<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689</id><updated>2011-09-03T14:03:26.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breann Nicole  Est. 04/26/1990</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello fellow bloggers and goofballs alike, my name is Breann Nicole Perkins. Welcome to my blog, a place where my random, awkward and sometimes psychotic thoughts spill on to the screen like word vomit... you can't stop it so why not just embrace it! Enjoy or leave the site immediately.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-4972370625704645739</id><published>2011-09-03T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T14:03:26.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Frustrations</title><content type='html'>Life has it's little frustrations; smiling at a stranger only to have them look at you like you're crazy, trying to merge onto the freeway but no one lets you in, asking simple questions in an effort to make conversation with a person but only getting single syllable answers. These things really piss me off and rather that scream and swear at the people who preform these acts of rudeness I just thought I used the internet as a way to vent. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, well that feels better. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-4972370625704645739?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/4972370625704645739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=4972370625704645739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/4972370625704645739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/4972370625704645739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-frustrations.html' title='Little Frustrations'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-1634450918008221098</id><published>2011-08-05T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:10:55.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Selfish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's strange the changes we make as we grow older and mature into the people that we are meant to become. We have pit falls, we make mistakes, and we face things that we are positive we will never get through or recover from. We are presented with a number of paths to take and often aren't sure which one is the best. The challenges that arise in life come for each person at different times, seeing as how I'm 21, a junior college graduate, and about to make some very significant changes in my own young life. I seem to be facing such challenges, ie; where do i go from here? Do i want to go back to school? And what do I want to go back for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;It can be overwhelming trying to figure out my life, trying to maybe catch a glimpse of the future. I worry and wonder if the decisions I'm making in my day to day life are the right ones for me or for others. If you think about it thats a heck of a lot of pressure for a "kid" ( which is what I am to everyone I work with...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;And then it dawns on me... in the eyes of my family, my friends, and society in general I'm a freaking infant! And I don't have to have all of the answers right now I just have to know that I'm doing what's good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;One of my very favorite people in the world once told to be selfish, because this will be the only time in my life that I will ever get the chance to just care about ME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-1634450918008221098?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/1634450918008221098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=1634450918008221098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/1634450918008221098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/1634450918008221098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-selfish.html' title='I&apos;m Selfish!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-7732888750914561340</id><published>2011-06-28T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T06:02:53.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week One Down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well friends I have actually done it! I, Breann Nicole Perkins have successfully completed my first week as an official CNA. For those who are not familiar with this particular abbreviation it stands for Certified Nursing Assistant. My job basically consists of being ordered around by and doing everything RN's do not want to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I.E. bathing, changing, dressing, feeding, and all around taking care of people who need a little extra help. While some (including myself for a period of time) would consider this a demeaning, disgusting, or all around just awkward profession...I will say " Shame on you...and me ". I am being completely honest when I say that while I was incredibly excited that got the job I was scared out of mind that I would hate it! But i must say I have never enjoyed anything more, yes my job is hard and exhausting but it's fun and rewarding. I like  knowing that in some small way I'm making someones day a little brighter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Break for an experience from 06/26:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last night while assisting  a resident in preparing for bed, I was asked to take off her anti-embolic stockings ( socks that help prevent further swelling of  already swollen legs. keeping individual from having dangerous blood clots form.). After removing them I noticed how tight and painfully swollen her feet and ankles were. So I offered her a foot massage for comfort. I have never seen anyone so happy. She thanked me profusely and said she'd never had one before, she then claimed to have become converted to "the foot massage revolution!" It was a nice feeling knowing I helped in that small way:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So to wrap up, I LOVE my new job. Not only is the facility wonderful, but my coworkers are great as are the residents. Each day is a new adventure and a new learning experience that I am truly grateful to be part of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-7732888750914561340?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7732888750914561340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=7732888750914561340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/7732888750914561340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/7732888750914561340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2011/06/week-one-down.html' title='Week One Down!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-2137447216684061390</id><published>2011-06-22T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T04:20:09.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Couldn't sleep. So it was either this or knitting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ok it's 4:13 in the morning and I ( unfortunately) am still awake. You would think after an exhausting 8hr shift I would be ready to crash. And heres the crazy thing, I totally am I just have a billion and 4 things running through my mind. I just need to shut it down... so here's the question I'm posing this evening, night, morning...? When your mind won't turn off and allow you to sleep what do YOU do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh and PS for those of you who are wondering where and and why I would be working an 8hr shift I was recently hired as a full time CNA for a healthcare facility in North Phoenix. And believe me when i tell you that my job is EXHAUSTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-2137447216684061390?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2137447216684061390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=2137447216684061390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/2137447216684061390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/2137447216684061390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-couldnt-sleep-so-it-was-either-this.html' title='I Couldn&apos;t sleep. So it was either this or knitting...'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-6473087810872797899</id><published>2010-06-29T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:14:48.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinical Adventures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ok so I haven't said much or anything at all about CNA clinicals... up until today I haven't wanted to, to be perfectly honest. I really, really, REALLY hate them as it turns out... Im sorry but it takes an incredibly special person to be able to work in a nursing home, nursing center, or hospice type facility. And come to find out, I am not that person. It's not that I don't like helping the residents, I do, most of them are pretty cool. it just makes me beyond sad, oh and nursing homes kind of suck. A smarter idea would be to get trained and take care of your loved ones at home...just my opinion sense actually working at one for 3 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Anyway I have something exciting to share (well exciting to me Iguess)!!! Today we got to have clinicals at the hospital! Now many of you might not care, but I was shocked that we got to go to the hospital because I was unaware that CNA's were able to work in hospitals. But they are, so i was so looking forward to today and as it turns outs I had good reason to be. Not only was it a huge learnig experience but I found out that as a CNA I can work in OB!! Thats rigth I can work in the maternity ward...and if you know me you know thats a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; deal :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I spent 2 hours in OB today and I know forsure that I have to become a labor and delivery nurse. I actually got to help admit 2 pregnant women today, it was very exciting and educational! Just thought I would say my good new minute ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-6473087810872797899?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/6473087810872797899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=6473087810872797899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/6473087810872797899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/6473087810872797899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2010/06/clinical-adventures.html' title='Clinical Adventures!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-7627193561431582942</id><published>2010-05-31T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:06:50.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little inspiration from Colbie Caillat...Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow... it's been awhile, a long while sense I've been on here. But I was up and had the strangest urge to blog it out. And I will more than likely get asked a million questions about this specific entry, so for those who might actually read this... do me a favor and DON'T read INTO it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like I said I was up, which is normal for me. But I'm listening to a song by Colbie Caillat and Jason Maraz ( for those who haven't listened to them, get from under your rock and get on google!) called "Lucky". The song is about being in love with your best friend, and how lucky to be that person who is in love with their best friend and all the great things go along with being in love with your best friend. And it dawned on me... What would it be like to be in love with your best friend? Now I know every married person that reads this is going to say, " Well Bre it's great, i mean I am in love with my best...I married my best friend!" And thats all well and great, but it's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about that one person who has been your friend sense birth, the one you played with when you were 5, the one you went to high school with, the one can sit in silence with and feel perfectly normal with or totally crazy...whatever the occasion! That is the Best Friend I'm referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most of you now that I have moved yet again... this time to Thatcher, AZ to go to school at EAC. Being that I'm here in yet ANOTHER small town, everyone knows each other including all my church leaders. Well today was my first Sunday at the singles ward down here and all the Bishops spoke in our combined Relief Society/Priesthood meeting ( there are 4 singles wards, but in the summer we all meet together). And wouldn't you know it the topic of choice for all 4 Bishops that spoke was....&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;MARRIAGE&lt;/span&gt;!!! If that's not an obvious smack to all us single people... just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yes the topic was marriage but along the lines of always keeping an eye out for the kind of person we want to spend eternity with. Which of course got me thinking about the list I had to make as a beehive talking about all the "qualities" I want in my future husband. I would share it, but I want to hold on to my dignity for just a little bit longer. So while I was pondering that ridiculous list, the Bishop of the 3rd ward got up to speak. And this is where the song reference comes in, he married is honest to goodness best friend! They knew each other as children, dated in high school and were married after his mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS! How simple, yet complex, how beautiful yet messy! I mean you have to think that marrying your very best friend would be crazy amazing...the one person in the world who already knows your secrets before you tell them, who has seen the bad and ugly WAY before they see the good and beautiful. The one person who knows you inside and out, upside down and right side up. The one you shared gummy bears and crayons with before hugs and kisses. How...&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;magical&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can understand why this song led my to pose this question... What would it be like to be in love with you best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;I think I pretty much envy those peopl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;who are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt; lucky enough to marry their honest to goodness best friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/TANpdQcW_BI/AAAAAAAAASI/WY7Ivue_n8A/s1600/kids+kissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477337523163692050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/TANpdQcW_BI/AAAAAAAAASI/WY7Ivue_n8A/s400/kids+kissing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-7627193561431582942?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7627193561431582942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=7627193561431582942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/7627193561431582942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/7627193561431582942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-inspiration-from-colbie.html' title='A little inspiration from Colbie Caillat...Lucky'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/TANpdQcW_BI/AAAAAAAAASI/WY7Ivue_n8A/s72-c/kids+kissing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-1546649085478702944</id><published>2009-06-20T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:43:59.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So have been a total slacker on this blog, and for those who actually care about my pathetic life and dont' fall asleep while reading it ( which can't be many of you...because I fall asleep just thinking about my life:( ) I apologize! So here are some highlights over the last month...I Went to AZ!! And oh my goodness it was awsome, Catleyn graduated ( who would have guessed that would happen :) JK Cate, I know you could do it!), Darce turned 16, and I got to see my entire psycho family(I also got to see Andy and his adorable girlfriend!) ! It was great... pictures anyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3RrsP_4kI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-c-ffYigcO0/s1600-h/IMG_7186.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349662480928858690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3RrsP_4kI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-c-ffYigcO0/s200/IMG_7186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3RrNYo7mI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fBD8MJszsEI/s1600-h/IMG_7189.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349662472643604066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3RrNYo7mI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fBD8MJszsEI/s200/IMG_7189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3RsNKwH7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/_oLOEbUdO9s/s1600-h/IMG_7185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349662489765224370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3RsNKwH7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/_oLOEbUdO9s/s200/IMG_7185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3Twxa7poI/AAAAAAAAAQs/QEkp-npT7Gw/s1600-h/IMG_7188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349664767239497346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3Twxa7poI/AAAAAAAAAQs/QEkp-npT7Gw/s200/IMG_7188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3TxPJ9aAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2fBhJZvDmo8/s1600-h/IMG_7190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349664775221372930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3TxPJ9aAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2fBhJZvDmo8/s200/IMG_7190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3VI7C_CRI/AAAAAAAAARE/S-kBACtZGt4/s1600-h/IMG_7203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349666281651898642" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3VI7C_CRI/AAAAAAAAARE/S-kBACtZGt4/s200/IMG_7203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This Andy and Cam is girlfriend! She's Awsome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349667303411920802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3WEZZjr6I/AAAAAAAAARM/DKXyiu2hfRk/s320/IMG_7204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-1546649085478702944?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/1546649085478702944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=1546649085478702944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/1546649085478702944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/1546649085478702944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-have-been-total-slacker-on-this-blog.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sj3RrsP_4kI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-c-ffYigcO0/s72-c/IMG_7186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-7831010605524682179</id><published>2009-06-07T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:07:15.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-7831010605524682179?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7831010605524682179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=7831010605524682179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/7831010605524682179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/7831010605524682179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-to-templetheyre-guna-get-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-4439702205803539760</id><published>2009-05-10T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:35:39.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know I'm like 3 weeks late, but resently I celebrated my birthday!! Boy was it fun... me, Heidi, Ashleigh, Michelle (Jakes girlfriend), Jacob, and Camilla all went out to Big Juds!! Holy Crap it was good:)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334233586642761842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SgcBL2DMuHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/nUjyKajyEp0/s400/IMG_7110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334233593528554786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SgcBMPs5lSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rYoobHFkPGo/s400/IMG_7108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334233595709586066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SgcBMX05epI/AAAAAAAAAPc/H8WhB7gzR8k/s400/IMG_7112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334233598255999234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SgcBMhUAqQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/M6_jJKRQhlg/s400/IMG_7122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334234063651212242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SgcBnnC4C9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/GiIo7dJKkMk/s400/IMG_7117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On my birthday- birthday I havd a fabolous time with Jeff, Kristi, Jacob, and all the Girls!! They made it such a wonderful day for me!! And thank you to everyone who sent warm wishes, cards, flowers ( dad and Kim) and gift cards! ( mom and Brock!! I had great time and it was all because of you! I love you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-4439702205803539760?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/4439702205803539760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=4439702205803539760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/4439702205803539760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/4439702205803539760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SgcBL2DMuHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/nUjyKajyEp0/s72-c/IMG_7110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-4722976098735846749</id><published>2009-03-16T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:17:07.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So like almost a month ago I got my hair trimed and my bangs cut...unfortunatly the lady who cut my hair ( bless her little heart) cut the bangs WAY TOO short:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Luckly my hair grows pretty fast and now I LOVE my bangs!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314005502516842306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sb8j2Yf8z0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/5iwA6_dxYtM/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-4722976098735846749?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/4722976098735846749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=4722976098735846749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/4722976098735846749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/4722976098735846749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-hair.html' title='New Hair!!!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/Sb8j2Yf8z0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/5iwA6_dxYtM/s72-c/IMG_0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-7992449495335333983</id><published>2009-02-19T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:11:29.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have always felt that Valentines Day was a useless holiday, I mean why celebrate an event only created on the basis of the more you buy your significant other the more you love them? And even worse, why celebrate a holiday that reminds me that I'm alone adn single...No thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But there is one thing I ABSOLUTLY LOVE about this day dedicated to loving one another....Breakfast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh but not just any breakfast, Valentines Day breakfast, every year my mom and dad would set up this fabulous display of love for me and siblings! And it was spectacular, pink and red everything... pancakes, milk, whipped cream, cereal, there were strawberries, rasberries, black berries, and all sorts of other fab food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Holy Cow, and then there were the little presents they would get us, one year when I was like 6 or 7 years old, my dad brought back these cute little cowgirl outfits complete with red bandana skirt and little white blouse's with cowboy boots on them! That was a great V-Day! But what I -and every other girl on the planet- loved most was all the candy and chocolates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZ3Uh1wTT8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/uGxfkMRKSiI/s1600-h/Senior+Project+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304629613942755266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZ3Uh1wTT8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/uGxfkMRKSiI/s200/Senior+Project+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZ3VBdgGKHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IItu8xlk4Jc/s1600-h/Senior+Project+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304630157188147314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZ3VBdgGKHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IItu8xlk4Jc/s200/Senior+Project+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZ3VBJO7zHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TCnoF3MZN6w/s1600-h/Senior+Project+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304630151747456114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZ3VBJO7zHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TCnoF3MZN6w/s200/Senior+Project+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I guess it's safe to say that this Holiday isn't all that bad, as long as you know that it's not only ment for people in love, but kids too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304633454992150146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZ3YBax1zoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8B7fKI2Fhlk/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZ3YzTR_KyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TnU-PydPLvg/s1600-h/2137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304634311972956962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZ3YzTR_KyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TnU-PydPLvg/s400/2137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-7992449495335333983?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7992449495335333983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=7992449495335333983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/7992449495335333983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/7992449495335333983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-always-felt-that-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZ3Uh1wTT8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/uGxfkMRKSiI/s72-c/Senior+Project+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-6921225610837339414</id><published>2009-02-12T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:35:17.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Judds = Big tummy aches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok so I now its been awhile and I am very sorry for that, what with ALL the time I have. There is no excuse for me not writing other than the fact the I'm just tired and lazy:( But anyway here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Almost a month ago me, Ash, and Heidi went the best burger joint on the planet...no lies this place makes In-N-Out look like garbage ( and if you know me I freaking LOVE In-N-Out Burger!) Let me show you why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301990896264784210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZR0oQY3qVI/AAAAAAAAANs/KUM3MYhoJUU/s320/me,+Heidi,+adn+Ashleigh+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That thing is huge right!? Before you have a coronary, that particular 1lb burger was shared between the 3 of us! But holy cow, even just a third of that huge monster of a meal nearly killed me. But it was totally worth it because it was like celestial glory in your mouth, thats how &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;INC&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZR0DTETcLI/AAAAAAAAANk/Z19kgXfnuVE/s1600-h/me,+Heidi,+adn+Ashleigh+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301990261328670898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZR0DTETcLI/AAAAAAAAANk/Z19kgXfnuVE/s320/me,+Heidi,+adn+Ashleigh+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;REDIBLE&lt;/span&gt; it was:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZR5MWGiKiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_P90s9e0MWs/s1600-h/me,+Heidi,+adn+Ashleigh+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301995914320292386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZR5MWGiKiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_P90s9e0MWs/s320/me,+Heidi,+adn+Ashleigh+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZR1k6QBWTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3eEdVzK37b8/s1600-h/me,+Heidi,+adn+Ashleigh+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So as you can see...um... this gives a while new meaning to the term " Fatest Country"! But nonetheless, this outing was one of the funnest I've had in a long ol' time:) and we owe it all to our buddy Chris who celebrated his 23rd Birthday at Big Judd's! Thanks a million Chris...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301993506532433106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZR3AMZLHNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8ppjLt9a-VU/s320/me,+Heidi,+adn+Ashleigh+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-6921225610837339414?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/6921225610837339414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=6921225610837339414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/6921225610837339414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/6921225610837339414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-judds-big-tummy-aches.html' title='Big Judds = Big tummy aches!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SZR0oQY3qVI/AAAAAAAAANs/KUM3MYhoJUU/s72-c/me,+Heidi,+adn+Ashleigh+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-7597554796055729837</id><published>2009-01-20T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:29:42.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!`</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone, sorry it's taken me so gosh darn long to get a new blog out! I really have NO excuse other than the fact that I have been INCREDIBLY lazy that past month. What with being home for the holidays, seeing old friends, and just hanging out I have had no real desire to tell you all whats been happening. Oh and also...there wasn't really much to tell!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293486737184356370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SXY-JDEdeBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/u6-YRY7YcB0/s200/winter+semester+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But there is now! This is my best freind and new roommate Heidi Maria Corbett.... if you can't already tell, she's not a afraid of much. Even looking like a total goober:) But thats why we love her so.... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SXY_8MS2RWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aE6d6hj38qY/s1600-h/winter+semester+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293488715345577314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SXY_8MS2RWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aE6d6hj38qY/s200/winter+semester+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my awsomely wonderful roommate Ashleigh...yes it's spelled correctly! Me, Ash, and Heidi are the definition of Coocoo Banana's! We are the stangest people you will ever meet, now some of you are thinking.."Breann, you're not strange or weird or akward ( well maybe that last one!)" And this very true, when I'm not around Heidi and Ashleigh I am quite normal...but they bring out the weird when we are all together. These girls make semester's fun and I am so happy to be back with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-7597554796055729837?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7597554796055729837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=7597554796055729837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/7597554796055729837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/7597554796055729837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!`'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SXY-JDEdeBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/u6-YRY7YcB0/s72-c/winter+semester+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-3824052219613039878</id><published>2008-12-06T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:33:16.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week AWAWAWAW!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh -My- Gosh!!!! It's freaking finals week and I'm about to pull out my splitended ( I now i spelt thids wrong, just go with it!), color fading hair!! ( see why I need your magical hair abilities Ann!!) I have 4-5 hours of studying for a chem final, 2 take home finals, one paper, a Child Development video to create... YIKES, and a partirge in cherry tree! ( we don't have pare trees here in rexburg...at least none that I've seen) So needless to say this is going to be a long week. Now I promise that I didn't write all of this to gain sympathy....trust sympathy is NOT going to help me!! But you prayers will, if you could spare 2 or 3 seconds to ask the Lord to keep me from jumping off the Top of the soon to be finished auditorim....it's huge! I would really appericiate it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I sure can't wait to see all of you, LOVE YOU LOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-3824052219613039878?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/3824052219613039878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=3824052219613039878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/3824052219613039878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/3824052219613039878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-week-awawawaw.html' title='Finals Week AWAWAWAW!!!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-7916337891810559767</id><published>2008-12-02T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:49:27.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Loulou!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hi Loulou, I just wanted to wish you a very Happy 14th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love you sister and I can't wait to see you!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But in the mean time here are 14 reasons why I Love You so stinking much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. You always make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. You have "genius" thumbs;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; 3. Oh come on look at this face...... how could you NOT love you!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275433584608055250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/STYa5Q66j9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/rBAFy5RQNgY/s200/Senior+Project+058+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;4. You drop it like it's H-O-T!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. You're 14 going on 24, but I still love you just the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6. Your laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7. Your LOVE for A1 sauce.... it's actually kind of wierd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8. The way you idolize Catelyn... strange and sometimes really creepy, but sweet very sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9.Bratz dolls, thats really all that needs to be said;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10. Vanadlizer, Oprah, "shoulders on the table"....I think you get the point!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;11. You're helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;12. Fun to be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;13. Chewing with your mouth open....it's nasty, but it's you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and last but not least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;14. You're MY little sister and I will ALWAYS love you...even if I don't always show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have a happy, happy, HAPPY Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I LOVE YOU LOULOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-7916337891810559767?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/7916337891810559767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=7916337891810559767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/7916337891810559767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/7916337891810559767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-loulou.html' title='Happy Birthday Loulou!!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/STYa5Q66j9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/rBAFy5RQNgY/s72-c/Senior+Project+058+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-8748572008297635874</id><published>2008-12-02T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:46:19.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We say Good Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/STW6dTP5l8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/YIyvoY_zdtw/s1600-h/med_WIRTHLIN_large1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275327551080339394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/STW6dTP5l8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/YIyvoY_zdtw/s200/med_WIRTHLIN_large1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last night at 11:30 we lost Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin at the age of 91 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He was the oldest of all the apostles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You may remember his talk in the October 2008 Conference,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;" Come What May, and Love It".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He spoke about having a good attitude in the face of adversity, depending on how we react to problems that arrive this will determine our happiness in this life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And you know what...He is totally right!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Elder Wirthlin was definently inspired when he gave this talk, reacting in a pleasent way to soemthing terrible or sad, can really make a difference!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have learned this princple and I am continuing to apply it to my every day life!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Don't you think you should try it too? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-8748572008297635874?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/8748572008297635874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=8748572008297635874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8748572008297635874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8748572008297635874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-say-good-bye.html' title='We say Good Bye'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/STW6dTP5l8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/YIyvoY_zdtw/s72-c/med_WIRTHLIN_large1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-3757057017099539252</id><published>2008-12-01T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:42:00.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok 2 things I would like to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First thing......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IT'S CHIRSTMAS TIME!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurray Hurray for christmas time it's my absolute favorite time of year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is just something so magical about this Holiday, especially when snow is involved:)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274996110851946418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/STSNA8Llt7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/02QYfV1k5Hs/s200/O92CASAY81SCAW3QHT8CA3VXND0CAKC1EBMCAFDIW5FCATAQMJ0CA92Y3UQCAAY5YEMCA96OUF0CAU126A2CAWVTHCECAY32UBBCAWSSYYQCABF515RCA0FYDSCCABYSHJFCAKU1T9FCADIQQ9BCANJ16IV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;BYU-I at christmas time is gorgeouse, the ligths, the activities, the people... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Norman Rockwell&lt;/span&gt; painting come to life! And i just wanted to share my thought about this magnificant holiday with you:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now...for the second thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HELP!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annie, my most favorite person on the planet:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really need your help, you see I look awful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hair is gross, and because I have like &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; money I haven't been able to get it done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i was wondering if you could please help me, and do me the biggest favor in the form of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;coloring&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cutting&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;styling&lt;/span&gt; my hair....it needs it....BADLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pormise here and now that I will babysit, clean, or run as many errands as you see fit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(sense you know I'm poor and can't pay you...sorry about that too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the best please comment back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-3757057017099539252?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/3757057017099539252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=3757057017099539252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/3757057017099539252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/3757057017099539252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-things.html' title='2 things...'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/STSNA8Llt7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/02QYfV1k5Hs/s72-c/O92CASAY81SCAW3QHT8CA3VXND0CAKC1EBMCAFDIW5FCATAQMJ0CA92Y3UQCAAY5YEMCA96OUF0CAU126A2CAWVTHCECAY32UBBCAWSSYYQCABF515RCA0FYDSCCABYSHJFCAKU1T9FCADIQQ9BCANJ16IV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-8713635384672606396</id><published>2008-11-09T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:30:53.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mama!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hi mama!!! I thought I would take this oppprtunity to wish you the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happiest&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Merriest&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Birthdays&lt;/span&gt;! You are an incredable wife, mother, and friend....I love you with everything you have done, I don't know where I would be in this world without your constant love and compasion! I am sorry that your Brebutton ( um aka me...in case you forgot;)) couldn't be there to celebrate the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; day with you!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I was thinking about past years adn I came up with 43 reasons why you are the worlds GREATEST Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1. Becasue your mine...and I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;2. You're a red head, and that fact in itself makes you AWSOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3. You always try to make me laugh ( even if it means singing a ridiculouse song!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;4. Your faith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;5. Your unflinching crewfew rules ( even as an adult I get in trouble for breaking crewfew :))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;6. Sunday Roast....no explaination needed for this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;7. And this moment in time was just funny...well at least to me! When you figure out why give me a call and we will remeness! (**hint....it took 2 weeks to get that pink cast!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266772468747697714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SRdVp-CDfjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KLpUdrG8R_k/s200/Senior+Project+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;8. Your love for avacodos....used to be strange, but your bad habits have rubbed off on your first born! Thanks a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;9.The way you eat the avacodos with nothing but salt and pepper ( this however is still VERY strange!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;10. Your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;11. Your face...it's just B-E-A-utiful:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;12. They way you jam out in the car.... it's funny, but AWSOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;13. The way you laughed SO hard when we saw "Juno" together!!! ( I think everyone in the theater new you liked the movie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;14. Your motherly goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;15. You gave up your addictions.....Diet Coke, Chai Teas, Wetting your pants every 20 minutes..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;16. Your acrilic nails, when I think mom I think magnificanlty manicured fingers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;17. And perfectly pedicured toes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;18. Your will power...at least someone in our family exercises!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;19. The way we can share clothes...not many moms have that ability to share clothes with their daughters ( I think it's just a Champman thing)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;20. Your crazy psychic ability to know when I'm sad or ticked!!! It's uncany;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;21. You and mangos, I have NO idea where or when this new obsession started... but hey, whatever floats your boat!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;22. You taught me to cook....enough said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;23. You introduced me to John Mayer!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;24. You can make me laugh and cry at the same time...go figure!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;25. Your good example of what a mother should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;26. You passed on your love of children to me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;27. Your furry lip ( thats for you Zachy!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;28. Taking us ( and when I say us I mean Elsie!) to school in your sweaty running close!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;29. Have a Jeffery as your older brother automatically makes you awsome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;30. You love Christmas...Just like ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;31. Lovely singing voice, especially when you sing Mary's Lullaby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;32. Pulling me out of school to eat lunch with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;33. You have excellent running form!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;34. You buy all of us seperate beds, and yet we all end up in the same one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266765837757845506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SRdPn_q4EAI/AAAAAAAAALs/mWTS2fI322c/s200/Senior+Project+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;35. You made me a poodle skirt, that to this day I still LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;36. You LOVE the Office.....that what she said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;37. Your nickname " Kelly-Belly- Button"...awsome, awsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;38. The Promise you made me when I was just a wee babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;39. The way you always give my hand a little sqeeze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;40. My promise ring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;41. Your 12 hour prayers, I love those, especially when I'm in a hurry or freakin tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;42. Your incouraging words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and last but not least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;43. The way you try every day to be better than you were yesturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266770380793610738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SRdTwbzAgfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/U5aRQfdVD0g/s200/Senior+Project+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you so very, very much!! Have a fabulous day and I'll be thinking about you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love always Bre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-8713635384672606396?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/8713635384672606396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=8713635384672606396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8713635384672606396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8713635384672606396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-mama.html' title='Happy Birthday Mama!!!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SRdVp-CDfjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KLpUdrG8R_k/s72-c/Senior+Project+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-8301154517879267174</id><published>2008-11-08T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:05:46.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without a Phone!:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;If you know me at all you know that I &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Totally&lt;/span&gt; love my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Phone&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266563408164707394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SRaXhCq6XEI/AAAAAAAAALc/WGQ7E7MavVI/s200/images%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                 Well with that being said, I have recently had bumber thing happen...... my phone was shut off, as in my service!! It all started on Tuesday of this past week, I kept trying to check Rexburg weather ( cause it was supposed to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SNOW&lt;/span&gt; that day :)). But anywhoozer, when I went to check the weather, or get on the internet, or make a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Phone Call&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;my just would not work. So need less to say I have been going &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;coo coo banana's&lt;/span&gt; these last few days with no way to communicate with ouside world, that is AZ!!! So to anyone of you who have been trying to reach me....I am so incredably sorry, but I will not be reached until Monday (sometime)! And I would call all of you, but how &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"awsome"&lt;/span&gt; is this....the phone in my apartment does not let me call you guys long distance....oh but wait ..you can call me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Go give me a ring...I miss y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(208)486-1646&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-8301154517879267174?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/8301154517879267174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=8301154517879267174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8301154517879267174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8301154517879267174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-without-phone.html' title='Life without a Phone!:('/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SRaXhCq6XEI/AAAAAAAAALc/WGQ7E7MavVI/s72-c/images%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-8314631225273142334</id><published>2008-10-26T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:08:28.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am truly blessed! I know, I know that sounds so...well obviouse! But it is the unflinching truth, and let me explain why. This whole experence has taught me so many things, patients is a big one! For those that knew me prior to coming up here, you know that I was NOT in any way, shape, or form a patient person! And while I"m on the subject I want to apologize to all my siblings for every time I lost my temper when I was at home. I wasn't in a good place in high school and I know that that is NO excuse, but I really am very sorry. Especially to Zachary, I'm so sorry little brother, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; so much and I regret so much every time I was short with you or hurt your feelings! I promise to be better, because I have learned patients, I have also learned not to pre-judge. I've learned that getting to know people and figuring out who they are and what they're all about is really what needs to happen. But the biggest thing I've learned is forgivness, the power that lies behind this principle is incredible. I resently had to write a paper for my religion class on this principle. Essentially we had to pick something that we wanted to learn more about, and forgivness was something I felt I needed to understand better. I did some research, read some articles, and foud for myslef what the treu meaning was. The paper became very easy to write after that, it was much like writting a talk! I would share it on my blog, but I can't add an attachment. But if anyone would like a copy ( don't feel like you HAVE to read it) just email me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:breperkins@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;breperkins@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:per08004@byui.edu"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;per08004@byui.edu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;! I am greatful for all that has happened in my life sense coming here, this place and the Spirit of Ricks will always a hold a very special place in my heart:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh P.S. I know that some of you have been wanting my address, sorry it has taken so long to get it to you.&lt;br /&gt;BYU-Idaho&lt;br /&gt;Annie S. Kerr Hall #139&lt;br /&gt;Rexburg, ID 83440&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-8314631225273142334?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/8314631225273142334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=8314631225273142334' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8314631225273142334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8314631225273142334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-truly-blessed-i-know-i-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-4048147814328725347</id><published>2008-10-11T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:10:26.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyoming...need I say more.....YES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hello and welcome to all who have come to read of the adven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tures of Stacia, K&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPF96HJE6HI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EN3IYnH_hM0/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256120677421082738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPF96HJE6HI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EN3IYnH_hM0/s200/Wyoming!!+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;atie, Erica, and Bre! And their WILD trip to Beddford, Wyoming! It was full of fun, laughs&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPF96u5hGpI/AAAAAAAAAII/NZ3x997PWIE/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256120688093239954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPF96u5hGpI/AAAAAAAAAII/NZ3x997PWIE/s200/Wyoming!!+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, guns, horses, "Lisa's Cookies", and bruises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lets see it all started on the evening of Friday, October 10, 2008. We had all finished classes by 4:15 and were egarly awaiting the arrival of Derek Astle, Cole Suter, and Duston Turner [ Wyoming Boys, hence the trip:)]. Anyways we waited patiently for them to come we were so excited that we could hardly contain ourselves! Finally they came ( about 20 minutes late, but better late than n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPFxwU5UdQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2Ut8TRKuNQE/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256107315174864130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPFxwU5UdQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2Ut8TRKuNQE/s200/Wyoming!!+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ever) and it was fabulous to see our favorite people ever!!! Oh I should probably add in as a side note that it was already freezing in Rexburg, so you can imagine how FREAKIN Cold it was going to be in Beddofrd! Any whoozer, the car we were going to ride in was a "little" tight....so we kind of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPF7PD86LtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/p7KIceGKVgc/s1600-h/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256117738807111378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPF7PD86LtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/p7KIceGKVgc/s200/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; had to squeeze;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( don't worry, nobody was harmed, in the craming of this vehical....)! So moving on.....the scenary on the way up there was absolutly beautiful, me and my roommate Katie were in awe the entire ride up! Oh by the way, another little tidbit for you... it only take an hour in a half to get to Wyoming from Rexburg! So We finally got there, but only after one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;VERY IMPORTANT STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Erica just HAD to take a picture at the "Dam Store"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPF9Z5bP6RI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rZ6naG5WPVQ/s1600-h/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256120123983390994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPF9Z5bP6RI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rZ6naG5WPVQ/s200/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;! So obviously a stop had to be made! Well we finally got there and let me tell you ...it was well worth the weight. We met Derek and Coles parents first! Both sets of parentals were AMAZING! Derek referrs to his parents as Mama "D" and Papa "J"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coles parents Lisa and Curtiss Suter were the epitome of hospetality and kindness! We ate dinner at Cole's then we headed to Duston's house to his mom and dad, and brother and sister! Bonnie and Corey ( Papa Corey, has Duston calls him) were absolutly wonderful also...they were ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGCfy_XhVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9uPok2T0nkM/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256125722893190482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGCfy_XhVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9uPok2T0nkM/s200/Wyoming!!+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;st so sweet! So after meeting the folks we went over to Dustons neighbors house, which incidently was also his bishop's house, and his bishop is ALSO his uncle! ( yeah this town is kind of tiny!) And we had a ton of fun over there, lets just say there has never been a better Office party than this one! You're probably wondering where Stacia's head is....see feel asleep on the couch, so she wasn't "exactly" conscious for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGCgPthvUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AsuP3LHeTT4/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256125730602990914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGCgPthvUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AsuP3LHeTT4/s200/Wyoming!!+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this part of the evening!:) Oh and did I metion that it started snowing! So that was pretty much Friday night except.... Katie's 19th Birthday was the next day..but the gift Stacia bought for her needed to be opened that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGf3Eo5ahI/AAAAAAAAALA/Nm2pUWS3lSU/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256158008604977682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGf3Eo5ahI/AAAAAAAAALA/Nm2pUWS3lSU/s200/Wyoming!!+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matching PJ bottoms!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Day 2: Ok so the second day we were there, things just got better!!! First of all it was Katie's Birthday, so that in it's self auotmatically makes it a GREAT DAY!!! Cole's mom made us breakfast really yummy pancakes and if you know me...you know that I will not normally eat pancakes UNLESS they are made by Terrance Oliver Chapman ( go Grandpa and his fantastic pancake ability!). But Lisa's pancakes were magnificent, oh and we also found out that it was Col'es little sisters Birthday as well. so good day! After breakfast it was time for the real fun to start..... we went and shot GUNS. Right on for the Second Amendment, the right to bear arms! There's your government lesson for today, anyway yeah true story, we went out to the middle of nowhere, in forest area, and went skeet shooting. Oh and on Saturday there was a 60% chance of a snow storm!!!( I dare anyone out there to tell em they had a better day than m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGNSEsyaVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UOKjOaOduvE/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256137581756836178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGNSEsyaVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/UOKjOaOduvE/s200/Wyoming!!+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e!) yes that right I, Breann Nicole Perkins shot a 20 Gage Shot Gun!! And it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGNStrn2_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/CC6qF3SOx1U/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256137592757804018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGNStrn2_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/CC6qF3SOx1U/s200/Wyoming!!+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;was amazing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGNS030gEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SuVNRFy_L0A/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256137594688012354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGNS030gEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SuVNRFy_L0A/s200/Wyoming!!+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; these pictures are of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica, Cole and Stacia! But there is more where that came from, we had 8 people out there shooting guns and reeking havic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGO8uHXgFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/b_hp743pmMY/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256139413940306002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGO8uHXgFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/b_hp743pmMY/s200/Wyoming!!+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGO887UmLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H1tcdN_Cbo8/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256139417916315826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGO887UmLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H1tcdN_Cbo8/s200/Wyoming!!+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGO8YtVSpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZBkb3ywa2cM/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256139408193964690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGO8YtVSpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZBkb3ywa2cM/s200/Wyoming!!+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah I know that these pictures are SWEET! But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGdq_zZOXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nyFgFmC1-GU/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155602125142386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGdq_zZOXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nyFgFmC1-GU/s200/Wyoming!!+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; to keep the ball rolling we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGdrKXt3ZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2-vdyD3_8A0/s1600-h/Wyoming!!+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256155604961844626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGdrKXt3ZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2-vdyD3_8A0/s200/Wyoming!!+068.JPG" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;were out there for about an hour in a half just enjoying the loud popping sound of the guns ad making fun of each other!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everyone hit a cly pigeon at leat once...expect for me:( But don't worry I did something that totally surpasses everyones clay pigeon slughtering! Oh and Cole wants everyone to know that He won the skeet shooting contest (even though we weren't even competing!) Ok so after all fun with the guns...we headed back to Cole's house, where his mom had pizza, pop, and HOMEMADE COOKIES! But we had a special surprise for Katie, Dustons mom had made her a yummy Texas Sheet cake and Duston had a gift for her for her big day! So we h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGTnwoWTSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-tXkioQSnUI/s1600-h/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256144551396396322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGTnwoWTSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-tXkioQSnUI/s200/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ad to stop off at Dusto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGToLoMKlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NjT8swfGOQo/s1600-h/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256144558643489362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGToLoMKlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NjT8swfGOQo/s200/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;n's for just a second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the festivities, we went on to the next part of our adventure...horse backing riding ...in the snow! It was amazing..oh and by the way thing that I that counter acted not hiting a clay pigeon was getting bucked off the horse I was riding!!! ( Don't worry mom and dad I am FINE, but I have a sweet bruise to prove it. Oh and Cole says sorry for me getting bucked off!) So that was pretty sweet and I didn't even cry...wow I sounded like I was 3 years old just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGWSab2CrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6vy6Au_V5LU/s1600-h/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256147483196000946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGWSab2CrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6vy6Au_V5LU/s200/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGWSlBH30I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Gp2nw64Ecb4/s1600-h/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256147486036713282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGWSlBH30I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Gp2nw64Ecb4/s200/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGWSB1rJqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YkeHpZqRzPw/s1600-h/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256147476593452706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGWSB1rJqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YkeHpZqRzPw/s200/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGWSXxmSSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mPT-ztBJFLE/s1600-h/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256147482481936674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGWSXxmSSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mPT-ztBJFLE/s200/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But sadley, the weekend had to come to an end:(! But are mama's taught us well, and we made sure leave a really sweet note thanking Lisa and Curtiss for their super kindness letting us girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGefHDPRsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8K-tPumAHVk/s1600-h/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256156497423845058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPGefHDPRsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8K-tPumAHVk/s200/Wyoming+boys+and+WYOMING+part+2+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;s sleep in their Fabulous trailer! We had such a great time and we were able to hang out with 3 of the greatest guys in the world! Well till we meet again Wyoming..so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-4048147814328725347?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/4048147814328725347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=4048147814328725347' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/4048147814328725347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/4048147814328725347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/10/wyomingneed-i-say-moreyes.html' title='Wyoming...need I say more.....YES!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SPF96HJE6HI/AAAAAAAAAIA/EN3IYnH_hM0/s72-c/Wyoming!!+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-4222161711094951975</id><published>2008-10-07T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:11:27.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheer Distraction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Lately, as I have been just going through my day to day activities, I feel like my days have all been meshing into one big blob of nothingness! Classes have been sounding the same ( don't ask me how my chem class could ever in a million years make me think of my Book of Mormon class, but it does) and I feel more distracted than ever. I don't know if it's because I am bored or if Iam just suffering from sleep deprivation! But none the less I am so very distracted, and there seems to be nothing I can do about it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am even distracted while writing this entry, but that is only because I am watching an all time classic " Sleepless in Seattle". I know, I know i am such a girl, but when one feel the need to watch a gooshy, lovey, " I want my life to be like this movie" romatic film...well &lt;em&gt;ONE &lt;/em&gt;just needs to go with it! So I did, or I am...anyways, some of you ( won't mention any names...) are probably going read WAY TOO MUCH into this and say things like " oh no Breann hates school, she's failing at life, and she's going to drop out, never fulfilling her dream of becoming a NEONATAL INTENSIVE CARE UNIT NURSE!!!"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well let me just say..um FALSE! This is not going to happen, I love school, so much infact that I am moving here indefinently in January! And I am not failing, all of my classes are going swimmingly; Chemistry may be difficult, but I am not failing and further more the words dropping out will never ever go together in the same sentence ( for me) as long as I live! So people please don't freak out, I am fine, school is fine, LIFE is fine! I merly wrote this because it needed to be said and I have heard that a blog is a good place to get things off your chest. So I guess I am asking for you prayers and a kind thought....you know for moral support :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-4222161711094951975?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/4222161711094951975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=4222161711094951975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/4222161711094951975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/4222161711094951975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/10/sheer-distraction.html' title='Sheer Distraction!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-2567878340802843724</id><published>2008-10-03T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:35:38.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Weekend Thought!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Just a quick little thought I had reguarding conference weekend. Please, to all my friends and family out there, be sure to come to conference or come to watch conference with a question in your heart. I know what I just typed sounds really weird, most ( if not all) of you are probably thinking its supposed to be "come with a question in &lt;em&gt;Mind&lt;/em&gt;". And while this has always been true, I have had the privilege sense being up here to read Elder Bednars talk " Seek Learning by Faith".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this talk he speaks about our hearts and opening them up to the spirit in order to be up lifted and edified! And while having question in your mind is a wonderful idea, it's ineffective. Because the spirit doesn't touch the mind, it touches the heart. By having that question or problem that we need help answering in our hearts, the spirit will be able to more fully reach it. But we have to allow it to, because Elder Bednar also spoke of pride and not wanting to learn because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Brothers and Sisters, please remember to let go of your pride and let the Lord, our Savior, and the holy spirit answer your question or ease your troubled heart through the words of his prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this my struggle every day, and this conference I have my question and I am ready to be up lifted and learn of my God...are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SObTAzT8f_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/gV8HV5DEmSw/s1600-h/43439_gak212tn_st%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253118026101587954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="110" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SObTAzT8f_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/gV8HV5DEmSw/s200/43439_gak212tn_st%5B1%5D.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-2567878340802843724?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/2567878340802843724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=2567878340802843724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/2567878340802843724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/2567878340802843724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/10/conference-weekend-thought.html' title='Conference Weekend Thought!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SObTAzT8f_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/gV8HV5DEmSw/s72-c/43439_gak212tn_st%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-8717872082677865963</id><published>2008-10-02T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:07:43.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Talk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SOW2ZikMDQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/iSkOVVIgLdE/s1600-h/n743453607_812525_536%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252805090289126658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SOW2ZikMDQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/iSkOVVIgLdE/s200/n743453607_812525_536%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey folks!!!! Sorry I haven't been typing like a maniac, keeping you all informed on my Oh so intersting BYU-I Life. But believe it or not ( hopefully you believe it), I have be SWAMPED with all sorts of stuff to do. Things like homework, work, ROOMIES, more homework, more work, and boys!! ( don't get any ideas, I'm talking about dating them!) Anyways, life has been one big blurr so, bare with me while I try to inturrperet the sometimes crazy dream that is my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well last week was incredibly OUT OF CONTROL! Me and my absoulty fabulous roomies started out our week as normal, with class...Blhaa, don't get me wrong, I LOVE school, but I was not looking forward to that particular week. For one I had 3, yes count'em 3, exams. 2 that were on the same days, and one on Friday....by the way what kind of sick person gives an exam on Friday, that also happens to lead into the weeked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SOW204ns3VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uniC_L1EkiI/s1600-h/n193301774_32756008_2606%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252805560065908050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SOW204ns3VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/uniC_L1EkiI/s200/n193301774_32756008_2606%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;n!! UHH. UH I ask you this, but to credit my Professor, he was kind enough to also leave it open on Monday too. So I change my mind...Thanks Bro. Cameron!!! Anywhoozer, so that was the I had to look forward to, plus my life was going a little hairwire ( that my friends, is another story for another day...or never works too!;) ) But life got a little nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SOW2Z9h7mhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z3egflYsVNQ/s1600-h/n1251716515_30142133_1105%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252805097527417362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SOW2Z9h7mhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z3egflYsVNQ/s200/n1251716515_30142133_1105%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r when a) we met our FHE group had a fabulous FHE lesson and get to know you game. All of my FHE family members are pretty great, except for one that shall remain namless and will not be spoken of! Then life got even better after that...wait for it, wait for it....when me and my possy went to play softball with some very adorable RM's and 2 equally adorable premies! Which we so loveingly referr to as "Our Boys"!! Oh and p.s. they are all fluent in either spanish or porteugease!!!! That my firends is very SEXY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SOW3TmcdfpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5Pfo-MN1_5Y/s1600-h/n743453607_812892_3832%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252806087762869906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SOW3TmcdfpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5Pfo-MN1_5Y/s200/n743453607_812892_3832%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So needless to say, that was great and I even got a few hits in....not good hits, but hits! The week ran some what smoothly for the next couple of days, then came Thursday.....CHEM EXAM. In one word...YIKES! and we are just going to leave it at that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So that was exciting, but after that Friday came...whoohoo! And Firday ment yet another exam, but it also ment hangign out with the Boys from 312, who, if you don't mind me saying, are AAAMAZZING! anyway, we enjoyed their always fun company and jokes! But once again fun for me was cut short because of Work...go 3:30 am!! But on the flip side my adoable roomie Katie was asked on a date by one of our 312 boys!!! So early morning came and went, and then came the real fun..... working on the ward news letter. I was called to be the BYU-Idaho 5th Ward newsletter Corrordinator!! So that was fun, and it turned out Awesome!!! ( If I do say so myself, but I'm biased!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SOW31isyAUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TndSauQWZ2k/s1600-h/n1251716515_30124743_3919%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252806670873133378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SOW31isyAUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TndSauQWZ2k/s200/n1251716515_30124743_3919%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-8717872082677865963?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/8717872082677865963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=8717872082677865963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8717872082677865963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8717872082677865963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time-no-talk.html' title='Long Time No Talk!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SOW2ZikMDQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/iSkOVVIgLdE/s72-c/n743453607_812525_536%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-6574493862469898267</id><published>2008-09-21T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:13:08.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This ones for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SNX8MrUQGhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vhgWpfef3z8/s1600-h/Senior+Project+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248378235486476818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SNX8MrUQGhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vhgWpfef3z8/s200/Senior+Project+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hey daddy this one is for you...I was hanging out today and the last couple days actually. And I realized that I miss very, very much! I want you to know how much I love and how incredibly improtant you are to me! Just cause I am in college doesn't mean I'm not your little girl..... I will always be your baby girl. Please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SNX7-pfewII/AAAAAAAAAFk/UosvLFaFsSE/s1600-h/Senior+Project+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248377994478534786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SNX7-pfewII/AAAAAAAAAFk/UosvLFaFsSE/s200/Senior+Project+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;never forget that.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-6574493862469898267?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/6574493862469898267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=6574493862469898267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/6574493862469898267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/6574493862469898267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-ones-for-you.html' title='This ones for you...'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SNX8MrUQGhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vhgWpfef3z8/s72-c/Senior+Project+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-1223582692168725923</id><published>2008-09-15T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:12:06.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to Ann!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I just wanated to take a moment to send a little shout out to Ann for her AWSOME green chilly Burros!! The guys ( roomies) LOVED them!! So Ann thanks a million you are the best aunt a gilr could ask for! I love you, hope You, Steve, Beau, Gracie, and little Joshy are doing fabulous. I miss you a whole heck of alot! I'll see soon (and by soon I mean Christmas!:))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you guys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-1223582692168725923?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/1223582692168725923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=1223582692168725923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/1223582692168725923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/1223582692168725923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/09/shout-out-to-ann.html' title='Shout out to Ann!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-8855241513315266693</id><published>2008-09-14T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:40:44.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Room Madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ok well a few days me and hooligan roomates did something a little goofy ( Oh jeeze like you've never heard that before!) Anyways...we could say that this whole ordeal start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SM1gRkFdaoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s_nQGtLbLgI/s1600-h/n1444403994_59160_9973%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245954995817114242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SM1gRkFdaoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s_nQGtLbLgI/s200/n1444403994_59160_9973%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ed with Katie and her need to do a load of Laundry. This would be her first load of laundry done in college, so it was decided that this event needed to be documented....needless to say that this was going to be a memory that would stick with us forever! Look what happened...&lt;br /&gt;Katie thought that flipping her hair like a model would only add to sheer excitment that laundry day brought to our lives! That was until we actually got into the laundry room...&lt;br /&gt;but in the end it all worked out nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SM1gR3SFTLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2G70oqQbrf4/s1600-h/n1444403994_59161_1018%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245955000970333362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SM1gR3SFTLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2G70oqQbrf4/s200/n1444403994_59161_1018%5B1%5D.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ely because after we dances around like idiots ( and when i saw we, what I really mean is Erica...gosh I lover her!) annd sang till our vocal cords were sore. We finally settled down enough to take a normal group photo! And HOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SM1gR8-a1QI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t6njV6vHQN0/s1600-h/n1444403994_59159_8882%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245955002498471170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SM1gR8-a1QI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t6njV6vHQN0/s200/n1444403994_59159_8882%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Y CRAP, are we just so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-8855241513315266693?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/8855241513315266693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=8855241513315266693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8855241513315266693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8855241513315266693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/09/laundry-room-madness.html' title='Laundry Room Madness!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SM1gRkFdaoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s_nQGtLbLgI/s72-c/n1444403994_59160_9973%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-4170601432843839692</id><published>2008-09-11T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:31:58.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Forest..Run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SMnkC5rlhKI/AAAAAAAAADs/SZ_UImGP9qA/s1600-h/Roomies+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244973979544159394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SMnkC5rlhKI/AAAAAAAAADs/SZ_UImGP9qA/s200/Roomies+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok so here's the skinny...I know that this phrase in NO way applies here...but I've always just wanted to say it! So tonight I did something that I NEVER do... thats right follks I went running!!!:) I know what you must be thinking... " Bre must have been really bord" oh and " Why is she blogging about this?!" Well i'm telling you this because not only is it unbelievable that I exercised, but also because it was the first of many runs that I took with my roomies! It was so fun, even though I tought I was either going to pass out or die!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But being with my roommates and doing something together, just felt so good! I love my new buddies and I feel like this has to be one of the reasons the Lord wanted me up here... not only to become closer with the Jeff Chapman clan or to reconnect with Heidi!! Or even to find my eternal companion ( if that even ever happens), but He wanted me to come up here to meet these amazing girls. Girls, who on a daily baises are choosing the right and doing what they are supposed to. And just because they have to or because it's the right thing to do....but because they want to do as our Heavenly Father asks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SMni-849oBI/AAAAAAAAADc/dKu9WomBa68/s1600-h/Roomies+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244972812174467090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SMni-849oBI/AAAAAAAAADc/dKu9WomBa68/s200/Roomies+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SMnjLcOMlEI/AAAAAAAAADk/snWPJMaLKhM/s1600-h/Roomies+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244973026743456834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SMnjLcOMlEI/AAAAAAAAADk/snWPJMaLKhM/s200/Roomies+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sure we are al a bunch of goobers and we make dorks of ourselves on a DAILY baises, but just being around these wonderful ladies has strengthened my testimony ten fold!! I love the Lord and I'm glad he prompted me to come to this Temple of Learning and I am greatful that He brought me these friends to pick me up and dust me off when I fall! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;( And believe you me, I fall on my face ALL the time!:)) I love this place and the things I have had the opportunity to learn adn the growing that I have done! This was ment to be:) and I am full of graditude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-4170601432843839692?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/4170601432843839692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=4170601432843839692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/4170601432843839692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/4170601432843839692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/09/run-forestrun.html' title='Run Forest..Run!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SMnkC5rlhKI/AAAAAAAAADs/SZ_UImGP9qA/s72-c/Roomies+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-8934972024239797866</id><published>2008-09-09T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:37:35.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New roommates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SMdFQ7Dj1DI/AAAAAAAAADE/4lOJFzV3uUo/s1600-h/Summer+08+and+BUYI+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244236448129078322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SMdFQ7Dj1DI/AAAAAAAAADE/4lOJFzV3uUo/s200/Summer+08+and+BUYI+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ok,ok sorry everyone, i have been so rediculously busy that I haven't had any time to tell you guys about my INCREDIBLE roommates! I just love them! Ok so first we have the lovely lady that I am rooming with, her name is Katie Riley. She is adorable, blonde, spunky, and stinking sweet. She is a hardcore Basketball player adn she hasn't failed yet to crack me up! Oh, oh and get this, we found out that we were actually in the same stake in AZ. Thats right the Chandler Heights Queen Creek, AZ Stake are our old stomping grounds! I just knew when we first met that I had seen her somewhere before, and guess what? I had... on the treck, and youth conference, etc! So that was way cool to find out! Alright...to keep thigns going let me tell you about one of my other roommates, Stacia Marshall! She is actually in the picture with Katie ( she's the brunett is case some of you reading this are a triffle slow!:) jkjk. Anyways, there aren't enought nice words in the dictionary to descirbe this cutie piie!! She's from Portland, OR and she is a soccor player! Yeah for sports:) She ( like little miss Katie) also has the crazy ability to crack me up, she is always in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SMdCjinuAVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/huytdGElgPw/s1600-h/Summer+08+and+BUYI+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244233469452484946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SMdCjinuAVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/huytdGElgPw/s200/Summer+08+and+BUYI+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;great mood and Obviously it is very contagiouse! So needless to say that I totally love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ok last but certainly not least is Erica Peacock...and her name by its self pretty much says it all!! She is a loud, fun loving, goffball acting, guitar playing, gegorouise girl! She is the one on the far left! She is an amazing singer and guitar player! This by the way, this is our first meal together!! SO fun, I love these girls, they have quickly become a great group of friends!! Go Fall Semester of '08!!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-8934972024239797866?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/8934972024239797866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=8934972024239797866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8934972024239797866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/8934972024239797866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-roommates.html' title='New roommates!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SMdFQ7Dj1DI/AAAAAAAAADE/4lOJFzV3uUo/s72-c/Summer+08+and+BUYI+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-5189504912441025268</id><published>2008-09-01T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:37:01.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder Chapman Comes Home!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just thought that I would take a moment to give all who weren't able to see Elder Chapman come home... a l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLyA_dIst-I/AAAAAAAAABc/Nlakv9H3k68/s1600-h/Chapmans+camera+260.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241205893993641954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLyA_dIst-I/AAAAAAAAABc/Nlakv9H3k68/s200/Chapmans+camera+260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ittle look!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We went to the Idaho Falls airport and he graced us with his presence at about 10:15 pm!!! It was wonderful to see him again...he hasn't changed a bit, Jacob is still the same adorably goofy "Jacob" as when he left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLyJbMiaWZI/AAAAAAAAACs/43yJBDvlpfw/s1600-h/Chapmans+camera+265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241215166667446674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLyJbMiaWZI/AAAAAAAAACs/43yJBDvlpfw/s200/Chapmans+camera+265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Being able to be apart of the wonderful expericne and share this incredibly emotional moment in the Chapman family was honoring. I have never had the priviledge of waiting at the airport for a missionary to return home. But let me just say that it was an amazingly spirital experience, one that I will charish for the remainder of my days! Watching Jacob step out the security check point and into the open room where we all stood and waited in anticipation was awesome adn brought tears to my eyes aswell as the rest of the family's&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLyD3ohCBHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vtaz7cHSO_4/s1600-h/Chapmans+camera+273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241209058144420978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLyD3ohCBHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vtaz7cHSO_4/s200/Chapmans+camera+273.JPG" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We were all waiting to see who the first person was that young Elder Chapman would hug first! I ( like most of the family) said it was going to be his sweet mother....but grandpa chapman begged to differ. "I think he will give his old grandpa the first hug", Grandpa said this to us we walked into the airport! And sure enough, when Jacob walked out to greet us is was Terry Chapman that recieved the very first hug from our return missionary!!! But not to worry, aunt Kirsti got her hug....she was last, which makes&lt;u&gt; me think that saved the best and most s&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLyIaWvcLsI/AAAAAAAAACc/Vi4Iu7wgcTI/s1600-h/Chapmans+camera+275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241214052714950338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLyIaWvcLsI/AAAAAAAAACc/Vi4Iu7wgcTI/s200/Chapmans+camera+275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pecial hug for last:)!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-5189504912441025268?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/5189504912441025268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=5189504912441025268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/5189504912441025268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/5189504912441025268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/09/elder-chapman-comes-home.html' title='Elder Chapman Comes Home!!!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLyA_dIst-I/AAAAAAAAABc/Nlakv9H3k68/s72-c/Chapmans+camera+260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6848628843880890689.post-9007746363466397687</id><published>2008-09-01T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:36:10.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day on the Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hello out there to all my friends and family!! Well Ann I did it...I finally started my very own blog! Andlet me tell you something....it feels great;). Anyways, let me start off my expalining a little bit about whats been happening in my world ( for those who were clueless, leftout or just didn't care).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm just about to go into my FIRST whole semester at the fabulous BYU of Idaho!! ( I went only half of my first semester in the summer. I would have gone for the whole thing but I had this tiny problem of having not yet graduated for High school...LAME!) Anywhoo I'm pretty much STOKED about my fall semester, all my class are just awesome and I just found out that I am the newest member of the BYUI 5th Singles Ward..go being single!!! Oh and next week I;ll be moving into my very first apartment (sort of)...its my dorm!! I have also just recently discovered that I will be cohabitating with 3 other lovely daughters God in Apartment #139!!! Ya hear that mom.. I am going to get my own dorm key and ..... Mail Key! I feel like such a grown up:) So if ever you are just sitting around and find yourself missing me terribly, just sit yourself down write down feelings in a heartfelt letter, send it my snail mail, and will then recieve it at DORM!! Oh and did I mention there will me no PARENTS!! Holla if you LOVE Freedom!!! I'm just kidding ( I love you mom and dad:))!! Well friends that is whats new with me........oh wait , wait, wait I completely forgot to tell you guys one huge important thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;JACOB'S HOME!!!!!! I'm so excited, I mean the Jeff Chapman's are really excited too, but I'm super, super excited because I haven't seen him sense I was 15! Dang that was a long time ago right...but now he is back and for the past 2 1/2 days the Chapmans and I have had nothingn but good times and sugar highs! So to all who didn't know he was home, HE IS. and to all who are sad that they didn;t get to see him at the airport...I'm sorry, but he looks great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So until we meet again my fantastic family! I love you and hope to hear from you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Peace and Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6848628843880890689-9007746363466397687?l=brebutton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/feeds/9007746363466397687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6848628843880890689&amp;postID=9007746363466397687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/9007746363466397687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6848628843880890689/posts/default/9007746363466397687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brebutton.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-day-on-blog.html' title='My first day on the Blog!'/><author><name>Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589118541531522639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2xEKzNcIqVA/SLw_fUC9mSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G8RUsK-6saU/S220/IMG_0287.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
