tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141205356924592082024-03-11T22:55:36.518-07:00BB's BlundersBrittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-40421137886936550792013-05-11T22:01:00.001-07:002013-05-11T22:01:34.903-07:00life of...wha???I just watched the movie the Life of Pi. It was breathtaking...it was a visual master piece...it was beautiful...it was...confusing as hell? Maybe something is wrong with me...but I seriously was left feeling VERY unsettled by the ending. Eh...whatever...the main reason for this post is that now I can't go to sleep. So what have I decided to do instead?? BLOG!<br />
Since my last post...a snow-pocalypse happened on May 2nd.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">It took hours to shovel that crap...and not only was it 15 inches thick...it was heavy AND wet. It took out power lines and trees like they were toothpicks! Look at this branch!!</span></div>
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(happier times April 27th, 2013)</div>
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This picture was taken 5 days before the snow storm demolished my hopes of it FINALLY being spring...notice...KBrobst is wearing shorts...Gspence is wearing a short sleeved shirt...and the effing back door is wide open!! Let me refresh your memory one more time folks...</div>
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To THIS!!! (building snow dragons on a snowday...in effing MAY)</div>
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I do love Minnesota. Do not get me wrong...and I sure did enjoy the freak Snow day as well as the next fat person. I didn't even bother to get my car un-buried and when I did, I counted it on my weight watchers activities points...because that business was EXHAUSTING. </div>
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Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-65993732936127840572013-04-28T21:57:00.000-07:002013-04-28T21:59:49.439-07:00Freaking Finally!So...It's 11:35 PM, on Sunday night. I SHOULD be asleep. I should be doing something more productive than updating my blog. I didn't blog all winter. Why, you may ask? I don't like winter. But guess what home slice ..IT'S MOTHER EFFING SPRING!!!!<br />
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You will almost NEVER see my happier than when it is spring. <br />
I'm like a baby feeling whatever that material is for the first time....<br />
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I'm like a duck jumping in the water...<br />
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I'm like a dog dressed up for Thanksgiving...<br />
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I'm like Anne Shirley realizing she's been in love with Gilbert Blythe her WHOLE life!<br />
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I'm like Hermione when she straightens her hair for the Yule Ball...(and she KNOWS she looks good)<br />
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I'm like batman...in this picture...?<br />
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SPRING!!!! SPRING!!!! SPRING IS HERE!!! hopefully to stay...cause if it starts to get cold again before October...I am NOT going to be a happy camper. Ain't nobody got time for that....<br />
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Christmas...the most wonderful time of the year. Check out Haley's mouth. Taylor looks like a model...but sorry Haley...we do not look our best.<br />
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Now THIS picture...on the other hand....is a keeper. Taylor still looking like a European model...but at least Mars Attacks and I are having fun...right haley? right? :)<br />
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This is my...look what my friend just bought me for my birthday... That toilet paper lasted the whole semester and I still use that tool in my hand... Thanks Cody Lee!<br />
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This one was taken courtesy Melanie Ann Johnston. This man was sitting a little too close for comfort at a BYU game...(these are my panic...very uncomfortable eyes)<br />
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Yeah...so what? Our car broke down in Logan and we missed the BYU game...see if you could navigate Logan effing Utah when it is raining and you are wearing a dress and heels. Props to us Melanie...we rocked the free bus like NOBODY'S business.<br />
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Possibly my favorite picture of all time.....<br />
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My thoughts in this picture are as followed...It's 3:30 in the morning...I've only had 5 hours of sleep the last two nights...I'm trying to smile but get that damn camera out of my face.<br />
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I hate clowns.....<br />
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I am the one in the red jumper... I am serious about music now...and I was serious about it at 5.<br />
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It is hard work being a bridesmaide...and son of a...I will NOT sweat on this dress before we take pictures....<br />
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I really don't have words for this picture...except for...loosen up on the pencil grip Brittany...<br />
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hahaha....I'm smiling...but my eyes say...if you hurt her again, I will cut you....GLAD YOU ARE MARRIED NOW! :)<br />
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stuck.....stuck....... STUCK!!!!<br />
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We were the last two to get married...haha...and now I'm the last one. <br />
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And here are some faces I make at my children...<br />
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hmmm...do you think this is a good choice...or a bad choice....<br />
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Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-37150708824912990592012-07-14T19:49:00.004-07:002012-07-19T16:19:53.550-07:00Pinterest!Alright...ALRIGHT!!! I will admit it...I really love pinterest. Why do I love it? Oh...I don't know...maybe for reasons like THIS!!<br />
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And THIS!!!!<br />
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Ok...ok...in short...Pinterest allows me to find silly pictures in one spot without having to spend hours on google looking up different themes....I can now just spend those hours on Pinterest...find LOTS OF GREAT THINGS. <br />
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I have to preface this blog post with this. I am not a naturally crafty/bakey person...so yes...I am always awed by things like this....<br />
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why yes, Pinterest...how did you know I've been DREAMING of a gingerbread/pumpkin/whipped cream triffle my whole life??<br />
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Anywho...long story short...I have felt the need, for the past few weeks, to become more domestic. Why? Oh...I don't know...maybe because when my mom was my age, she had five kids already. Maybe because, most of my friends and sisters have or are having babies and are moving on in their domesticated life-styles. Who said you have to have a family to want to bake?? Huh?<br />
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Ok...Alright! I may be a little sensitive about the fact that I ate chips with melted cheese on top for dinner two days in a row. I might be a little tender about the fact that I fill my cart at Target with meals-for-one...every week...<br />
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So maybe I want to change that a little bit. Maybe I thought I would try some of the recipes that I constantly pin on Pinterest....Starting with...<br />
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Blogging world...meet Reeses Smore's Bars...<br />
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They look delicious right? Nice and tasty...You can tell that there are reeses in there...You can tell that there is fluffy white marshmellow fluff. You can tell that it is delicious...And OH!!! I so wanted to impress my family and friends at the Fourth of July party...I had a daydream as I was whipping them up, of everyone devouring them and asking for more. I dreamed of everyone saying..."Why is Brittany Bly not married yet??! CLEARLY she is a domesticated Goddess."<br />
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But alas my friends...I did dream in vain. Little did I know that creul fate had different plans for me....I made it VERY clear if baking were indeed the reason why people are in relationships...I am VERY single for this sole reason...<br />
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Banana Bars....<em>with BROWN butter frosting!!</em></div>
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Other reasons I love Pinterest, It allows me to indulge in obsessions...</div>
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Harry Potter</div>
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Hemsworth squared...</div>
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</div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-49916025651497841802012-05-05T14:49:00.000-07:002012-05-05T14:49:21.508-07:00Part 3: Unnatural encounters with dead birdsIt is time to finish this 3 post series due to the fact that the universe is really coming against me. Yesterday, I went into work early and as I was sitting in the computer room with one of the clients, I heard a thud against the window....I thought..."hmmm, that is weird. It sounds like a bird hitting the glass." I shook it off then about ten seconds later, I heard it again. I turned around and saw a robin flying into the glass! It did this about 5 more times and each subsequent time, I started freaking out a little bit more. The last time, I said outloud..."What the heck is going on?!" To which my co-worker, who had snuck in to the room with me unawares goes..."What are you talking about?" I said, pretty hysterically..."A bird keeps flying into the window!!" He kind of looked at me and then took his kid to the wii. Of course, the bird did NOT fly into the window again, because it knew that someone else would have to witness the fact that they are PLOTTING against me!<br />
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Today, as I was checking the mail, I looked down and there was a dead bird lying at the base of the mailbox. What the eff? Seriously. I feel like this is getting to be very ridiculous. <br />
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So...here we are. I see dead birds. Not like Hayley Joel Osmend in sixth sense where they are ghosts...more like..I always see dead birds. I can count the times I have seen a dead bird while running. Five in the last two years. I am not lying...and I am not exhaggerating to any extent! That is just while running! <br />
People think that I am ridiculous for all of the rules that I have when driving. If one window is down...the other one has to be too so that if a bird flies into one window, it can easily fly out the other instead of hitting one and dying....or this happening...<br />
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I have gone through drills with passengers on long trips about grabbing the wheel if I hit a bird on the highway. Brandon is an expert. We joked about this, but it came in handy on our trip from Utah to Minnesota. We went over the plan and laughed very hard as we practiced him taking the wheel. What happened approximately 10 hours later? My parents hit a bird in front of us and feathers flew all over the place. I knew what had happened right away; Brandon looked at me and slowly took the wheel. <br />
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(Literally don't know what I would do if I came to my car and saw this...I would have to walk to work.) <br />
I see them on the side of the road while driving. (Geese and robins are my favorite...Not). I see them when I'm walking downtown. I see them when taking kids for a walk around the building. (then I make my co-workers clean them up because I can't stand it)<br />
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Worst driving memory: A hobbling bird that had been hit getting obliterated by a truck and seeing feathers exploding in my rear view mirror. If I had left work 30 seconds earlier, I would not have seen it. <br />
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What mainly happens is a physical freak out. I flap my hands and plug my ears. I will usually scream a small little cry and hop/run away very quickly. If I am driving, I scream for a long time while physically freaking out. <br />
Here is a picture list of what happens to me:<br />
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initial..."Is that a...?<br />
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well...maybe it is a piece of paper or...a feather duster...ah crap...not again...<br /><img height="556" id="il_fi" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gd947jPiFuzBbisjqySyo4ZYAQ7A_bOdSRcu-CEwDcvkiK6mhseSVVvPg2p11_O339eEuinkC_3__fJn-mwAx5dqwsQQzYefFXi7aOwnFsYROFggz5AjAaErb8yhWVryxWwHd4VayWsa/s1600/fear+from+darwin+book.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="551" /><br />
uhhh uhhhhhaaaaah!!!!<br />
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AHHHH (maniacal laughing/crying/whimpering) GROSSSSSSS!!!!<br />
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Ok...breath.....<br />
<img height="200" id="il_fi" src="http://www.faithandfamilylive.com/images/dailyBlog/blog/cache/no_looking-300x200.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="300" /><br />It I don't look at it, then I will be ok...<br />
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Well, I have to make sure I don't step on it...<br />
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STILL SCARY!!!!!<br />
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AHHHHHHH!!! <br />
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If I plug my ears...and grasp my face, I will be fine....I just need to...<br />
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RUN AWAY!!<br />
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So there it is....I am afraid of birds...alive and dead. For ligitimate reasons. I hope to one day be over this fear...as it is my greatest desire to survive the apocalypse and I am sure there will be lots of dead birds everywhere...or at least I will have to hunt birds and clean them...However...until then...Here is what I truley believe....<br />
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I do have to say that I don't think I will be able to do Part 2 on my own. I'm going to need a little help from my friends...aka, <br />
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Chris Hemsworth/Thor....<br />
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and Joshua Jackson.<br />
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My second encounter with birds, which has lead to my crippling fear of dead ones happened to be when they started showing up around my house as a child. We had a few cats when I was a child. One of the wonderful things about cats is that when they love you, they leave you gifts. These gifts can be any number of things. Mice, frogs, birds...etc. My cat liked to leave birds on the doorstep. <br />
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I really just tried to type in dead birds and could not look at the pictures...I am sorry!!! not that anyone is really that upset about it....but serious...GROSS!!<br />
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Let's just say I got a bird in my bed one time. Horrifying.<br />
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We also have a wood burning stove at my house. Every summer, when our stove was not in regular use...birds would make nests in the chimney and then fall into the smoke stack...thus making for a loud and drawn out, flapping death. <br />
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When the death was over...Joe, (my dad) would often open up the stove and take out what was left. One particular time, I scooting into the other room as he did this, he opened up the stove top and said..."Oh!" as two tiny birds flew out and into our basement. All of us ran around the room screaming and freaking out as these two birds flapped around our basement and our dogs and cats went wild. I don't really remember how we got the birds out of the house, but I don't think I was a part of it. <br />
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My roommate Laural and I have an agreement...I will kill all spiders if she will check the stove everytime we make a fire for dead birds. She has had to clean one out already...<br />
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The whole ordeal of birds being in the house reminds me of two of my favorite shows...(Sorry for the bad quality)<br />
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This summer, as I was helping my brother clean out his room, he said very quickly..."Uh, don't come in here." I said while walking in "Why, is there...OH MY GOSH!!!" and froze as I saw the dead bird our cat-like dog CHLOE had brought into his room as a gift. <br />
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I can't bring myself to search for or post pictures of dead birds in people's houses...but I am sure that you can all imagine what this might look like...I do not suggest typing "dead birds" into the search box....<br />
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This concludes (due to the fact that I can't post pictures of dead birds in houses) the second part of my Bird Phobia posts. <br />
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Soon to come our final installment...<br />
Part 3: An unatural number of encounters with dead birds.<br />
<br />Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-48784159643758704872012-04-29T20:40:00.001-07:002012-04-29T20:40:47.652-07:00Part One: Where the fear beganI know I've discussed my phobia of birds in nearly all of my previous blog posts somewhere...but enough is enough. I believe that it is time for me to finally talk about this fear in great detail from the begining. To warn all of you out there...there may be some disturbing images throughout this blog. I suppose I should just warn myself because I'm the only one really afraid of birds. AND, I've decided to do this in several different posts. <br />
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The beginning<br />
When I was young, at a very young age, my cousin and I were in my backyard when out of no where a blue jay flew out of the tree and started flapping/attacking us. I know that I am not the only one in this world who is afraid of birds...take a look at these little gems that I found...on google.<br />
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Look at her/his face...this ungenderable person is <em>clearly</em> terrified and probably will be for the rest of its life...<br />
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This poor little Asian child....with her teddy bear muffler/skarf will not be consoled after this...she is surrounded. And those pigeons will not let her go.<br />
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This poor child is being pooped on...POOPED ON!!!! and by the looks of the package of bread crumbs in his hand...he was trying to feed the damned thing and it thanked him by crapping on him several times...<br />
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Crows are the worst...and I think this is from the movie, The Birds.<br />
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Canadian Geese are a runner up to the Crow for the worst bird. That guy is riding a BIKE. That goose doesn't care. He still thinks he owns the bike path....because he is a giant disgusting poop machine that steals children's lunches.<br />
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This magestic eagle is attacking a camera man. <br />
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This guy is not afraid to show how terrified he is. And he has tattoos all over his body...<br />
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Another child trying to feed the birds....<br />
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just to summarize...<br />
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To be continued....<br />
Part Two: Birds: Dead OR Alive in my house...Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-39289766616237549692012-03-28T21:41:00.000-07:002012-03-28T21:41:07.544-07:00shattered 3Gs screen + new 4s = new computer...?I don't know why I feel like I can't throw a blog post up unless I have something extravegant to say. But here it is. I just bought a new computer. Not just a regular old laptop...an actual, adult desk top/ touch screen, HP...something or another. Here's what it looks like...<br />
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Awesome...<br />
Here is why I bought this computer. <br />
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Yes...I know...Brittany dropped<em> another </em>iPhone. Brittany ruined yet, <em>another </em>phone. (Reference a previous blog as to how many phones I have ruined <a href="http://www.brittanybly.blogspot.com/2011/03/biggest-pet-peeve.html" target="_blank">biggest pet peeve</a>) (side note: add one phone before this that I did NOT blog about, fyi)<br />
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Some of my readers out there may be scratching their heads, perplexed and thinking...but Brittany, how does this warrent you needing a brand new computer?<br />
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Well just you wait my little readers/friends/family...all your questions will be answered momentarily, but I must briefly tell the back story.<br />
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A long time ago, mainly around the time I moved back home, my wonderfully crappy Dell laptop decided to stop connecting to the internet. You see...I have an iphone, therefore have been surviving on that and my parent's computer since then...(August 2011). I was very tempted to get a computer when I finished the third season of Fringe on DVD in January. I needed a computer to catch up on hulu. (duh)<br />
<img height="480" id="il_fi" src="http://www.fox.com/fringe/_ugc/images/extras/Fringe_Wallpaper01_1024_ET.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="640" />I mean look at this cast! How could I resist buying a computer so I could catch up on what I had missed on season 4?? But resist, I did. It was not the right time<br />
It wasn't until this fateful Saturday March 24th, 2011, while telling my roommate about my night previous, when my phone literally flew out of my hand, face down on our tiled kitchen floor. I knew, the second I bent down to pick it up, that it had hit the ground at just the right angle, that the case had had no effect on breaking the impact that shattered my poor 3Gs screen. I stared at my phone, held it up dramatically and shouted "NO!!!!" Then busted into fits of giggles as I now do during ridiculous technological accidents that I have become so prone to. <br />
After lots of coaxing by Brandon, we ventured to the at&t store. "You have insurance, Brittany. I told you to get it with this last phone, rememeber?" I mumbled something about it not really mattering; that all I needed was a replaced screen and the deductable was probably going to cost more than the actual screen.<br />
"Let's go." he urged. So go, we did. And I am glad we did. After a few trickeries done by the man helping us...I was upgraded to the new 4s I PHONE only having to pay 200 dollars. After being promised to get it in the mail Tuesday, I raced home to my pathetic lap top...backed up my shattered, suprisingly still working 3Gs onto my itunes. Ready for the phone to come, I raced home after work Tuesday to find it waiting for me on the table. Anyone see where this is going?<br />
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After getting my phone switched over at AT&T, I came home to sync it to my itunes only finding that I could not do it due to the fact that my itunes is out of date and does not support the 4s. My heart dropped as the message, "you must update your itunes before syncing your brand new exciting phone. Go to itunes.com." Well guess what Itunes??! My internet doesn't work!! I cannot sync my phone because the STUPID laptop will not connect to the stupid internet!<br />
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Therefore after a (I'm embarrassed to say) sleepless night, laying awake thinking as to what I could do...I realized maturely that it was time. It was time for me to get a new computer. I will say that I think I made the right choice. I am always a bit iffy about buying electronics because I have no idea what I am looking for. But alas...here I am, writing a real blog post on my very own...very REAL computer. <sigh> I have also come to the conclusion that technology and I have a love/hate relationship. I love it...it hate's me.<br />
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<br />Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-55107290938396179022011-12-19T20:13:00.000-08:002011-12-19T20:13:06.574-08:00My one and only love....It has been an interesting week in the life of Brittany Bly. I went to Utah to babysit my favorite family in the WHOLE entire world. I saw my most amazing old coworkers at ABTC. Saw my sister and my most adorable niece. Was a single mom of four for a week, cried when I said good bye, but realized that, over all, I am so glad that I moved back home. I love Utah. LOVE. And I miss the people I knew there more than I can even express here. I didn't get to see some people, (ie, Jessica Mower, Aunt Debbie) but was so busy with the week that it was honestly a blur. As I come back, with this small update of my life...one thing is consistant. Boys will come and go in my life. I have had crushes and loves and people I thought I could be with...when it all falls through the cracks, a man named Joshua Jackson is always there to pick up the pieces. If there are any of you out there who know me at all, you know that I have many obssessions that also come and go in my life.<br />
Roswell,<br />
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The Office<br />
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Lost:<br />
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and so on and so on...my love for Joshua has lasted through all of these things...and started when I was very young...Probably around 9 or 10....in a little movie called...The Mighty Ducks<br />
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Followed quickly by D2...<br />
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and I can't mention the other 2 without mentioning the 3rd. <br />
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I took a bit of a haitus until Dawson's Creek, which I did not watch much, until recently (thankyou Christine Hill and Amanda Isbell for this newfound love of Pacey Witter, ugly shirts and all.<br />
<img height="429" id="il_fi" src="http://www.mydawsonscreek.altervista.org/Pacey/pacey_7.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="336" /><img height="380" id="il_fi" src="http://www.moviemarket.com/library/photos/196/196460.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="304" /><br />
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best scene ever...<br />
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after this one...<br />
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I love him....<br />
Then...there came The Skulls<br />
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Lonestar state of mind...<br />
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One Week...was also a great one...<br />
<img height="341" id="il_fi" src="http://josh-jackson.net/images/albums/Movies/ONE%20WEEK/Joshua-Jackson-One-Week-16.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="512" /><br />
And my most recent obsession<br />
FRINGE!!!<br />
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<img height="434" id="il_fi" src="http://josh-jackson.net/images/albums/Magazines/2009/T%20Magazine/joshua-NYtimes-t-magazine-001.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="353" /><img height="299" id="il_fi" src="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/10/Fringe061008_450x299.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="450" /><br />
<img height="338" id="il_fi" src="http://josh-jackson.net/images/albums/FRINGE/Caps/Season%20One/109/normal_NDVD_179.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="600" /><br />
and...here are some awesomes...just for giggles....<br />
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<img height="600" id="il_fi" src="http://www.josh-jackson.net/images/albums/Appearances/Public/2009/2009-Summer-TCA/normal_joshua-jackson-TCA-09-FOX-011.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="445" /><img height="400" id="il_fi" src="http://www.celebsource.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/joshua-jackson-ipod-nyc.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="500" /><br />
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reading pacey fan fiction and comic con...(can't link the video..but trust me...it's hilarious...)<br />
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so...to end this ridiculous post with an even MORE ridiculously obvious statement...I love the guy...and that is that...<br />
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1. Being late for work:<br />
*A normal person would think...I should have woken up earlier<br />
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* I think: If I could apparate...I would never be late again.<br />
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2. Forgetting my lunch at home.<br />
*A normal person would think: I could just go to Kwik Trip and pick up some food<br />
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* I think: If I had a house elf, I could just summon him and he would bring me food.<br />
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3. When a kid tries to bite me at work<br />
* A normal person would think: MOVE AWAY DEMON CHILD!<br />
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* I think: STUPEFY!!<br />
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4. I have really dry skin, right?<br />
Normal people would say: my skin is dry, I should put some lotion on it. <br />
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*I told a kid at school: "It looks like I have scale rot." To which he replied..."what is scale rot?" I said..."<sigh> never mind"....and he goes..."Is that from Harry Potter?" and I say, "......yes"<br />
On Harry Potter wiki, it says this: <br />
<div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="300"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"The symptoms of scale rot were scales taking on a dull, flakey appearance and falling off in large amounts.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-dragonbreeding_0-4" itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="329"><a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Scale_rot#cite_note-dragonbreeding-0" itxtbad="1" itxtnodeid="330">[1]</a></sup> If left untreated in salamanders it could become severe enough that the tail would detach from the body.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-ootp25_1-3" itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="328"><a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Scale_rot#cite_note-ootp25-1" itxtbad="1" itxtnodeid="331">[2]</a></sup> </span></div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="299"><span style="font-size: x-small;">For dragons, the treatment was to rub the affected area with a solution of </span><a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Salt" itxtbad="1" itxtnodeid="337" title="Salt"><span style="font-size: x-small;">salt</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> water, </span><a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Tar" itxtbad="1" itxtnodeid="336" title="Tar"><span style="font-size: x-small;">tar</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> and </span><a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/White_spirit" itxtbad="1" itxtnodeid="335" title="White spirit"><span style="font-size: x-small;">white spirit</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-dragonbreeding_0-5" itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="334"><a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Scale_rot#cite_note-dragonbreeding-0" itxtbad="1" itxtnodeid="338">[1]</a></sup> The treatment for salamanders was to repeatedly rub the affected area with </span><a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Chilli" itxtbad="1" itxtnodeid="333" title="Chilli"><span style="font-size: x-small;">chilli</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> powder.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-ootp25_1-4" itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="332"><a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Scale_rot#cite_note-ootp25-1" itxtbad="1" itxtnodeid="339">[2]</a></sup> </span></div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The effects of scale rot on dragons and its treatment was covered in <i itxtbad="1" itxtnodeid="341"><a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Dragon_Breeding_for_Pleasure_and_Profit" itxtbad="1" title="Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit">Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit</a></i>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-dragonbreeding_0-6" itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="340"><a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Scale_rot#cite_note-dragonbreeding-0" itxtbad="1" itxtnodeid="342">[1]</a></sup> " </span></div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><span style="font-size: small;">As I am neither a dragon nor a salamandar...this information is useless to me. </span></div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><br />
</div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298">5. Whenever I see an abandoned building or rundown house</div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><img src="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4120/4791947876_7a17c60274.jpg" /></div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29445095@N05/4791947876/sizes/m/in/photostream/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/29445095@N05/4791947876/sizes/m/in/photostream/</a></div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298">Normal people would think: eh...could fall the through, I'm not going in there...</div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><img src="http://farm1.staticflickr.com/23/32219856_28912ad4b4.jpg" /></div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/peterjbaer/32219856/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/peterjbaer/32219856/</a></div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><br />
</div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298">I think: Is this the muggle entrance to the Ministry of Magic, or St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries?</div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><img height="410" id="il_fi" src="http://www.ratemyfunnypictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/ministry-of-magic-640x853.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="307" /></div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><br />
</div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298">6. Litter on the ground.</div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><img height="291" id="il_fi" src="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/ollirg/ollirg0902/ollirg090200094/4261444-landscape-stormy-one-shoe-worn-on-road.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="400" /></div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><br />
</div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298">Normal person would think: I should clean that up and recycle it, or throw it away.</div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><img height="389" id="il_fi" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1074/5100787954_7d02742051.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="430" /></div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><br />
</div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298">I think...it might be someone's portkey to another location...better not move it.</div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><img height="404" id="il_fi" src="http://baranyainora.hu/The_Portkey_by_Baranyai.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="640" /></div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298"><br />
</div><div itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="298">anyone else have any other instances? feel free to add below</div><br />
here's what pinterest has to offer my addiction:<br />
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(I want this...BAD)<br />
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I think to myself...would it really be all that weird if I were to keep up all my decorations from my Harry Potter party? the answer, of course...is no! I still have up the "Three Broomsticks" in the entrance to my house.<br />
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I still have the Harry potter trunk upstairs..still filled with harry potter robes and books and potions. (Although, it is no longer open.)<br />
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I have finally cleaned up all of the Halloween decorations...but to tell you the truth...I am one dorky nerd. Here are some more pictures from the night.<br />
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Bellatrix and Ron have a "special" sort of friendship...<br />
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The Great Hall<br />
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<sigh> someone's excited to go to Hogwarts...<br />
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I told you all in an earlier post why my dogs would not survive the apocalypes (<a href="http://brittanybly.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-post-apocalypse-survival-guide.html">Post-apocalyptic survival guide</a> )...Here is further proof.<br />
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Dobby and Fluffy<br />
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A better look at the great hall feast!<br />
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Umbridge and Bellatrix are the most hard core people I know<br />
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Hermione getting "drunk" off of butterbeer.<br />
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Harry, Hermione and Ron...just goin' to Hogwarts...<br />
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The best part of this picture is that was not really a posed picture...I really was looking at him that way...<br />
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Hermione and Ron are now friends with Bellatrix<br />
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All I have to say is...Laural is AMAZING...she is an up-and-coming custom costume designer...jsyk...<br />
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The whole group...<br />
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Ps...thanks to Laural for letting me steal these off of facebook. Also...thanks to Laural for most of the hand crafted decorations. It was a great party. The problem is...the birthday angle was just a good excuse for us all to dress up as Harry Potter characters. I guess we celebrated Brandon and my birthdays as well...as a side note.<br />
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and to end this lovely long late night post...<br />
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and...nobody cry...But I just lost it on this one...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/aDNxa2UoEUI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-852985216077273952011-10-06T20:11:00.000-07:002011-10-06T20:11:06.931-07:00HALLOWEENI know...I know...it's been a VERY long time since I have posted on this thing. It's not thatI haven't thought about it. I have...I have....A. not really had the time and B. not really known what to say, so I'll start with this. It has been great being home. I LOVE being around my family and I love being around my friends. I can honestly say that I have the best friends in the whole entire world. My darling friend Laural has blessed my new life with many surprise treats and late night chats! :) Brandon, as always, has been my little ray of sunshine during this transition into my new life, and he has introduced me to my new friend here in Rochester, Miss Blythe Polito. I got a job at the Minnesota Autism Center with pretty much no effort involved...which was a huge blessing. Halloween, my favorite holiday, is coming up. aaaaaaaand...THIS is what I will be blogging about....I love Halloween....I know...I should be blogging more about the fact that I have made this huge transition in my life...that things continue to be crazy...that I'm STILL not doing exactly what I want to be doing...but I will not. Why, you may ask? Because no one really cares about the sticky details of my life. I have this blog, at least for right now, to entertain myself with ridiculous lists and even more ridiculous topics. So here we go...List of why Halloween is my favorite holiday.<br />
1. Fall is already my favorite season...<br />
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The first reason why I love Halloween would have to be because it is part of my favorite season. I love the smell, I love the colors, I love the temperature...I love EVERYTHING about autumn!<br />
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2. Halloween is 6 days before my birthday.<br />
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Ashleigh and I OFTEN had combined birthday parties that were Halloween themed, due to the fact that her birthday is November 1st and mine is November 6th and we aren't even a year apart. I LOVE combined birthday parties that are Halloween themed. (side note: anyone reading this blog is invited to mine and Brandon Button's combined birthday party on October 29th (his birthday). The theme is to come as your favorite book character.)<br />
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3. My family took Halloween very seriously...We often had no rhyme or reason to why were were dressed certain ways...but we were ALWAYS dressed up. This is my favorite family photo....Ever.<br />
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The indian/blue bunny/cowboy/cubs fan farmer theme just gets me EVERY time. <br />
4. Carving pumpkins<br />
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This little beauty comes from 2009 Halloween with the Easter's. Can you guess whose is who? Marty's is team Edward...Jill is the perfect middle one and mine and Melanie's gourd is on the right....I will carve anything I can put a face on and a candle inside.<img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/13931_595769053814_193302710_34206072_6044137_n.jpg" /><br />
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5. Trick-or-treating<br />
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I don't know why I was never freaked out about knocking on stranger's doors and begging for candy as a kid, and I don't know why I get such joy from doing the same as I've become an adult, but I LOVE trick-or-treaters and for the first time in my adult life, I live in a home and have roommates who want to hand out candy! I love when people dress their children up in ridiculous costumes and parade them around for the whole neighborhood to see. <br />
6. Costumes:<br />
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I love this picture...because...come on...what the hell is the kid on the left? a tree?? I babysat for a friend of my mom's this week and I asked her kids what they wanted to be for Halloween. As her oldest daughter, an mirror of how I was as an oldest, most responsible child, rattled on about her idea of become a Greek God if she couldn't find anything better at Target; her youngest son sat pondering on the couch. I looked at him and said, well bud, how about you? Thinking he was going to say, a cowboy, or a fireman, I was entertained to no end when, "a di." came out of his mouth. I said, "Di? Like as in a dice?" and he said, in his little Linus voice, "yeah, you know, like a six sided dice...." I said, "Yeah, I know what a dice is, I'm just wondering why you would want to be a dice." As he looked at me like he couldn't believe why I wouldn't already know the answer to that question, he said very seriously, "Well, I can't really think of anything more simple than being a dice." !!!!!!! I laughed hysterically. That is precisely the reason why I love children at Halloween!! They come up with the most ridiculously amazing ideas. My sister Haley chose to be a pink version of Michael from Peter Pan. We called her, Pink Michael. This sad thing is, Haley was "pink Michael" for more than just one year! Very funny.<br />
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Slutty princess costume, $12.99, Slutty pumpkin costume? Priceless (thanks Marty Easter)<br />
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6. Scary Movies<br />
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I don't think I have to talk too much about this. I love scary movies...more than I should. The problem is, I haven't had a friend to watch these scary movies with until I moved to Utah and found my friend Jeremy. The problem is...he is on the other side of the country and my friends here do not watch scary movies. This is ok. I will survive. I also don't have AMC anymore...or Syfy...or Chiller. So, I will have to watch them by either renting them, or online...and it probably won't happen, so I'll just stick with Hocus Pocus. ( Best scary movie of last year? Insidious...)<br />
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Well, That's all that I can really think of right now! Just let it be known, that I LOVE Halloween. A lot. Next post: Halloween costume ideas....Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-35409549557647862652011-07-19T18:48:00.000-07:002011-07-19T18:53:46.350-07:00MinnesotaAlright...Alright...It is official. (And actually has been for quite a while now.) I am moving back to Minnesota.<br />
<img alt="Minnesota map" src="http://realestatetwincities.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/istock_000003740479sminnesotamap480x653.jpg" /><br />
It's been in the works for about 2 months. This decision was brought on by a tip from my mother. She and my dad are now the residential directors to the Better Chance in Rochester. This means that they are moving into the big house and renting out our old home. My mom called me and said..."I'm not sure why I feel like I need to tell you this, but I woke up last night with this thought in my head. What if you moved home and rented out the house, while planning on going to graduate school?" I'm not sure why, but it clicked. Just like when I moved to Salt Lake from Denver. I don't know why I'm moving home, but for the first time in my adult life, I think I am doing something for myself rather than for the purpose of convenience. Not that moving to Denver and Salt Lake weren't for myself in the long run....Because I know that I have learned some amazing things in those two places, but I have become a different person almost. I am more confident and I feel good about myself (for the most part). I am happy. My sister Haley has become one of my best friends. For the first time, I've dated some while I've been out here. What is in Minnesota? I'm not exactly sure how I feel on the subject, but I can put it into a alternating list of pro's and cons... :)<br />
Pro #1:<br />
Great musicians are produced in Minnesota.<br />
Bob Dylan<br />
<img src="http://www.yogadork.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Bob_Dylan_yoga.jpg" />,<br />
Prince,<br />
<img height="269" src="http://cdn.stereogum.com/files/2010/02/prince-causeandeffect.jpg" width="320" /> Atmosphere<br />
<img height="320" src="http://rhymesayers.com/assets/images/products/StrictlyLeakageCover.jpg" width="318" />,<br />
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not to mention A Prairie Home Companion (on which I grew up)<br />
<img src="http://www.vpr.net/uploads/photos/original/gk_200.jpg" />(good ole Garrison Keillor<br />
There are MANY more musicians, like A Night in the Box (RIP:(, and Roma Di Luna, who have impacted me as a musician...<br />
Con #1:<br />
The winters<br />
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This picture is deceiving...and anyone from MN can tell you why. It LOOKS like a nice winter day with the sun all out and shining...but let me tell you. It is probably 25 degrees BELOW zero. Winter days are WORSE when the sun is out. Although seemingly beautiful and sunny, they are colder and more frigid. A sunny day= a day your nose hairs freeze instantaneously upon taking your first breath out the door. Have you ever been in a place where it was so cold that your car wouldn't start and your driver's door wouldn't latch? I have...on many different occasions.<br />
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Pro #2:<br />
Minnesota springs<br />
<img height="480" src="http://pics4.city-data.com/cpicc/cfiles20927.jpg" width="640" /><br />
As completely horrible as the winters are in Minnesota, the springs make up for it ten fold. After hibernating in your basement getting fat all winter and only going outside when absolutely necessary, we emerge once the temperature gauge says 25 degrees...in shorts. At this point, it's starting to feel warm. We remember what the warm sun feels like on our cheeks. With our hair slightly damp, we can run outside to get the mail without the fear of having it freeze and break off before we reach the doorstep again. As the temperatures continue to rise, so do our spirits that soon...SOON, we will not have to start our cars a half hour before work, that our snow pants, galoshes, mittens, scarves, face masks, neck warmers, hats and winter coats are no longer necessary in order to go to church, that school will no longer be cancelled due to extreme temperatures (as it is never due to excessive snow anymore.) that all that disgusting brown, slushy snow will finally melt. Spring, in Minnesota, is a most beautiful thing.<br />
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Con #2:<br />
Lack of men to date...<br />
<img src="http://minnesotasportsdaily.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/1prep0304.jpg?w=655" /><br />
Honestly...and no offense to anyone who has married people they grew up with, but I don't think I could do it. I love the boys at home, but I feel like it is somewhat incestual to marry a boy from home. I'm not planning on getting married ANY time soon, but I just don't see it happening in Minnesota....I don't know.<br />
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Pro #3:<br />
My family is in MN<br />
I love my family more than anything in this world. I love being around my family more than ALMOST anything in this world. It will be good to be around Stephen and Jonathan and Taylor (when she is home). I left home when Stephen was 7 years old. He has no memory of living around me, except for the few times when I was home between semesters. But I think it will be great to have the support and love from my family.<br />
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Con#3:<br />
My family is in MN<br />
I have the tendency to turn back into a 16 year old brat when I am around my family for longer than a week. I don't know what it is. I love them, and I love being around them, but the bratty, I-know-more-than-you,insecure-about-EVERYTHING-Brittany comes out to play. It has nothing to do with my family and EVERYTHING to do with me...just to be clear.<br />
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Pro # 4<br />
Brandon Button and Laural Brentner<br />
<img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1977/18/108/193302710/n193302710_33070306_7630.jpg" /><br />
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( I know...I know, this picture is forever old Laural, we must take new ones when I move home!) :)))<br />
These two individuals were my saving sanity when I moved home after graduating from college. There will never be anyone in this world who can fill the place Laural and Brandon share in my heart. I cannot wait to be reunited with them!<br />
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Con #4<br />
Running into people from High School...<br />
<img src="http://www.classreport.org/usa/mn/rochester/jmhs/schoolpage.jpg" /><br />
Let's just face it...I wasn't the most outgoing person in High school. I had a lot of close friends, but when it came to the others, I knew who they were, but I highly doubt they would remember me. I would never want to go back to high school, not in a million years. The people I feel I am closest too are the ones I keep in contact with. I know there are some that I would LOVE to be back in contact with, like (Rachel Knutson and Stephanie Irish/Aho.) But I also know that there are some I would be fine never seeing again. There is always that awkward..."Oh...hey!" moment, where you can't remember their name, or really exactly HOW you know them, but you know you do. You stammer a bit and then it comes to you, but you know that they know you didn't actually remember them at first. You aren't really sure if you should exchange information to "get coffee" later. So you awkwardly say, "Oh yeah...it was GREAT to see you. Have a nice....life?" with the hopes that you never run into them again. Oh well. Rochester isn't that big of a city, so I'm sure that it is bound to happen.<br />
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Pro#5:<br />
Downtown Rochester is one of my favorite places in the world.<br />
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Con #5:<br />
I repeat...winters...<br />
<img height="440" src="http://www.photolib.noaa.gov/bigs/wea00956.jpg" width="640" /><br />
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welp...I feel the need to express my excitement for moving. Even though this post is somewhat ridiculous...I really am very grateful to be moving home. Many people I love and admire live at home. I know that I am making the correct decision in moving home, even though right now...it is scary and I don't know why I'm doing it, I know that in the long run, it will be great!Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-54436183410705966992011-06-28T19:34:00.000-07:002011-06-28T19:34:23.340-07:00My Post Apocalypse Survival Guide...I've been thinking about the apocalypse quite a bit lately. I'm not really sure why, but it might have something to do with the fact that I am always reading books or watching TV shows or movies about living a post apocalyptic life. I've come up with a list of must-haves in order to survive. (note: There are several plausible apocalypses, therefore this list will prepare me for all of them.)<br />
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Survival Must Have:<br />
1. A very knowledgeable, says-the-right-thing-at-the-right-moment, stoic, yet witty, black man in your group. Think about it ...Denzel Washington in <i>The Book of Eli, </i><br />
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Will Smith in <i>I am Legend</i>.<br />
<img src="http://www.beyondhollywood.com/stillsx/2007/10/will-smith-i-am-legend-movie-4.jpg" /><br />
The black guy from <i>Dawn of the Dead</i><br />
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Second need for survival...<br />
2. A great immune system. <br />
If the apocalypse occurs because of a global, wipe-out disease...then I need to boost my immune system. I just read a book by Stephen King called <i>The Stand</i>. (It was over 1200 pages long and at first, I thought that it was great, But by the end...I was very bored) However...in order to survive, one had to be immune to the disease that spread across the world killing 98% of the population.<br />
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<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie9s3b08Af49huIfmeE7ya0sH5JtmffG05t7KEN57jj8Iz0jpfjC-6yPnqMn4nmM240nbQFilS5v-BW7swUo1MFAJAP2PVgCCFTQS3J-4Nb3uOFYjlJVOjLtWv0hmd1-VPpi8dDoosYslr/s400/montagnier.jpg" /><br />
(this guy is an expert...I'm going to believe him)<br />
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3. An ability to shoot a gun or wield a machete<br />
<img src="http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv144/endingall0618/emma-stone-zombieland-3.jpg?t=1292006478" /><br />
(Emma Stone in Zombieland)<br />
If I'm going to live through the apocalypse and live through it WELL, I need to know how to shoot a gun. I know, I know...you might say..."But Brittany, I thought you were an impeccable marksman." Well, you got me there. I am a good shot...thanks for bringing it up...however. I don't think that being a good shot is going to help me load and operate a gun. It's kind of like fishing...I can catch all the fish in the world...but it isn't going to do me a damn bit of good if I, for the life of me cannot, under any circumstances bring myself to take a live, finning fish off of a hook. I will be standing there, holding a fishing pole with a flopping fish on the end, waiting for someone to take it off.<br />
Only, in the apocalypse...there won't BE anyone to take the fish off my hook............I will have to just wait for it to suffocate and die...and that is just cruel.<br />
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There are several instances, that I can think of, where it would be handy to know how to operate a gun. <br />
1. If there are zombies, I can shoot them.<br />
2. I can shoot animals for food.<br />
3. I can shoot looters who try and steal my goods.<br />
4. If anyone tries to rape me...I can shoot them<br />
5. Um...do I even have to mention how bad ass it is going to look when I have pistols in hip holsters and a 12 gauge shotgun strapped to my back? I don't think so. (Disclaimer: The main objective in living in a post apocalyptic world (besides surviving), by the way, is to look and act as bad ass as you possibly can...reference: Mel Gibson in Mad Max and Mila Kunis in The Book of Eli)<br />
<img height="266" src="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Entertainment/images-7/mel-gibson-mad-max.jpg" width="400" /><br />
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I suppose you could substitute a machete for a gun...although, if I have to cut people up...I'll probably just go ahead and die because I don't think I could slice anything but a watermelon successfully...<br />
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5. A dog for a companion...<br />
I suppose if all the people around you are dead, then a dog would be a good companion. In <i>The Stand</i>, they find a dog and it brightens the mood of the travelers tremendously. Apparently, Mad Max also has a dog...<br />
<img src="http://www.gb93.com/site_images/2011-05-29/madmax-1278562005.jpg" /><br />
as does Will Smith,<br />
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There are several draw backs to this...Apparently, dogs aren't always immune to wipe-out-the-human-race diseases either. In <i>The Stand</i>, dogs did not really survive...but this one did. In<i> I am Legend</i>, his dog gets attacked by infected dogs and then his one and only companion gets sick and he has to kill her! It was horrible. On a different note, I may need to invest in some different dogs...perhaps pound dogs. I don't think Chloe and Coletrane will be able to hack the apocalypse...<img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v115/18/108/193302710/n193302710_31511844_8606.jpg" /><br />
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I'm just saying...<br />
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6. Come to grips with and conquer all of my irrational fears...<br />
Let's face it...those of you who know me, and know me well, know that I have a lot of odd phobias. For example: When making dinner with my sister Haley a few months ago, there were chicken feathers still on the drumstick. I told her that I could not...simply COULD NOT pluck those feathers out. She looked at me...stared for a bit and then said very simply. "You aren't going to survive the apocalypse." (this coming from a woman who falls into hysterics when an ant crawls across the kitchen floor) This got me thinking: What phobias are imperative for me to get over and which ones are ok for me to have?<br />
A.) My fear of dead birds and my constant fear of unexpectantly stumbling upon one.<br />
<img alt="Hundreds of dead birds along the side of the Morganza Hwy. in Louisiana on Monday." src="http://www.nydailynews.com/img/2011/01/06/450x257-alg_louisiana_birds.jpg" /> <---If this happens, I don't know if I will be able to leave the house. (see previous post: <a href="http://brittanybly.blogspot.com/2011/03/fat-tuesday.html">Fat Tuesday</a>)<br />
Why, you may ask, should I overcome this fear? Because...during the apocalypse...there may be more instances of birds dropping dead, spontaneously from the sky, like they did on New Years of this year. (<a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2011/01/110106-birds-falling-from-sky-bird-deaths-arkansas-science/">Dead Birds</a>)<br />
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<img src="http://24sevenpost.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Mass-Animal-Deaths-in-the-World-in-Google-Map.jpg" />(<---these are all the places where mass animal deaths have occurred.)<br />
So...as you can easily see...I need to be able to truck through the apocalypse even if there are dead birds all over the road. Plus, because access to food may be limited, I may have to resort to killing and eating birds...If I kill a bird...then I will have to handle a dead bird....ehhhh...I don't like this idea.<br />
B) My fear of being eaten by a shark(s)<br />
<img src="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Science/Images/jumping-great-white-shark.jpg" /><br />
I'm not really too concerned about facing/overcoming this fear. Although sharks scare the crap out of me and when I see pictures/videos about them, I can't look away...I don't think that, even in a post-apocalyptic world, that I am going to run into them too much. I have no real desire to be near an ocean. so...this fear, I can keep.<br />
C) Getting eaten by an alligator.<br />
<img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTg86eJmqzE20O5gPSqzOAXylHgc1lJrTxKCP4lp2iFyWCgZ-i3bA&t=1" /><br />
This fear...depending on where I live after the apocalypse, could come true. I found some tips on the internet at a website called...Animal Attacks, on how to avoid an attack by an alligator...here they are, right here...<br />
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<ul style="line-height: 20px;"><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Stay away from alligator inhabited areas during the dusk and early evening. This is the time of day alligators most commonly feed. They are also most active during the warm, summer months.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Don't clean fish and discard the parts near water. This attracts alligators to the shore, and maybe even to a swimmer nearby. (<b>THIS IS A TIP THAT I WILL REMEMBER WHEN I LEARN HOW TO TAKE A FISH OFF THE HOOK</b>)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Avoid searching or reaching for lost golf balls, boomerangs or anything else in water. This can be dangerous, especially to your hands and feet. (<b> I DON'T KNOW HOW BIG OF A PROBLEM THIS WILL BE, SEEING THAT I HAVE NEVER GOLFED OR EVEN SEEN A BOOMERANG, BUT CONSIDER IT NOTED</b>)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Keep pets away from waters inhabited by alligators. Small pets especially can attract alligators to the shoreline, or nearby swimmers. (<b>CHECK</b>)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Never feed alligators. Giving food to the alligators teaches them to associate humans with food. (<b>UM...DUH?</b>)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Don't harass an alligator if one is seen. An alligator will usually avoid a human unless is feels threatened, so turn around and move the other way quietly. (<b>CONSIDER THIS TIP FOLLOWED</b>)</span></li>
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D.) My fear of abnormally large inanimate objects...<br />
For example...,<br />
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I'm sure there will be many different large inanimate objects in the post apocalyptic world. However, I'm sure due to sheer exposure, I will be able to overcome this fear during the apocalypse.<br />
(On a side note, the last two pictures, I have seen these in real life. They are from a highway in North Dakota called the enchanted highway. My friends from high school, Rachel Knutson and Stephanie Irish picked me up from college in Idaho one year and on the way home we took this highway thinking it would be fun...IT WAS NOT FUN, IT WAS HORRIFYING.)<br />
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This is in no way a complete guide to surviving the apocalypse, just so you all know....I've been writing this post for several days now...so I've thought long and hard about the last point. <br />
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7. I need to be able to take on several "people" at one time, in a fight.<br />
I put people in quotations because I may not be fighting people off. They may be animals, aliens, or zombies...<br />
<img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRHlupJAbk_GJGcHDCsFEnFmcsO1DZdmqC77PDguS11Lx-Fk6CR&t=1" /><br />
You never know when you might need a set of fighting skills to ward off post apocalyptic monsters. A gun and dog may help but, I think being able to fight in hand to hand combat is just as bad ass of a skill as shooting someone. Also...think Hunger Games. The one thing I've learned is: You have to be able to kick butt after the apocalypse.<br />
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Alright...well that ends my list for now. I know that I have a lot of work to do in order to solidify my survival in the post apocalyptic world. If any of you have any other skills you think would be worth having to live, feel free to post. In the meantime...I'm going to start mastering my list. Happy surviving...Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-46590677899412562382011-06-18T15:25:00.000-07:002011-06-18T15:25:51.936-07:00Frustration ToleranceSo, as most of you know, I work with children who have autism. I love my job and I think that it is great...we use ABA (Applied Behavior Analysis) and basically...we all get stuck in the jargon of everything. Right now, my mind is definitely stuck on the phrase "frustration tolerance". Why you may ask? Because I do not have any. When I am frustrated...(physically, mentally, emotionally, etc.) I do not tolerate much of anything else. <br />
<div><img src="http://69.89.31.86/~collabr0/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/frustration.jpg" /></div><div>If anyone comes in contact with me in the next few days and says to themselves, "woah...what is wrong with Brittany?" You will know that I am in need of some frustration tolerance training. (I probably could be cured by a good make out session...I'm just saying.)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Another phrase that we use a lot is...Escape behavior...this would be defined as when a child uses a behavior to escape from a demand. For example...When asked to brush my teeth...I may engage in a tantrum like behavior in order to get out of brushing my teeth. This phrase is often shortened to just..."escaping". I often think...what kind of image would an outsider conjure from hearing us say..."Brittany is escaping from brushing her teeth."</div><div><img src="http://www.zwollealbionteethwhitening.com/wp-content/uploads/Teeth%20Cartoons_4.jpg" /> (I know there is a fork in his hand...but trying to stab someone to get out of brushing your teeth would be "escape behavior")</div><div><br />
</div><div>Access behavior is another common phrase...Access behavior is usually what you think about when you think about a child having bad behavior. Someone acting out to get something in return. This would be if my mother were to say..."Brittany, you cannot have that toy because you don't need it." I would be engaging in access behavior if I threw a tantrum in order to get the toy. </div><div><img src="http://www.mannahattamamma.com/three_way_tantrum.jpg" /></div><div>This is a three-way tantrum...It looks as if the kid in the middle may be the peace-maker, but my theory is that he is the instigator. Look at that face. Little red has that green toy that little green wants. Red is escaping from sharing and green is access crying in order to get the toy. Old blue is keeping them apart because he is trying to build his sand castle in the middle. He was ok with red helping him, but once green came into the picture...it was all over. </div><div>Tantruming is also a word that is used OFTEN in the world of autism and ABA. </div><div><br />
</div><div>"Use your Words" is a common phrase used in my field. </div><div><img src="http://images2.cpcache.com/product/use+your+words-teachers-teacher/251136622v1_225x225_Front.jpg" /></div><div>Sometimes, this phrase is OVER USED. I hear it all the time...use your words...use your words...use your words...The thing is...ALL of the children I work with do not speak. They have communication...but they cannot talk verbally, therefore the phrase, "use your words" is not an efficient way to get them to communicate.<br />
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Eloping is my favorite word we use. Instead of saying..."Brittany is running away from the classroom," We would say, "Brittany is ELOPING from the classroom." I like the image of eloping better than the image of running away anyways...<img src="http://obit-mag.com/media/image/Patient_Running.jpg" /><br />
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Why, you may ask, am I choosing to blog about this? I have no idea...Other than, the phrase, frustration tolerance is stuck in my brain right now. I am frustrated with a few things in my life and wish I could be UN-frustrated by them. Dammit.<br />
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</div>Maybe if I engage in some access behavior for the things that I want, I will get it. Or if I escape from the demands I have placed on me, life wouldn't be so hard and I would not have to tolerate my frustration. Either way...I need action.<br />
<img src="http://cdn.rap-up.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/hold-my-hand.jpg" /></div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-71622517868287284732011-06-09T16:45:00.000-07:002011-06-09T17:59:19.244-07:00The Squeezies...I feel the necessity to share a little characteristic of myself that that has been plaguing me today. I believe that I have always had this characteristic, but it wasn't accurately defined until my best friend, Melanie A Tidwell came along. We discovered it somewhat simultaneously in ourselves, probably on a food binging, high of code red mountain dew, lack of sleep college stupor. It is called, "the squeezy loves" or more commonly refered to, as just, "the squeezies". You know when you see a brand new baby and you have the weirdest desire to squeeze it's cheeks because it's just that damn cute? Or a puppy that you squeeze so hard it grunts a little bit.<br /><div>Or you see a bunny rabbit and your mom says..."Don't squeeze it that hard, Brittany, it's little and you might hurt it." But you squeeze it just a little too hard and poop comes out anyway? Well...I get this kind of squirmy squeezes for regular people...Not bunnies, not babies...but friends and family. <div>The squeezies don't always come about because you love someone. I am a firm believer that they come in sneaky forms as well...Not that you necessarily hate that person, it's just that you feel feisty inside and the devil is in you....you want to pinch them and/or bite their cheeks. I also believe that some of my kids at school suffer from this form of squeezies as well. I have "love" marks all over my arms and neck because of their squeezies. </div></div><div>Squeezies come at random times. You can't really plan on having them...they just come. </div><div>For instance: A person I work with made me so annoyed yesterday that I told him that I wanted to punch him in his face the next time I saw him. Instead of punching him, today, I felt really wiley...like sneaking up behind him and pinching the back of his neck. I felt like biting his arm anytime I sat next to him. I felt like tripping him on the way to the bathroom. I felt like stealing his pen from his hand and throwing it down the hallway all dramatic-like. The scariest urge, on which I almost acted, was wanting to tackle him to the floor, pinning his arms down with my knees and then poking his cheeks with my middle fingers. WHY??! This makes no sense! There is no rational feeling for this except for the fact that I had the squeezies!</div><div>Melanie and I use to describe different scenarios involving squeezy loves. A common conversation we would have while walking uphill before a run would consist of something along the lines of this...</div><div><br /></div><div>Melanie: I feel like driving round a round-about 20 times, then crashing into a ditch with you on the top of the car.</div><div>Brittany: Oh yeah, well I feel like biting your leg off and then hitting you on the head with it 5 times.</div><div>Melanie: I want to squeeze you so hard your eyes pop out.</div><div>Brittany: Well, I want to squeeze you so hard you poop your pants!</div><div>Melanie: You couldn't do that.</div><div>Brittany: You couldn't make my eyes pop out.</div><div>Melanie: But still, I would try.</div><div>Brittany: (blank stare) I want to tie your hair on top of your head and then cut it all off.</div><div>Melanie: You want to cut my head off??!!</div><div>Brittany: NO! Just your hair!</div><div>Melanie: Oh...Ok.</div><div>Brittany: Want to get a hot and ready and watch 27 dresses?</div><div>Melanie: Do I?!</div><div>(Proceed to walk back home without completing our run)</div><div><br /></div><div>Ridiculous eh? We would never do any of those things, but did you ever love/hate something or someone so much, you wanted to hurt them? I believe you may suffer from the squeezies as well...</div><div>There is treatment for this condition. Act on your urges. Do it moderately and sneakily, but it's okay to randomly pounce on someone with that little gleam of evil in your eyes. </div><div><img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/29897_617049492644_193302710_34847104_6186883_n.jpg" /></div><div> </div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-36728362317108174302011-05-15T20:46:00.000-07:002011-05-22T15:56:53.986-07:0027...I mean...6 dressesAlright ladies and gentleman (mike), it's time for a new post. So...Last weekend, I traveled up to Rexburg to attend one of my best friend's wedding. Jessica Bell Bushman (now Mower) married Tyson Howard Mower in the Rexburg, Idaho temple. <div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Uubr-ampPxk3g8b7j2NUvlwvBnF0yui-yGS_32m-oVunw3T9j37U1wZjTP70TyBX8oS16-0DzkT_mz9QuDXsuMsivis4T3X4lFG7ZHmFZ5xi9ur8toVRckamK81fiPBOr7-ch7M3HwL8/s400/DSC_2699.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607156496306043378" /></div><div>This was a BEAUTIFUL ceremony and actually was my first sealing I have ever been to as an endowed member of the church. I already said it, but I'll say it again...it was beautiful. It was a great weekend all the way around. I got to see Melanie and Devin Johnston, my little sister Taylor, Jessica's family and a few other randoms around campus. Can I say that it was weird to be back in Rexburg again. It was weird being in all the old places that I use to go with my little sister! It was also bizzare being there with Mel, seeing that we haven't been there together since the day we graduated. Anyhoo...Enough about the wonderful weekend...and on to the title of my blog. I am sure that most of you have seen the movie 27 dresses.</div><div><img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/01/18/arts/19dresses.jpg" /></div><div>Melanie and I went on a 27 dresses binge while we lived in Colorado, watching it every night for about a month. The sad thing is, I never find myself able to be sick of it. I laugh at all the same parts and can't help but comparing myself to Katherine Hiegel's character, Jane. So I thought that I would enumerate the times that I have been a bridesmaid through...what else...but pictures!</div><div><br /></div><div>Wedding #1: Caroline Lemmon.</div><div><img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v256/138/104/606241457/n606241457_889944_3002.jpg" /></div><div>Colors: Ivory, black and maroon...why am I the only one wearing a black shirt? I don't know...</div><div><br /></div><div>Wedding #2: My sister Ashleigh</div><div><img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2604/35/11/530930067/n530930067_6055242_6654131.jpg" /></div><div>Colors: Blue and white and yellow? I can't really remember. </div><div><br /></div><div>Wedding #3: Stephanie Irish</div><div><img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v296/214/30/515780619/n515780619_1074706_3929.jpg" /></div><div>Wedding Colors: this blue color with green and white...</div><div><br /></div><div>Wedding #4: My other sister: Haley</div><div><img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/65425_473620294001_707819001_6468135_4880434_n.jpg" /></div><div>Colors: Yellow, white and pink</div><div><br /></div><div>Wedding #5: Melanie Tidwell</div><div><img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/47791_1393444687469_1572738071_30984334_473140_n.jpg" /></div><div>Colors...also yellow pink and white (I wore the same shoes and both weddings :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Wedding #6 Jessica Bushman</div><div><img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/230237_1971187450176_1557693587_32167153_6015525_n.jpg" /></div><div>Colors: Black, lime green and champagne. </div><div><br /></div><div><div>I have been to three other weddings where I wasn't officially a bridesmaid, but was asked to wear the colors. These are the honorable mentions...<br />Jenny McIntyre's wedding:</div><div><img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/199260_506989503744_193302710_30015626_7579_n.jpg" /></div><div>colors: pink, black and white</div><div>Jessica's first wedding:</div><div><img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/199784_506989573604_193302710_30015645_4234_n.jpg" /></div><div>Colors: Black, white and red</div><div>Brittney Deem's wedding:</div><div><img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-ash1/v47/18/108/193302710/n193302710_30500797_5990.jpg" /></div><div>Colors: black, light pink and white (sorry deem, I can't remember)</div></div><div><br /></div><div>I love being in weddings. But by the end of the day, I often feel like this..</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/29148_397235189961_542279961_4386064_2103669_n.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Dress I've reworn the most? Ashleigh's...hands down</div><div><img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/189276_662607873284_193302710_36001427_5550917_n.jpg" /><img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2678/186/22/193309969/n193309969_33271043_4390135.jpg" /></div><div>followed closely by Mel's. (I have no photo proof of me wearing this dress outside the wedding, but trust me...I do.) </div><div>Dress never worn again?</div><div>Stephanie's, and Caroline's....Not that there is anything wrong with them...but I just haven't found any use for them outside a wedding. I haven't worn Haley's again, because I'm pretty sure it would be too short now and it was too big to begin with...</div><div><br /></div><div>So there you have it. 9 weddings later and I think I am done for a while...only because all of my close friends have gotten married and I, unless my sister Taylor gets married, don't think I'm at too big of a risk at getting asked to be a bridesmaid anytime soon. I'm in NO rush to get married, but when the time comes, I will be surrounded by all the people who love me as much as I love them! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/41128_418233926694_504846694_5283462_5336030_n.jpg" /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-83673363842896930692011-04-16T09:37:00.000-07:002011-04-16T10:54:39.897-07:00Music of my SoulSo...my lovely little sister, Haley Johnson did a recent post where she posted the first 10 songs that came on her shuffle, and then described what they meant to her. And because I am an avid blog copy cat...I am going to do the same... ahem...<div><br /></div><div>1. Johnny Cash: I love Johnny Cash...mainly because his songs often sound the same and yet I can listen to him for hours. His best album would have to be Live at Folsom Prison...Hands down. He also reminds me of playing music with my dad. Favorite song: Girl from North Country with Bob Dylan, and Cocaine Blues</div><div><img src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/9711807/Johnny+Cash++14.jpg" /><img src="http://www.tomorrowpictures.tv/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/bobcashtv.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>2.Oh Lord...The second band is Iron Maiden. I have recently been introduced to this magical band by a friend at work named Jeremy Smith. I can't really say that I am as crazy a fan of them...like he is. But I do enjoy running to them... And attempting to do the first acoustic cover of When the Wild Wind Blows. Favorite songs: When The Wild Wind Blows and Dance of the Dead</div><div><img src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/4209/Iron+Maiden.gif" /></div><div><br /></div><div>3. Roma Di Luna! One of my all time favorite bands. They always remind me of my sr year in college when I downloaded all of their albums and listened to them almost non-stop for 4 months. They make me proud to be from Minnesota, land of good musicians. Also, when I first saw her sing live...I've never seen anything as magical since. She has the most amazing stage presence and you can't help but stare at her in awe as she belts it! Favorite Songs: The Devil Walks, Inside the Bells and Below our Feet</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5059149002_f47f2d0268.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>4. Vampire Weekend...They make me happy. I like to listen to them while I'm driving on the highway with my windows down. The song "Campus" makes my day.</div><div><img src="http://holycrossadvocate.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Vampire+Weekend.jpg" /></div><div>5. Oh Coldplay...Coldplay has been one of my favorite bands since highschool. I really enjoyed their first two albums. Parachutes and Rush of blood to the Head are their best, in my opinion. Whenever I listen to Rush of blood to the head, I think of the trip we took to Louisiana and I listened to that cd the whole time. Favorite songs: Strawberry Swing, Green Eyes and Clocks </div><div><img src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2008/07/16-22/chris-martin-hannah-montana.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>6. Selena. Selena will forever remind me of Miss Melanie Tidwell-Johnston. Anytime I hear Selena I think of the time(s) we watched Selena and the time(s) we drove to Boise with the windows down BELTING all of her songs! Anything of Seleeeena! Favorite song: Bitty Bitty Bum bum and Barefoot barely breathing (hahahaha, I don't know the real name of that song)</div><div><img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsCuFg0Sb8VXhGsN0YOi81x3F_L_486R2uGJ-ynpItVHSxdR-wwQ&t=1" /></div><div><br /></div><div>7. Regina Spektor. One of the greats. I remember the first time I heard her song "Us" I was hooked. I was determined to learn it on the guitar and sang it non-stop for weeks. She also reminds me of my college times. Favorite songs: Samson and Us</div><div><img src="http://img.listal.com/image/936788/600full-regina-spektor.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>8. Trampled By Turtles...introduced to me by my brother Jonathan Bly. They are a great bluegrass band...on acid?</div><div><img src="http://www.beaconforthetrail.com/tbt_2.jpg" /></div><div>9. Greg Brown. My all-time favorite musician. I could listen to Greg Brown everyday for the rest of my life. He was the first concert I ever went to with my mom, dad and brother. He proved to me that a true musician can sit on a stage with only his guitar and voice and make for a great show. He's the best story teller in his songs and audience banter. He always will remind me of my dad. Favorite songs: Spring Wind, Rexroth's Daughter and his Richard Thompson cover of Vincent Black Lightning.</div><div><img src="http://surlaroute66.free.fr/Images/Photographes/David%20BAERST/Greg%20Brown_1.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>10. A Night in the Box. This one makes my heart hurt because they are no longer a band. I've seen A Night in the Box three times in concert and everytime they have blown my mind. Talk about the highest energy concert I've ever been to. These guys could belt anything out with a banjo, guitar, fiddle and harmonica. Yet another tribute the the greatness of Minnesota music. They were the best and I'm sad they are no more. Favorite Songs: Lie to me, Hustle, Don't Do me Wrong, West Texas, and The Prayer...there are many more.</div><div><img src="http://www.culturebully.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/alexa-jones-a-night-in-the-box-first-avenue.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>11. (woops...more than 10...this is just so fun!) The Shins. If any band can get me in the mood to run, it is this one. The funny thing is, The Shins are not even that fast paced...but they fit my pace almost perfectly. Favorite Songs: Caring is Creepy, New Slang and Turn on Me</div><div><img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b1/The_Shins.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>12. Brandi Carlisle. She has shown me that it is alright to belt and break your voice. She also has the coolest voice of all time and does the coolest covers. She reminds me of college and my dear friends there. Favorite songs: The Story, Walking in the Snow.</div><div><img src="http://www.onlineseats.com/upload/concerts/3310_con_brandi-carlile2.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>13. Mumford and Sons. this is a relatively new band also introduced to me by my brother dear. I ADORE this band. They have a great ability to sing with passion. I have really enjoy them...a lot this last few months. Favorite songs: Awake my Soul, Roll Away Your Stone, and Winter Winds.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXkkW9UI1uyWgqhKCwrorMJUdJxT2ezpcJLQ8BO380c2ZFNrujQaDLo4daN6uaVozBq8dNnsRjZlFsIZcIuH2awBu9rbH3FuDBj8seBT9cEvv2mtZAoR33GThdtGKqKSrlc79yAchY4hpv/s1600/m+s+LLM.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>14. James Taylor...I love James Taylor because I feel like he summed up song writing in an interview I read. People often ask me how I come up with the songs that I write and he said it perfectly. He said that he felt like these songs were in the universe and he was the channel through which they became organized...Totally hippy, but that's how I feel too. These beautiful themes and words are floating around and for some blessed reason, I have been given the gift to put them together. James Taylor also reminds me of my best friend Melanie Tidwell (now Johnston) and that always makes me happy!</div><div><img src="http://blogs.941kqk.com/files/2010/08/JamesTaylor71.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>15. Bob Dylan: One of the greatest. This kind of sounds cliche. But the more that I've been listening to Bobby boy...I really believe that that is true. He wrote SOOO many songs. And I really enjoy covering his music. Favorite Songs: The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carrol, Boots of Spanish Leather and One Too Many Mornings</div><div><img src="http://njnnetwork.com/njn/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/bob_dylan-studio-a.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>16. CAKE. Reminds me of the summer of my Senior year in college. It also reminds me of the wonderful roadtrip we had driving to Boulder from Rexburg to watch them in concert. Best concert EVER! John McCrea can also put on a GREAT show! I loved it...he is also the king of covers. Cake has shown me that if you can take a song and make it your own, people will go...wait...did you write that? or is that a song I've heard before? I'm not really sure! Favorite songs: Jolene and Pentagram at the moment.</div><div><img src="http://www.montrealgazette.com/entertainment/movie-guide/3512372.bin?size=620x400" /></div><div><br /></div><div>so...since I've wasted most of my Saturday morning doing this...I will have to stop there. I do have to say that I skipped over some songs that I didn't have anything to say about. These towards the end have turned out to be more influential artists than anything else. Great times! i love music more than almost anything in this world. It makes sense to me. I feel calm when there is a beat and harmony and inspiring words. Cheesy...but whatever... peace out until next time.</div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-47466080056823678092011-04-03T09:48:00.000-07:002011-04-03T11:29:56.627-07:00Autism Awareness Month...<img src="http://www.buttonsandmore.com/bumper/tn_autismawareness_jpg.jpg" /><br />So, the last few posts have been somewhat negative, therefore, here comes positivity. This month is Autism Awareness Month! As most of you know, I work with children who have autism. And as there are some children who make me want to pull my hair out on a daily basis, there are the ones that make me want to be a mother! I love autism. I love the way they move and speak (or don't speak) I love their eyes. I love what they say when they can't speak. I love their quirks and different stems. I work with my favorite little boy who has figured out how to "favorite" Tarzan videos on my iphone. I work with another little girl, who although looks and acts like Mowgli from The Jungle Book, can play the piano and sing on perfect pitch. <div><br /></div><div>I'm not really sure where my love of autism stems from. I have worked with many different children but my first autistic love is a little boy named Seth. Seth couldn't talk and he really didn't care to be around many people. He was 7 years old when I first met him. And when we first met, we bonded. I don't really know how it happened. But I received great joy and satisfaction from being one of the only staff at day camp that he liked to be around. He'd hold my hand and walk me to the swing set or climb on my lap for tickles or kisses</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2T1UlF-XQl4zyYlHQ_mMSygO7KSNveDUYowhZSG2pFtH3KKQ_vccQIQ57dQJ1B1dkrBKh4KfDHglvlDPbCrJGA9LtIINYKLeOJRxReUoR43QaJSmJc0OWLUV82rQtfC02EwDPjxosYZBp/s400/DSCN0775.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591408982189190114" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hdAJFObmngaWkxC52x6ZlXFZ5edrFQNT5H2K77I6nALdFhHCxDqa1qYCFbO2zFJZz-ualrszPoYkAC-yrCp3sRJDxMmxlDzzwAzed4MCqJTeAjfKPfMSpYNcUvCm6_i2z3wCI11eRv3R/s400/DSCN0783.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591408992697255106" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIjMgNNn5Ickhb4e2fhWIXp9SSNOhHmQGAJ8FB7eydBLu_ar-0qNOl_pJ51TcQCorDUQ_oC2fkcf6laf09utKoey7DqPvEsyD8Cdw4ilPhWrBrxngUATJmZz48aDjfhWgyRKu1PRZg7852/s400/DSCN0805.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591409014380053890" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here is a picture list of my other favorites at my little day camp. I'm not allowed to post pictures of my favorites at work, but just know that I have them! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Evan...One of the smartest kids I ever knew. We played games, talked about politics, worked through issues of him accidentally walking into the women's restroom and having his "worst nightmare come true!!!!!" He had a different obsession every day ranging from the Reeses puff cereal rap, timers, banjo music, fashions, and whatever else it may be. I love this child.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZduUYGMNeokyM_qD04zzTlZuJOiGwSyMQR8VCqAzTC4tyW2oKRbZXpLBYH8Bh_Qs01sfxmDx0yS9DwvsYHIOQvh54LNKuF1i8sy567Ak_SXhrLcNLqZQlbyWOMIGDlXRPGJnKWuyqIBI/s400/DSCN0671.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591417555572378210" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhq6_XrBhkyJ7OyCi3GNL5LFiCLPa2hCU-_rA1KhVoDuzWRlU72y6hGL4bWO8g8kDDGFnnyW2iXU7YC7T4_EY4F4JoqTwz4vHkz1duey2HUsaWUzOjDsKYPm3XQ7eX6Z5lQUUiymHjjce/s400/DSCN0898.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591418425905368130" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Elyssa...One of my all time favorite children. This girl could quote any line from almost any movie. She loved to write stories that were almost identical to Disney stories, except she would substitute in other characters, (usually animals) from other Disney movies. My all time favorite story? Marley and me with Timon and Puma raising Kiara, the worlds worst lioness. I don't know where she got it, but it always entertained me. I worked with Elyssa first in the school district as a sixth grader and we would talk about Harry Potter and any dog movie that was ever made. She asked me one time what my dogs names were and what type of dog they were and to this day, if I ask her what kind of dogs I have, she says, in the same voice as always..."Chloe and Coletrane...Chloe's a rat terrier and Coletrane is a golden retreiver."</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPGgFp3r7GjpYImA2sLhxmamwrWiQNCdo_pmFEA4N_r1Lt6Bj_UyAKGI7lXWVw9rqblqyyslmw3E7U1zNC6v6cJgtwy5IpOT5YlDzu2DQwxrzQN6aw00Fxuhxcu_kiVzNGWf9CPRK83g6/s400/DSCN0856.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591417564273096658" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ana</div><div>Ana has always called me Breckey. One of my favorite memories of Ana has to have been holiday week at summer day camp. She missed Christmas because she was sick, so when she came to camp the next day, (which was Halloween) she kept coming up to me and saying in her little robot voice..."We going to sing Christmas Carols today??? Breckey...it's Christmas today? I want to sing Christmas songs today?" sooo...with a little sneaking around, and a pretend note from Santa Claus, we had a special Christmas hour, sing along time with Ana. It still freaked her out that she missed Christmas, but she was fine once we got to the pool. (How I got a picture of her smiling? I will never know!)</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWwSGESQpmRjufH-fl_GZiV_lF-5LcmTfCsk4n9ZgjxLmjqGZrsKfzLqff4dEjA5qu0CFI0isYcCYG9HLzM-huB-IJlj4AKS8LsJuMYHZZv-NcAGmg6ajfWXcqRzZw94pOsk_dArrmuiMD/s400/DSCN0868.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591417568847409154" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Johnathan...</div><div>This little guy was one of my favorites because not only did he have autism, but he also has Down Syndrome. Which is actually a lot more common than people think, (as will be apparent in my next picture) Jonathan loves singing time with Jenny. He can sing Old Susanna and Yes, Jesus Loves me! I love this kid because it took him 40 minutes to walk to the park with two staff on either side, he couldn't swim in the pool because he would poop on command, and he loved lady bug erasers.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4M8xGlgZPLd_9-0X_JaypsOeVDwMQW04B3Ph2QSN7FcEz8LNHJx7n5_XOZeRdFk4wION2FPkUvD_Tyym5udlrMZ-gI-585fH8Kpzg9JJIAsbPJ-etdoGDkfy4EKj-h9vi5E5ID09dFrJz/s400/DSCN0661.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591417575596950082" /></div><div><br /></div><div>And last but far from least...</div><div><br /></div><div>Alex...</div><div>Alex is also Down Syndrome and Autistic. I love Alex because I have worked with him since he was a sixth grader. Alex is naughty...He kind of reminds me of a sour patch kid. One minute he's sour...the next he's sweet. I could always tell when it was going to be a good day, and when it was going to be a bad day with Alex...Just by asking one question..."Alex, what's my name?" good day answer: "Buh...buh..becky!!"...Bad day answer: "Iiiiii...Don't know." Favorite memory? Alex picking up a piece of goose poop with two sticks and walking up to Haley (my sister and saying) "Haaaayley. Eat Poop." while pushing it to her face.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPi6-n4ZFJ7J9f4xQ8cbiBj9eX_WNT-1I8vZ0Wp-YzhppLL5t5ob_5J56IpW26ZPmoyQ4z-QpHLtj6QVYtIW0uXuxTvRzxyOqXPw7bbbqElcK9yAC0ao4aSg9q5OHTosuU6Liz07kgano7/s400/DSCN0899.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591417582210591970" /></div><div>As the month goes on, I hope people will realize the importance of recognizing Autism. I think people are more aware of it these days, but not so understanding of it yet. These special spirits bring me GREAT joy. :) Happy Autism Month!</div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-9553603722757400492011-03-14T21:23:00.000-07:002011-03-20T20:54:56.900-07:00Biggest Pet Peeve...Alright alright alright....After being accused of only writing three posts in the 5 months that I have had a blog...I write again... This entry will be dedicated to my biggest pet peeves. I feel like I should preface this entry with the statement that, I have a lot of pet peeves. I don't know how long this list will be...and I don't know how accurate it will be. I feel like it will definitely encompass the ones that my family and friends all know and have heard about...and I'll probably throw in a few surprises along the way. These are in no way shape or form in order from biggest to smallest pet peeve. Any pet peeve of mine, is a big pet peeve. My wise brother once told me that I should write a book called, My biggest Pet Peeve...<div><br /></div><div>Pet peeve #1:</div><div>People chewing loudly</div><div><img src="http://clairegamboa.blog.friendster.com/files/monkey-eating.jpg" /></div><div>Now, we've all been there. We've all sat in the library, frantically studying, while Charlie Smith sits next to you, chomping away on an apple, a whole carrot, a stalk of celery, and a pack of gobstoppers to finish off his brain meal. I remember sitting in the library, boring holes into the side of their face as they chewed and chewed and chewed and chewed, oblivious to the fact that I couldn't hear anything else. I know, I know. Some people on here, (mainly my family) will say that I have too sensitive of ears. They will say that I take it too far by moving away from the person I sit next to at the dinner table. They will say that I am being too much of a baby. I will say...try having JOWLSY be the only thing you can hear while trying to write a lit review for a sociology class! </div><div><br /></div><div>Pet Peeve #2</div><div>Movie Talkers/texters.</div><div><img src="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/42-16070641.jpg?size=572&uid=%7BEE029365-4B59-4F47-97C6-79539AF6723E%7D" /></div><div>This seems like a pretty standard pet peeve, so I won't say much about it, except for, I have a GIFT for finding and sitting next to these people in a full theater. I will also say that this pet peeve extends to people who commentate during a movie. "Harry, HARRY! Don't walk on the ice!! You are so stupid...Oh hell, the ice is going to break and he's going to fall in isn't he...does he die here...DOES HE DIE HERE!?" From the words of my dear friend, Sarah Tidwell...SHUT UP. One...He can't hear you...and Two, you sound like a moron being at a Harry Potter movie and not knowing what is going to happen. I'm sorry. The books have been out for YEARS now...there is no excuse to have not read them. (besides illiteracy, that would be a legitimate excuse.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Pet peeve #3:</div><div>Narcissists...otherwise known as Jeff Skibitskey</div><div><img src="http://www.autismprograms.com/images/directors/Jeff_Skibitsky.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Pet Peeve #4</div><div>Hipsters: my definition...People who think they are cooler than they really are...</div><div><img src="http://desedo.com/_wp/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/hipsters.jpg" /></div><div> They talk different than their real voice. They sing different from their actual speaking voice and they dress to make an annoying statement. There is a huge difference between people who are authentic and true to who they are and people who are "legit".</div><div><br /></div><div>Pet Peeve #5</div><div>Injustice</div><div><img src="http://www.fakesteve.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/my-car-being-towed.jpg" /></div><div>I really hate when things aren't fair. I always have. I don't like when the man takes advantage of the little guy. Case and point? My friend being towed in stupid Provo, because we parked at the laundry mat. The initial fee of being towed, $175...add in 35 dollar fee for the actual tow and another $65 for after hours. This all for PARKING IN AN EMPTY LOT. It's unfair to me because, sure there were signs, but none of us are from Provo, or live in Provo. I didn't know that they towed that strictly. It's the same reason why I wouldn't shop at Albertson's in Rexburg. People take advantage of college students and the fact that they have no money and there is nothing you can do about it! It is ridiculous. If you couldn't tell, I'm still pretty bitter about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Pet Peeve #6</div><div>Geese at Silver Lake Park.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoDptG_bKKHKKP6o2WjfCtWm0xNO1vv1XI_weD7EqUh9zPchhrWEE3eyq9QXUIzsJNL02qpJFm_JoYsl81OYKkbLgDsczIv69P7Ts4317pZCx1LUl_IIbCmJVSwufJaCoWbJGTFQ1OI4/s400/P1110041.JPG" /></div><div>I know...I know, I faced my fear of these beasts at Park and Rec day camp. However, they are still obnoxious. They poop everywhere and scavenge for little kids' food like the bullies they are. I hate those jerks. They aren't afraid of anything...and that includes a whole day camp of kids with special needs who AREN'T afraid of the geese.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pet Peeve #7</div><div>People who drive green Subaru Outbacks with ski racks on the top in the left lane 10 miles below the speed limit.</div><div><img src="http://www.carster.com/car-pictures/1998/subaru/outback/1998-Subaru-Outback-150482084920-1-l.jpg" /></div><div>When I am stuck behind a car in the left lane...it is almost always inevitably a forest green subaru outback. I say almost always because sometimes it is white...but whatever color it is...it is always slow and always causes me anger.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pet Peeve #8</div><div>having to get a new phone because something disastrous has happened to my old one</div><div>Disaster #1: Phone stolen by a child I worked with at school.</div><div><img src="http://mobilesmug.com/images/articles/how_to/lost-stolen-phone.jpg" /></div><div>Disaster #2: phone dropped in the toilet</div><div><img src="http://blog.geekaphone.com/files/2011/02/Blackberry-oh-no-791794.jpg" /></div><div>Disaster# 3: phone broken in half after dropping it in a parking lot</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIE464pblO34ul0FeizhpNUtZMdG60EMrVQ9lpCQb_vpg8ecjaUxBFCh5M234EdqJIbaYCtDW2ws5W_9Ns5X46EJRFMqGT-C3s-GZkhaCl9H261g0YlE4533lOMuSbXhtyw3GGTmCVgrSI/s1600/RIP+phone.jpg" /></div><div>Disaster #4: Phone sliding off the couch into a glass of water on the floor.</div><div><img src="http://us.cdn2.123rf.com/168nwm/simondayton/simondayton0906/simondayton090600013.jpg" /></div><div>Disaster #5: iPhone falling out of my sweatshirt pocket while in a full on sprint, therefore shattering the screen</div><div><img src="http://www.pcandcellularrepair.com/HOMEPAGE%20IMAGES/shattered_iphone.jpg" /></div><div>Disaster #6: Cracking the new screen just enough on my iphone so that it wouldn't work, therefore forcing me to get a new one</div><div><img src="http://www.macmedics.com/images/broken-iphone.jpg" /></div><div>as you can see...I am one who has bad luck with phones...I now have the most protection anyone could ever have on a phone...</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm racking my brain trying to think of other pet peeves I might have. I'm sure there are plenty that my family can attest to, however due to the fact that i don't want think of any other ones, people can just add some they might think of! :) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-28371014807264434352011-03-08T16:31:00.001-08:002011-03-08T17:04:53.461-08:00Fat TuesdayWell, today surely does feel like a Fat Tuesday. I just ate a big bowl of Red Beans and Rice that my lovely little sister Haley made on Sunday. Whew...I feel like my guts are going to split. Other than that? Today has been a pretty crappy day. Why, you may ask? I will tell you. The first reason is that it snowed last night. I know, I know, it's March. It still snows in March. I don't care. I'm done with snow and crappy drivers that drive like poop because of the snow.<br /><div><img src="http://turbo.inquisitr.com/wp-content/2010/12/safe-snow-shoveling.jpg" /> </div><div>Reason #2 why today=crap? I am sick. I am sick again. I have BEEN sick since December...pretty regularly, and I blame a man...nay, a zombie at work who has had walking pneumonia for SEVERAL weeks and refuses to call in. He comes to work, zombie-shuffling around, whooping and coughing and snotting all over the place. Picture a long haired, bearded, sniffling zombie and you would have my co-worker. It is frustrating to say the least. </div><div><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3031/2995126167_592f3de34d.jpg" /></div><div> Reason #3 why today sucks? It just does. this is a picture list of things that could only make my day worse...I feel if I do this, maybe it will make me realize that today isn't SO bad.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>two reasons for this picture...there's a bird on his head and it pooped..</div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/files/original/bad-hair-day.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>he's digging into a septic tank...that would be worse than my day...</div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIBudx64rAy8Pp7jC4oyilHcJQlBD3zbq3AzuEi46n4fpYRQ6VYxe1FLLjTlX95XmTSAZ-kqXzlMx9yCkUb1cEaXwqP54QsYflZetday3pUZxOITptXnqdLFTNqhYHU3i1w7IhgM4wnRas/s1600/bad+day.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I know this isn't a real picture...but I'm pretty sure that getting jumped by a shark would equate to a bad day.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://www.hotfunnyclub.com/swf/badday.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>A black hole in the midwest would definitely make today worse...</div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://www.cogsci.indiana.edu/farg/rehling/bad-day.gif" /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>stepping on a snail while running would definitely make for a bad day...</div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://rookery.s3.amazonaws.com/1144500/1144914_19d4_625x1000.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>And last...but NOT least...</div><div><div>I cringe to even post this picture, but if I've told you once, I've told you all a thousand times: If birds spontaneously drop dead from the sky, I will not leave my house, I will not help in the aide to clean them up, and I will not go to work until they and their little feathers are disposed of properly (which means they are completely out of sight). Someone, (preferably not my zombie co-worker,) would have to pick me up and drive me to work and then be privy to me curled up in the fetal position with my hands over my ears, while I hum, "I am a child of god" with my eyes closed. This would be the ultimate bad day.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://img2.allvoices.com/thumbs/event/609/480/69803723-dead-birds.jpg" /></div><div><div>This list has definitely given me some insight to what I consider a bad day...the fact that two of them contain birds, shows me that I have a serious phobia. All in all, it's still a bad day, but I am willing to believe that tomorrow can only get more beautiful. (as long as birds don't fall from the sky)</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-18583058284451329092011-01-09T10:01:00.000-08:002011-01-09T11:38:51.173-08:00Spring, Oh Spring, Wherefore art thou Spring??<span class="Apple-style-span" ><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="http://www.phototravelpages.com/wallpapers/spring-2-1024.jpg" /></span></div>Anyone else feel like it should be spring? I am counting...literally counting the days until this cold weather is done! I am listening, at this very minute to The Decemberists new album called The King is Dead and this song is on right now, called January's Hymn. These are the lyrics</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">On a winter Sunday I go</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">To clear away the snow</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">And green the ground below</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">April all an ocean away</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Is this the better way to spend the day?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Keeping the winter at bay</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Boy oh boy...I sure am sick of January. It's only the 9th, but I always feel like January is the longest LONGEST month of the year. This is how I feel about the weather outside...(the lady on the left)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "><img src="http://cache4.asset-cache.net/xc/50566535.jpg?v=1&c=IWSAsset&k=2&d=E41C9FE5C4AA0A14ED8B68A5136BB21CD444597E042B70A5116664D6F9A0E96DB01E70F2B3269972" /></span> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">I always feel somewhat lonely in January. I wonder if this is the way most people feel, or if it's just because I've lived up to what I was most looking forward to for two months. This could be the flip side to why I shouldn't celebrate Christmas for 2 months before it happens. After the season is over, then I'm left as everyone goes back home to their regular lives. It's very odd. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This Christmas, however, was an amazing one. I love my family SO much. It was very simple, and not filled with mindless gifts and surprises. It was filled with each other and happy memories. December 28th, I went through the temple for the first time. It was amazing...everything I expected it to be. It was just so wonderful...Everything happened at once, and now it's all sort of over...Stupid January. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I think I need to find something to look forward to now. Maybe I'll plan a trip home or something so I can have something to plan and be super excited about. Or, I have a better idea, how about I be super excited about the life I'm in right now?? Hmmmm...that sounds like a greeeaaaat idea; however, it's easier to be happy in life right now, when I have an exciting event to look forward to. Anyone else with me on this one? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">I am going to make a list of the places that I could go right now...people make lists at the beginning of the year right? Maybe I'll make a list of things that I want to do this year...however absurd they might be...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">1. I want to train for and run a half marathon...eventually leading into a full marathon... 26.2 miles? No big deal, right? If I write it on here, then I am more likely to do it...hopefully!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "><img src="http://www.rubios.com/images/community/community_slc_marathon.gif" /></span></span><img src="http://www.homeaway.com/webdav/site/ha/shared/seo/section-list-icons/Travel%20Idea%20Article%20Images/Marathon_XSmall.jpg" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "></span>2. Record another cd, and start playing in more places...this would require a few more songs on my part...I suppose that I should get writing...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.ivmmusic.com/images/main_photo.jpg" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">3. Do a session in all of the temples in Utah:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">St. George:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "></span></span></span><img src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/stgeorge/images/saint-george-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="St George Utah Mormon Temple" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Logan:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/logan/images/logan-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="Logan Utah Mormon Temple" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Manti:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/manti/images/manti-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="Manti Utah Mormon Temple" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Vernal:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/vernal/images/vernal-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="Vernal Utah Mormon Temple" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Monticello:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/monticello/images/monticello-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="Monticello Utah Mormon Temple" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Ogden:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/ogden/images/ogden-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="Ogden Utah Mormon Temple" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Bountiful:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/bountiful/images/bountiful-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="Bountiful Utah Mormon Temple" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Salt Lake City:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/saltlake/images/salt-lake-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="Salt Lake Mormon Temple" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Jordan River:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/jordanriver/images/jordan-river-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="Jordan River Utah Mormon Temple" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Oquirrh Mountain (done):</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/oquirrhmountain/images/oquirrh-mountain-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="Oquirrh Mountain Utah Mormon Temple" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Draper (done):</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/draper/images/draper-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="Draper Utah Mormon Temple" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Mount Timpanogos:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/mounttimpanogos/images/mount-timpanogos-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="Mount Timpanogos Utah Mormon Temple" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">Provo (done):</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/provo/images/provo-mormon-temple.jpg" alt="Provo Utah Mormon Temple" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">4. Go on a trip. Either home, or somewhere fun and exotic. I would love to go to a different country, but I'm not sure when that could possibly happen this year! </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><img src="http://www.bgsu.edu/departments/greal/llc/eslwq/roadtrip/images/RoadTrip.jpg" /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">5. Become financially secure...this does not mean have lots of money, it means be out of debt and have a pretty good savings. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; ">These five things, I believe are things things that I can look forward to and feel excited about this year...mostly the marathon...how fun would THAT one be to tell people about...yeah...I just ran a marathon...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "><br /></span></span></span></div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-16622199548518872882010-12-14T16:42:00.001-08:002010-12-14T18:03:13.082-08:00What I want for Christmas...What I want for Christmas is this...<div><br /><div><img src="http://www.ksl.com/emedia/c/219/21956/2195664.jpg?filter=ksl/gallery1" /></div><div><div>If I had this dog, I would name him Charlie...That's all I have to say about that...ps...he's only 75 dollars and he's a border collie mix...I love border collies....and dogs.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>I have decided that when my dearest friend, Jessica, gets married, I want to move into an apartment/house where I am allowed to have a dog. I think this characteristic of animal loving, has come from a very young age. I have always loved animals, but mostly, I have always been in love with the K-9 species. When I was a kid, I use to go to the park and make Ashleigh ask people if we could pet their dog...</div><div><br /></div><div> There is something about a dog. When you come home, they act like you are the most important thing that they have seen in their entire life. They never expect anything from you...still love you when you don't treat them the best and are the first ones to be at your side when you're having a bad day. And when you have to put them down, or when they die...it's almost worst than when a family member dies. I think I am at the most perfect place in my life to own a little guy of my own.</div></div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-58207645552150877492010-12-12T15:05:00.000-08:002010-12-12T15:56:05.455-08:00Brittany's going through the temple!!!That is right, I, Brittany Bly am going through the Draper temple on December 28th at 5:30 pm.<div> I cannot express the joy and happiness that is in my heart right now. I really feel like I am on the right path for my life. I have never felt so positive and happy and down right good about myself. I feel confident and beautiful and ready to take on the world. I know that these thoughts of joy and peace are directly related to the fact that I am taking this giant step in my eternal growth as a person, and cannot even begin to express my thanks and gratitude to my Heavenly Father. I also have to express my gratitude to my parents and siblings. Most especially my sister Haley. She has been a real rock to me since I moved to Utah and has really helped to me to realize the beauty in the temple. I have been in the process of making this decision for quite a while and I know that it is the right one. As she has already been through the temple, it is great to get advice and reassurance from her.</div><div> <img src="http://www.ldsphilanthropies.org/temple/images/draper-temple-1.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>I just have to say how wonderful this weekend was. My good friend Tiffanee Rogers, who has just moved to Utah has been staying with me while she finds a job and a place to live. Yesterday, we drove up to Salt Lake, (I kept saying, 'lets drive up to the cities', which those of you from Rochester will find entertainment in) walked around Temple Square, and then went to dinner at the Gateway mall. We then walked back to Temple Square and sat outside the Temple as a newly wed couple came out. The looks on their faces were pricelessly beautiful. They looked so happy and so at peace. An even better site was when a family who had just been sealed walked through the doors. A couple with two small boys, all dressed in white, looked almost even more beautiful as they looked at each other with this glow of eternity in their faces. I know that sounds REALLY corny, but there is no other way to describe how the family looked. To know that they will all be sealed together, forever, makes me very excited for the day when I will be able to make those covenants with the person who chooses to fall in love with me. It was a beautiful day, to say the least. </div><div> <img src="http://ldspictures.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/350px-slc_temple_east_side_night.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>After we watched the couples, Tiff and I went to the visitor's center and watched the movie, "Joy to the World". It really brought the real meaning of Christmas into my heart. It made me realize all that the Savior really stands for: peace, love, hope, forgiveness, charity and joy. It made me very happy to feel and understand the beautiful world that we live in. After this, we rushed to the Joseph Smith building where we watched the Joseph Smith movie. I have seen this movie before, but I just want to express right here, my testimony that he was a true prophet of God. That he did, indeed, see God the father and Jesus Christ. I really believe this. I believe that he restored the gospel on this earth, and that because of him, we have the fullness of truth today. I love this gospel and I am so grateful for it in my life. I can attribute everything I am to three sources, my parents, my loving friends (both Mormon and not), and the gospel of Jesus Christ. </div><div>I also was reminded of my favorite temple after watching the Joseph Smith movie, and that is the Nauvoo temple. I have always had a special place in my heart for the Nauvoo temple and this may be due to the fact that Nauvoo is the first place where I really felt like I gained my testimony of the church. When they decided to rebuild the temple, I remember feeling SOOO excited about it and thinking...that is where I want to get married. Everyone always wants to get married in Salt Lake, or wherever is most convenient to where their family is, but I have decided that, now that I am grown, Nauvoo is the place where I will be getting married. The temple is gorgeous and I just think it would be so simple and beautiful and exactly how I would want things to be. </div><div> <img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/24/63823622_dbf48e6fac.jpg" /></div><div>I told my mom that when I get married, I just want everyone to camp at the state campground where we use to camp as a family on memorial weekend. She paused then started laughing. I said, 'Mom, why are you laughing? I am serious, I really want to get married there.' She said, 'I'm not laughing that you want to get married in Nauvoo, I'm laughing because we are not getting ready for your wedding day at the camp ground bathrooms...I'm sorry, but no.'</div><div> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguI8cvMTMaFVo98oJyMD0Ajdw7_v5SE-1oRZbvJYD2eEmY2tA2zs-HN9PP8EruaF87QQSA9xjw4_TW_gauAC3Fwb3r_ynMwc_iE8LFxqz37rDotSXNE_uQ2L3teXIalPJs3bn1Q_BKLC2G/s320/DSCN0418.JPG" /></div><div>This is generally what the campground looks like when we camp...</div><div> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7KqRLk6nz7yZ31B7TSCjHBrgywpawNOcslbxwunqgQd4aZc3HHmvh_cQWle9u7s6rkT3v5XlIrJ-MITt5F1nTvTx5UYBaeAvdmuj3k3GJUUrDfVTGSevvx3XVq6SGiciy_lz304X0zuQT/s320/DSCN0432.JPG" /></div><div>....and this is generally how my mom looks/feels when we camp: amused, wet and cold...although her makeup and hair are always FLAWLESS.</div><div><br /></div><div>All I have to say is, I feel so full of love right now. I feel like my heart might burst and spread this joy and happiness that I feel everywhere. Happy Christmas to everyone! </div><div><img src="http://lds.org/bc/content/church/news/images/ne-christmas-lights-lrg-2010-10-29.jpg" /></div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-73866662386145235252010-11-14T17:37:00.000-08:002010-11-14T19:29:06.124-08:00Introducing: My New Love.<div>So, because of my building excitement for Christmas, I attempted to watch 'It's a Wonderful Life' on Netflix instant queue. I found myself sorely disappointed when it was not on the instant queue, quickly added it to my dvd queue and proceeded to search for other movies featuring Jimmy Stewart. It started with one that I watched in my high school AP government class, the classic, 'Mr. Smith Goes to Washington'.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://trueclassics.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/mr-smith-goes-to-washington.jpg" /></div><div>I totally forgot how inspiring THAT movie was. The uplifting beautiful lesson of this film? One insignificant, ordinary yet honest man can make a difference in this corrupt world when he (or she, I suppose) stands up for the right thing. </div><div>I then ventured onto one that I have never seen or heard of before called, 'You Can't Take it With You'. This is a great film featuring, not only the great James Stewart, but also the wonderful leading lady who also starred alongside him in 'Mr. Smith Goes to Washington', Jean Arthur.</div><div><img src="http://1morefilmblog.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/yctiwy3.jpg" /></div><div>This was a genius little movie where, Stewart, from a rich family, falls in love with his secretary (Arthur) who is from a quirky odd-ball family. The theme of this story is that, no matter how much money a person may have in this world, it does not buy happiness, or love. Great theme, don't you think? It is not only a cute little love story, but also very entertaining.</div><div><br /></div><div>After watching these movies back to back, and needing more of my love (Jimmy) I decided to skip the Netflix queue altogether and just buy 'It's a Wonderful Life'....I hate to break this to everyone, but a new obsession has been born and his name is, Jimmy Stewart. That's right. I have decided that I was born in the wrong era! I remember hearing about him being an amazing actor, but seriously, I don't think I have ever seen a more honest-to-what-life-is-really-like actor ever! Not only is he super charismatic, he is beautiful AND believable! Does anyone NOT believe that George Bailey is TRULY in love with Mary Hatch? I don't think so...</div><div><img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kygwflEMbD1qakgvbo1_500.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Will anyone NOT believe that I am in love with him and no other man will do? I don't think so.</div><div>After watching all of these movies, and a few more NOT with Jimmy Stewart, I decided that I really should have been born in the 30's/40's. They really REALLY knew how to make movies back then. They couldn't just throw in a bunch of high tech special effects or CGI's. They had to rely, pretty much solely, on the talent of the actors and actresses. I guess I always thought films from this era were stiff and sort of boring. I have found the contrary to be true! I think there is more wit and irony in these films then most movies I watch today. The plot lines are more interesting, the acting is more clever and the underlying themes of the stories are more brilliant. </div><img src="http://s11.allstarpics.net/images/orig/1/w/1w8eozxciv75oex1.jpg" alt="James Stewart" /><div> So, basically, the conclusion of this post is this: I have decided that until a witty, down to earth, lanky, soft spoken, and lovable man walks into my life...I am going to stick with loving Jimmy Stewart and the men of the 40's films. :)<br /><div><img src="http://s11.lucyphotos.com/images/orig/0/x/0xwdbw8vsc1zz1v.jpg" alt="Jimmy Stewart" /><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3714120535692459208.post-16634569058328713432010-11-10T18:36:00.000-08:002010-11-10T22:36:29.503-08:00It's A Wonderful Life.Let me just say that, although I still have a running obsession with Harry Potter at present...there is one thing that has pulled me momentarily from the whirlwind that is the world of JK Rowling.<div><br /></div><div><img src="http://feelhomeimprovement.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/christmas-tree-living-room.jpg" /></div><div><br /><div>Last night, I went to my sister Haley's house for dinner and as I entered the apartment, Amy Grant's Christmas CD was playing in the living room! This totally set my mood and was further encouraged when Jessica came into the house from work and said..."hey, just so you know, they are playing Christmas music on the 106.5." I, realizing that she does not like Christmas in general, let alone anytime before Thanksgiving, thanked her graciously and promptly turned my radio to the above-mentioned station this morning. Little snowflakes dusted my windshield as I drove happily to work listening to "I'll be home for Christmas", and a jazzy rendition of "The Little Drummer Boy". I could literally feel the Christmas spirit flowing through my veins as I pulled into the parking lot, climbed out of my car and entered the building. We had corporate lunch today so one of my coworkers brought in cans of coke and diet coke...I can always tell when it is getting close to Christmas, because the cans are festively decorated with Santa and snowflakes! This just furthered my excitement for the Holiday that is Christmas.</div><div><img src="http://www.popandroll.com/coke-art/Coca-Cola-Art_Christmas_Santa12.jpg" /></div><div>After getting off early from work, and getting a decent paycheck (finally) today. I decided to get my oil changed for the first time since moving here. I dropped my car off at the back of Walmart and quipped with the information that this oil change was going to take more than an hour to complete, I started my rounds through the store. I perused the shoes, clothes and electronics and, finding nothing, finally made my way over to the Christmas aisle. Like a moth to the light, excitement filled my every fiber as the louder-than-it-needed-to-be, but loud-enough-for-me-to-get-giddy Christmas music filled the designated Christmas area. Trees were lit, fake poinsettia's laid out, lights, ornaments, and wreaths as far as the eye could see (or as far as the section went). It was a beautiful sight to see, marvelous to behold (Harry Potter Reference...)</div><div><img src="http://www.whatsonxiamen.com/wine_images/67133103.jpg" /></div><div> I bought a couple pine scented candles to fill our apartment with some Christmas cheer. </div><div><img src="http://www.mainemade.com/images/profiles/pine_tree_candle/v_image_more.jpg" /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Some people might say that this behavior is overlooking the beloved holiday of Thanksgiving during this time of year. I say...what the hell? If getting too excited over a holiday that brings people closer together, and makes people think of others more than their selves, then what does it matter? Why NOT celebrate it for two months. Getting excited for Christmas early doesn't make me appreciate Thanksgiving any less. If watching Christmas movies on the 10th of November makes me ridiculous than, so be it! I love the holiday season. I love it because I think of my family and I think of people who make me happy. All I want to do from November 1st until January 1st is be happy and be with the people who I love more than anything in this world. </div><div>If there is one thing that I have learned since moving to Utah, it is that it doesn't matter how much money you have; it doesn't matter how many things you have if you don't have people in your life who you would do anything for! I don't even know if this is making any sense, but I have just been so blessed these past few months with people in my life who have made it worth living. I have literally been flat broke since I moved here. I don't say this to evoke sympathy, or to say...poor me, but I do it to say that I have learned SOOO much from this experience. I have learned that you can literally have dirt in your pocket and choose to either feel sorry for yourself or choose to be happy. I have chosen to be happy and be grateful for what I do have. I am so grateful for my mom and dad and for their support and their faith in me. I'm a freaking nomad and have been since I graduated from college, and I'm sure that it can't be that easy to have faith in that; I am prepared to accept the title of being the tumbleweed of the Bly family.</div><div><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs031.snc4/33916_10150276589760068_530930067_15113876_5466642_n.jpg" /></div><div> I am also so grateful for my brothers and sisters and for the love and encouragement that they give me every single day. I am grateful for God and for my faith in Jesus Christ and for the joy that that knowledge brings me every second. I know that I can return to live with my father in Heaven and what more could I need! Honestly, isn't that what Christmas is celebrating? The birth of Christ, who has made it possible for us to return to heaven?</div><div><img src="http://www.vanillajoy.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/simon-dewey-his-name-shall-be-called.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>So...to close, when you see me smiling these days, I hope you know that these are the thoughts that are running through my head! And as Harry Potter would say, Happy Christmas everyone!</div></div><div><img src="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080619200906/harrypotter/images/1/1d/Christmas_1992.jpg" /></div>Brittanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09101498161593253838noreply@blogger.com1