolate.  Sift flour over the batter and fold it in just until combined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Spread chocolate batter evenly in prepared pan.  Using a tablespoon, drop dollops of the pumpkin batter all over the top.  Using the back of a butter knife, swirl the pumpkin batter slightly into the chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Bake for 30 -4- minutes (start checking on Brownies at 30 minutes to see if they&#39;re done)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully if you try these you will enjoy them. I loved them and so did the hubby.  I have more to try today.  I&#39;m excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/1222785340180323609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/1222785340180323609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1222785340180323609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1222785340180323609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/chocolatepumpkin-brownies.html' title='Chocolate/Pumpkin Brownies'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfd5YQrtszdG_4gByfolnXW2f6DltvweVxJNXzUT1V5jpyGnXv34vEGnx9IQkabJ63NwleEhTzEj-usenJAeGKzVPXivOy5jhjPJZYZnN-G5W7oq5fct99-fxex4mobbn-zt5_vFQC6s/s72-c/denver+043.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-4749221026073544247</id><published>2008-10-11T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:11:29.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, she did it, I was a little nervous about Bette &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Midler&lt;/span&gt; last night, and her being able to captivate my husband in any way what so ever, and guess what...Ms. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Midler&lt;/span&gt; did it...my husband walked out of the Caesar&#39;s Palace with a huge smile on his face and some new favorite songs (i.e. The Rose, Wind Beneath My Wing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great show, she still has a foul mouth and great legs and can sing like no tomorrow. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; glad we went. Now we are saving up for Elton John. I love living here and being able to see these stars that we would otherwise never have the opportunity to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have an issue that of course involves my dog. I am getting frustrated because I am always trying to buy him new toys and bones and such, and he has this tendency to only play with his old rubber chicken (I bought him a new one that he wont touch) and an some rags left over from his pink french &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;poodle&lt;/span&gt; (we named her Tina). Its really pathetic and kind of gross. &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgL8BdHFOPpXbeaIJybZ3yhhwc_JZSIgIqcm6U6u6MN83vvMKmzmSSXI6Y25Su3u4ursODJfMx2tO_wIRn3rbkw0qyjSIi77vIsc9gjTZ0RQprrbfG8TwqsziuUw9ZhcwxnzS0MMb7wWo/s1600-h/denver+040.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255955915934827410&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px&quot; height=&quot;182&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgL8BdHFOPpXbeaIJybZ3yhhwc_JZSIgIqcm6U6u6MN83vvMKmzmSSXI6Y25Su3u4ursODJfMx2tO_wIRn3rbkw0qyjSIi77vIsc9gjTZ0RQprrbfG8TwqsziuUw9ZhcwxnzS0MMb7wWo/s320/denver+040.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJlTrNnTopQogFDgENlJDcYBJYAHRg5EKsYOwk4Uf4GN83gJ0GmIauRe-q9Ciuz0AEHmp5zz0xRp_N7GGUSAJ8rq6aLp6ZIcEF1cTSj4wp1pxbZt9NTU9s6mhTDE71BLRyFYYA3Odj4IY/s1600-h/denver+041.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255956623752821474&quot; style=&quot;WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px&quot; height=&quot;162&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJlTrNnTopQogFDgENlJDcYBJYAHRg5EKsYOwk4Uf4GN83gJ0GmIauRe-q9Ciuz0AEHmp5zz0xRp_N7GGUSAJ8rq6aLp6ZIcEF1cTSj4wp1pxbZt9NTU9s6mhTDE71BLRyFYYA3Odj4IY/s320/denver+041.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; know, it grosses me out, but they are his babies, so what can I say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I hope all have a good weekend. Chow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4749221026073544247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1959624738904696424/4749221026073544247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4749221026073544247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4749221026073544247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-she-did-it-i-was-little-nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2xJJZ9WcLBiMhxh5g8-KfL9BTZzgYd4dNLC9a2AAofv03LwaEJ5EPiU5XVRw9awi60daiPUd3j4bQWqCCGC9-6TKRPXmWGnq2WJxfsB5ZVB_zLebfKbiDl8Rg7w2ra4/s220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgL8BdHFOPpXbeaIJybZ3yhhwc_JZSIgIqcm6U6u6MN83vvMKmzmSSXI6Y25Su3u4ursODJfMx2tO_wIRn3rbkw0qyjSIi77vIsc9gjTZ0RQprrbfG8TwqsziuUw9ZhcwxnzS0MMb7wWo/s72-c/denver+040.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-1570085212976325507</id><published>2008-10-09T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:44:33.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUnning Troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been having some issues lately with my running. It seems that every time I get close to 40 miles a week, my body starts to sputter out on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been training for a 10k that I want to run in November. Its a pretty cool run. Its called the left overs race and they use all t-shirts, medals, and goodies that are left over from previous races. I thought that was kind of a cute idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I go through this issue all the time...I start hitting 40 miles a week and my legs get really sore, like right now I can barely walk up stairs without wanting to stop and rest. Its pretty embarrassing too since I have been a runner all my life and I can barely walk up stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told I need to eat more and take more vitamins, but nothing seems to really be working. Does this happen to anyone else out there, or have you ever heard of this happening? I just don&#39;t know what I need to do, and I don&#39;t want to cut back and then have to build back up again. Its really frustrating. So, if anyone has any advise, please let me know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also just remembered today that I HAVE BETTE MIDLER TICKETS FOR TOMORROW NIGHT!!!!! I&#39;m really excited, my husband got me the tix for my birthday (even though I know he doesn&#39;t really want to go). It should be fun though, he did have a blast when we went to Kathy Griffin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI4E_EIIa91faPpg6iCRJdmBjOejRfRu7RGfqFR9abRDWrZVM18EAbH4ULRzjjX8STthbEms291ePs3QztftPU_WKP11wHWeJza8Mu3LJ2HRR-xV67fUm3hDXky4XzaaN9S1h2GS03Q_M/s1600-h/gwBette.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255348534749570274&quot; style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI4E_EIIa91faPpg6iCRJdmBjOejRfRu7RGfqFR9abRDWrZVM18EAbH4ULRzjjX8STthbEms291ePs3QztftPU_WKP11wHWeJza8Mu3LJ2HRR-xV67fUm3hDXky4XzaaN9S1h2GS03Q_M/s320/gwBette.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being able to go to shows, no matter how cheesy and &quot;Las Vegas&quot; they are, is still the great thing about living here in Vegas.  I complain about living here a lot, but I do really enjoy it.  Where esle can I gorge myself on a different buffet every weekend, and gamble while Im grocery shopping.  Its pretty awesome.  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