<?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-610181475034029811</id><updated>2011-09-28T17:23:07.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon and Bre</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-1283005991262803765</id><published>2011-05-11T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:52:49.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Climbing</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we went rock climbing at momentum with my brother Chris and his date, and my cousins Ashley and Dan.  It was a blast!! We learned how to belay each other which I had never done before.  I was surprised with how out of shape I was.  Being a soccer player my arms never really get a workout... but boy did this work out your arms!  It was funny that I think belaying was actually more tiring then climbing itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cP8u2bAmmWE/Tcq7s69vnVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ldcRNBkM4JI/s1600/DSC02524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cP8u2bAmmWE/Tcq7s69vnVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ldcRNBkM4JI/s320/DSC02524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605499066632871250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dd9KQU884ZA/Tcq7sgEPb6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Dvwo6bWE6_w/s1600/DSC02506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dd9KQU884ZA/Tcq7sgEPb6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Dvwo6bWE6_w/s320/DSC02506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605499059412365218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q22pyje9CW8/Tcq7sXx5-8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/A2fMGDY_bSk/s1600/DSC02495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q22pyje9CW8/Tcq7sXx5-8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/A2fMGDY_bSk/s320/DSC02495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605499057187978178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKs7APn36rs/Tcq7rxua1wI/AAAAAAAAAmg/9nhDcS06eWQ/s1600/DSC02465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKs7APn36rs/Tcq7rxua1wI/AAAAAAAAAmg/9nhDcS06eWQ/s320/DSC02465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605499046972806914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon climbed the "Crack" and made it all the way to the top! we were soo proud of him!  I have no idea how someone could climb that but he did! Dan had fun swinging while Jon was climbing.  haha gotta love that boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-osQZEniJLHA/Tcq8yCisecI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/z9YtQ0FLSZA/s1600/DSC02517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-osQZEniJLHA/Tcq8yCisecI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/z9YtQ0FLSZA/s320/DSC02517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605500254077876674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WdSYywnBRu8/Tcq8x9DwgiI/AAAAAAAAAnI/6auRhn9jObY/s1600/DSC02521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WdSYywnBRu8/Tcq8x9DwgiI/AAAAAAAAAnI/6auRhn9jObY/s320/DSC02521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605500252605940258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvmCU5xIcRo/Tcq8xbpJfLI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_QXSe7YO4TQ/s1600/DSC02483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvmCU5xIcRo/Tcq8xbpJfLI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_QXSe7YO4TQ/s320/DSC02483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605500243635961010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-1283005991262803765?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1283005991262803765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=1283005991262803765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1283005991262803765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1283005991262803765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/05/rock-climbing.html' title='Rock Climbing'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cP8u2bAmmWE/Tcq7s69vnVI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ldcRNBkM4JI/s72-c/DSC02524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-6276022018572023275</id><published>2011-04-21T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:45:03.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love this game</title><content type='html'>We had an outdoor soccer game last night.  The score was 0-0 and the other team kicked the ball over the fence into the parking lot. We picked up a different soccer ball, threw it in, dribbled and scored.  Next thing we know the other team is crying "we weren't ready!" Seriously? What were you doing jumping in the mud puddles or looking at the birds??  Then the Ref asked how we would feel about not counting the goal.  Um having that goal would make us in the lead, but since we are better human beings we decided to let them have it.  We are now winning 4-1 with 5 minutes left in the game and after the other team complaining about everything they start doing hand balls and fouling us like crazy.  Oh don't worry the Ref's let them do it "because we are winning." Wow.  I know this is county soccer but seriously?  I'm glad we can win games with our integrity and skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had an indoor game in woods cross.  We pull up to the building and are greeted by this awful smell.  I get out of the car and Jon said "Bre don't step in the water"... oh?  "It isn't water."  Lovely.  Their sewer is overflowing and is on the field.  Yes... we did play on sewer infested soccer field that day.  Never have I felt so disgusting in my life.  But hey you just gotta love this game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-6276022018572023275?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6276022018572023275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=6276022018572023275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6276022018572023275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6276022018572023275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/04/gotta-love-this-game.html' title='Gotta love this game'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-8522320005507538521</id><published>2011-04-20T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T13:53:03.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>Day 9: A Place You Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzitZkIqGvE/Ta9G0AoCZjI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LH9AgPbZjiw/s1600/DSC02007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzitZkIqGvE/Ta9G0AoCZjI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LH9AgPbZjiw/s320/DSC02007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597770721179887154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot think of a place that I would have loved to be raised other than Seattle.  It is an amazing city.  I really believe it has shaped who I am and if I were raised in Utah I would not be the same person.  Seattle has such an easy going spirit about it and non judgemental and I believe that is why I am the same way.  It is easy being yourself in Seattle since everyone there is unique.  I am sooo happy that Jon was able to see where I grew up last year and the placed that made me who I am today.  I will always have a special place in my heart for Seattle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6r11Ot6zNM/Ta9Hm_1No0I/AAAAAAAAAmY/iI7x8NhFuEk/s1600/DSC02161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6r11Ot6zNM/Ta9Hm_1No0I/AAAAAAAAAmY/iI7x8NhFuEk/s320/DSC02161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597771597140042562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jheNGUhF6GU/Ta9HmpdPAjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/6rjdcTx2hbU/s1600/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jheNGUhF6GU/Ta9HmpdPAjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/6rjdcTx2hbU/s320/DSC02036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597771591133889074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-8522320005507538521?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8522320005507538521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=8522320005507538521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8522320005507538521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8522320005507538521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-9-blog-challenge.html' title='Day 9: Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzitZkIqGvE/Ta9G0AoCZjI/AAAAAAAAAmI/LH9AgPbZjiw/s72-c/DSC02007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-5702645333137916920</id><published>2011-04-19T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:28:38.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>day 8: a hobby of yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobby #1: Soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_ramcr5XrE/Ta21a1Tt5lI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/5AV22R6GPzM/s1600/297397484_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_ramcr5XrE/Ta21a1Tt5lI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/5AV22R6GPzM/s320/297397484_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597329384482399826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Jm0GLNIAAg/Ta21aqKWlEI/AAAAAAAAAlI/EFB1ptU_T7w/s1600/th_bresoccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Jm0GLNIAAg/Ta21aqKWlEI/AAAAAAAAAlI/EFB1ptU_T7w/s320/th_bresoccer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597329381490332738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5O1NUwqLuWY/Ta21adpEc5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/a3WSTqOLFqA/s1600/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5O1NUwqLuWY/Ta21adpEc5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/a3WSTqOLFqA/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597329378129507218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I started playing soccer in 4th grade it has been a release for me.  Sometimes you just really need to kick something and soccer is perfect for that!  I just love the game!  Jon and I play on an Indoor and Outdoor team with our friends and it's what I look forward to every week.  Being able to hang out with friends, play a sport I love, exercise, and get a good competitive attitude twice a week is what I live for!  Sometimes I wish I was back in Jr.High and High School where my life was soccer and that's all I did... I miss those days but I guess we all have to move on dont we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p_2ZDd-1AmM/Ta22rPnrO9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/D1Ha9T8N1OY/s1600/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p_2ZDd-1AmM/Ta22rPnrO9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/D1Ha9T8N1OY/s320/soccer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597330765934967762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobby #2 - Anything water sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5eC9ZOr_4k/Ta233nMsObI/AAAAAAAAAmA/oLiNGQ-X1UE/s1600/scuba%2Bin%2Bhawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5eC9ZOr_4k/Ta233nMsObI/AAAAAAAAAmA/oLiNGQ-X1UE/s320/scuba%2Bin%2Bhawaii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597332077934295474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ayfMyRfzdo/Ta233jiUgOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/PlNf1Hjw8UY/s1600/P7243498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ayfMyRfzdo/Ta233jiUgOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/PlNf1Hjw8UY/s320/P7243498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597332076951273698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_X3m0fxt55w/Ta233NAVoZI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8aJhLRoWIO0/s1600/smaller%2Bsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_X3m0fxt55w/Ta233NAVoZI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8aJhLRoWIO0/s320/smaller%2Bsize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597332070903161234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwszuRQmgVE/Ta23253IeNI/AAAAAAAAAlo/9e_hWB6__zo/s1600/th_surfing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwszuRQmgVE/Ta23253IeNI/AAAAAAAAAlo/9e_hWB6__zo/s320/th_surfing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597332065764276434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27zEyw5pMYI/Ta2323yuZDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/qZm8JMSUYWM/s1600/cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27zEyw5pMYI/Ta2323yuZDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/qZm8JMSUYWM/s320/cave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597332065208919090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love water sports! There's nothing like swimming on a hot day, or hiking down to a water fall in hawaii, or wakeboarding surrounded by beautiful red rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-5702645333137916920?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5702645333137916920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=5702645333137916920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5702645333137916920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5702645333137916920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-8-blog-challenge.html' title='Day 8: Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_ramcr5XrE/Ta21a1Tt5lI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/5AV22R6GPzM/s72-c/297397484_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-1960217928865177157</id><published>2011-04-14T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:30:57.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PaP-kWeXtc/TachA4imMEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/FgX08eIPNSI/s1600/bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PaP-kWeXtc/TachA4imMEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/FgX08eIPNSI/s320/bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595477361092341826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 7: an animal you'd love to keep as a pet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought having a bear would be an awesome pet.  When they are cubs they are absolutely adorable!  And just like those tigers that live with monks, I'm sure if you have them since they were cubs they'd learn to grow up with you and be careful with you??  Either way it would be a dream come true to hold a bear cub!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this awesome &lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?sid=14975699&amp;nid=148"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-1960217928865177157?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1960217928865177157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=1960217928865177157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1960217928865177157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1960217928865177157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-7-blog-challenge.html' title='Day 7: Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2PaP-kWeXtc/TachA4imMEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/FgX08eIPNSI/s72-c/bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-5349600065611669367</id><published>2011-04-13T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:05:40.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>day 6: your celebrity crush &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Smith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5nX_wqOf5A/TaYdw-rGuMI/AAAAAAAAAkw/EfhZdIBQIQc/s1600/fresh-prince-of-bel-air-will-smith-291x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5nX_wqOf5A/TaYdw-rGuMI/AAAAAAAAAkw/EfhZdIBQIQc/s320/fresh-prince-of-bel-air-will-smith-291x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595192314349140162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I can remember I've always LOVED Will Smith.  I grew up on Fresh Prince and totally feel in love with him.  I love that he's just a fun outgoing guy and all of his movies are all just fabulous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-5349600065611669367?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5349600065611669367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=5349600065611669367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5349600065611669367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5349600065611669367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-6-blog-challenge.html' title='Day 6: Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5nX_wqOf5A/TaYdw-rGuMI/AAAAAAAAAkw/EfhZdIBQIQc/s72-c/fresh-prince-of-bel-air-will-smith-291x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-1652486304507782909</id><published>2011-04-12T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T12:56:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>Day 5: Your Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWng2uHvsdY/TaSuGmFsmAI/AAAAAAAAAko/HAAKjkfOlQM/s1600/Reception%2B1%2B144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWng2uHvsdY/TaSuGmFsmAI/AAAAAAAAAko/HAAKjkfOlQM/s320/Reception%2B1%2B144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594788065427888130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad:&lt;br /&gt;I think I get alot of my goofiness from my dad.  He is caring but then also just loads of fun.  I know there's nothing that my dad wouldn't do for me.  I'm a sucker for my dad; if I don't know the answer my dad surely does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8530c16752f301e3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8530c16752f301e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330138854%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43B64BCBEC70AB9D3D6D4FC5096AE077D79BBD44.83E9C9B4E701702B156FCF296030CFA1ED902377%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8530c16752f301e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7ieZPb6i6-Tx2uvydAnzfV39HCA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8530c16752f301e3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330138854%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43B64BCBEC70AB9D3D6D4FC5096AE077D79BBD44.83E9C9B4E701702B156FCF296030CFA1ED902377%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8530c16752f301e3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7ieZPb6i6-Tx2uvydAnzfV39HCA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1T1siIYKpn0/TaSuGXGoBUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/vZjJxGKzWiY/s1600/98182595514_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1T1siIYKpn0/TaSuGXGoBUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/vZjJxGKzWiY/s320/98182595514_0_BG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594788061405250882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom:&lt;br /&gt;My Mom is my best friend. She's the first I call for everything and anything.  I love going home to her house everyday for lunch and just hanging out.  It definitely gets me through the day.  Her cooking is also fabulous!  Now that I have my own home and have to cook I appreciate her cooking much more.  She does so much for our family and is always the one looking out for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFqIyEhQGuE/TaStYUu2dOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/cC17aXdzwT4/s1600/DSC02250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rFqIyEhQGuE/TaStYUu2dOI/AAAAAAAAAkY/cC17aXdzwT4/s320/DSC02250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594787270494680290" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-1652486304507782909?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1652486304507782909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=1652486304507782909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1652486304507782909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1652486304507782909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-5-blog-challenge.html' title='Day 5: Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWng2uHvsdY/TaSuGmFsmAI/AAAAAAAAAko/HAAKjkfOlQM/s72-c/Reception%2B1%2B144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-3428995160881214297</id><published>2011-03-30T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T12:49:15.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>day 4: meaning behind your blog name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty self explanatory; Jon &amp; Bre Thorpe.  Thats me and my hubby.  Maybe I should have thought of something more original so that I could write something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started having a personal trainer at Golds Gym. Wow I used to think ladders in soccer practice was the worst.  Is it horrible after 7 minutes I turn to him begging for us to be done?  I thought I wasn't in bad shape, but wow.  It is definitely insane but I'm learning a lot.  And learning  a lot that I don't have much self determination and I really need someone yelling at me so I don't give up... at least when it comes to fitness.  Watch out everyone driving around me, I can hardly lift my arms to make a left hand turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-3428995160881214297?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3428995160881214297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=3428995160881214297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3428995160881214297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3428995160881214297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-blog-challenge.html' title='Day 4: Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-6237888950632011353</id><published>2011-03-28T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:34:57.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Blog Challenege</title><content type='html'>day 3: pet peeves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been very annoyed with people that do not act their age.  Making a commitment to do something means that you will do it.  There is no "oh sorry I just don't feel like it anymore."  That was high school.  We are now adults and you should take yourself seriously as an adult.  If you say something I except you are going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fJeki5DcyeE/TZDw35uhvoI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Y7eF5oevO7I/s1600/Mario_Grow_Up_Heather_Red_Shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fJeki5DcyeE/TZDw35uhvoI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Y7eF5oevO7I/s320/Mario_Grow_Up_Heather_Red_Shirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589231980746227330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that sneeze and do not cover up.  I have been involved with the health field long enough to know how many of those tiny germs are now flying my way making me want to hold my breath and duck for cover.  Honestly. And yes I did just put hand sanitizer on just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2-TPlxyWuM/TZDwwETYYmI/AAAAAAAAAkI/OgVIhI8ptR0/s1600/sneeze.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2-TPlxyWuM/TZDwwETYYmI/AAAAAAAAAkI/OgVIhI8ptR0/s320/sneeze.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589231846146204258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid scams.  Isn't it nice running into an old friend randomly... until they spill oh hey you need some life insurance, or oh hey you need to come be a part of this job.  Pretty sure that nice reunion we just had was just a ploy to get me within arms reach.  Thanks for nothing. Now I feel completely used and question our friendship altogether. Want some advice?  Oprah just told me that you don't need more than $70k for a family of 5 to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-6237888950632011353?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6237888950632011353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=6237888950632011353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6237888950632011353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6237888950632011353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3-blog-challenege.html' title='Day 3: Blog Challenege'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fJeki5DcyeE/TZDw35uhvoI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Y7eF5oevO7I/s72-c/Mario_Grow_Up_Heather_Red_Shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-3643664842938383086</id><published>2011-03-25T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T08:01:35.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>Day 2: Your Favorite Movie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BvdNOJ1cNQ/TYyq97T-jeI/AAAAAAAAAkA/RFeZdvXHYTQ/s1600/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BvdNOJ1cNQ/TYyq97T-jeI/AAAAAAAAAkA/RFeZdvXHYTQ/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588029218530168290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit... I'm Twilight Obsessed.  I never went and saw the first movie in the theaters, and it wasn't until 6 months after the movie was released that I actually read the books.  Jon was working in New York and I was pretty bored at home and my sister in law Katie suggested I read the books.  Lets just say I finished all of the books by the time Jon got back from NY.  It definitely made the time fly.  So I think I have this special connection with Edward comforting me when Jon was gone. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie isn't really at all like the books, but with how much I LOVED the book, the movie reminds me of how much I love the book.  Bella's acting is pathetic but I still love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAM EDWARD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-3643664842938383086?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3643664842938383086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=3643664842938383086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3643664842938383086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3643664842938383086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2-blog-challenge.html' title='Day 2: Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BvdNOJ1cNQ/TYyq97T-jeI/AAAAAAAAAkA/RFeZdvXHYTQ/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-5921016513360555192</id><published>2011-03-24T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:52:03.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>day 1: recent picture of yourself and 5 interesting facts about you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent Picture of yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9giM05F0Lw/TYtjsW_9q9I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/lh_DCpjQVL8/s1600/bre7890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9giM05F0Lw/TYtjsW_9q9I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/lh_DCpjQVL8/s320/bre7890.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587669376422489042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I hate cherries.  The thought of it makes me think of NyQuil and that stuff is just disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_ao_Xh_7Ic/TYtn0YscZhI/AAAAAAAAAjo/PZMB8Cst1gI/s1600/cherries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_ao_Xh_7Ic/TYtn0YscZhI/AAAAAAAAAjo/PZMB8Cst1gI/s320/cherries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587673912362952210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: I have had 8 surgeries and 4 broken since turning 12.  That puts me at about 1 surgery/broken bone a year!  Insurance for me is a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KP2oL7ez_7E/TYtm7-mPLcI/AAAAAAAAAjg/UWeeDZyyIMw/s1600/4497_1148571108374_1050452175_439036_3437785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KP2oL7ez_7E/TYtm7-mPLcI/AAAAAAAAAjg/UWeeDZyyIMw/s320/4497_1148571108374_1050452175_439036_3437785_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587672943284923842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: When I was in 3rd grade I overdosed on peanut butter and was allergic to peanuts for about 2 years. True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6yMon8Bg1c/TYtoL0zgl2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Uar78gE1LDs/s1600/kid_mess_with_peanut_butter_xlarge.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6yMon8Bg1c/TYtoL0zgl2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/Uar78gE1LDs/s320/kid_mess_with_peanut_butter_xlarge.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587674315045771106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: I do consider my dog my child.  Until I have a real child of my own I will continue to let Milo sleep under my covers and give me kisses.  Who can't love that little guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGIOlhp8n1Q/TYtmkSjP3cI/AAAAAAAAAjY/rnRcZugvRBs/s1600/DSC022961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGIOlhp8n1Q/TYtmkSjP3cI/AAAAAAAAAjY/rnRcZugvRBs/s320/DSC022961.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587672536324234690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Every time that I have cried to get out of a ticket, I've gotten a ticket.  Every time I have not cried, I have not gotten a ticket....  Anyone that says girls can get anything by crying is seriously mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8FUXFgeuR5o/TYtomMHOouI/AAAAAAAAAj4/LeNO7xiR8cg/s1600/crying-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8FUXFgeuR5o/TYtomMHOouI/AAAAAAAAAj4/LeNO7xiR8cg/s320/crying-girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587674767979094754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-5921016513360555192?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5921016513360555192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=5921016513360555192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5921016513360555192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5921016513360555192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1-blog-challenge.html' title='Day 1: Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9giM05F0Lw/TYtjsW_9q9I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/lh_DCpjQVL8/s72-c/bre7890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-533265479484280332</id><published>2011-03-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:27:41.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwPrrCqAkHU/TYti0Th9VEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KJvU8ZLkJk4/s1600/DSC02081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwPrrCqAkHU/TYti0Th9VEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KJvU8ZLkJk4/s320/DSC02081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587668413418656834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Jon's Birthday!!  On Sunday my family had a birthday party for Jon where he got his present from my parents and I; a Nail Gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lh4pjurYzlk/TYtgav8HtbI/AAAAAAAAAio/m9IhyaQIjKY/s1600/DSC02281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lh4pjurYzlk/TYtgav8HtbI/AAAAAAAAAio/m9IhyaQIjKY/s320/DSC02281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587665775344727474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little spoiled but he deserved it!  Then yesterday we all went out to lunch and my brother gave him Call Of Duty for the XBox... I might not be seeing him for awhile. =)  Last night we went to the Grizzly game with some of Jon's friends.  It was pretty fun and an awesome game! Grizzlies went into overtime and ended up loosing in a shoot out AND there was a pretty awesome fight that broke out, not bad not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jnrow5bzDCU/TYthUPnPe-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/W8TaKYsYc5o/s1600/DSC02312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jnrow5bzDCU/TYthUPnPe-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/W8TaKYsYc5o/s320/DSC02312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587666763099634658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmeFg9biNZQ/TYthTyGZR-I/AAAAAAAAAiw/szIsoO7rUmk/s1600/DSC02315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmeFg9biNZQ/TYthTyGZR-I/AAAAAAAAAiw/szIsoO7rUmk/s320/DSC02315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587666755177236450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for Jon and everything that he does for me.  He works so hard and is constantly there for me doing anything he can to put a smile on my face.  &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NslwEKkGKjM/TYtiMe-KvII/AAAAAAAAAjA/kITuvF0m44g/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NslwEKkGKjM/TYtiMe-KvII/AAAAAAAAAjA/kITuvF0m44g/s320/image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587667729294998658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-533265479484280332?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/533265479484280332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=533265479484280332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/533265479484280332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/533265479484280332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-jon.html' title='Happy Birthday Jon!'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwPrrCqAkHU/TYti0Th9VEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KJvU8ZLkJk4/s72-c/DSC02081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-6848059432956933746</id><published>2011-03-22T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:59:59.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Games... and such</title><content type='html'>So this blog challenge isn't going so well... sad to say I have no recent pictures! We'll hold off on this challenge until I get some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of this month work participated in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Winter Corporate Games."&lt;/span&gt;  To our defense we are a much smaller company than most of the companies we were competing with.  Other companies would hold try outs while we just begged people to participate.  I participated in 4 events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ping Pong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpdCabiKDDg/TYkLOZMc4qI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VJAsJiF2Lbo/s1600/ping%2Bpong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpdCabiKDDg/TYkLOZMc4qI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VJAsJiF2Lbo/s320/ping%2Bpong.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587009154638996130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I were on the same team... didn't go so well but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVD_hb12Y9k/TYkLkUTj7aI/AAAAAAAAAiY/kGxl5SmVt4c/s1600/Dodgeball.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVD_hb12Y9k/TYkLkUTj7aI/AAAAAAAAAiY/kGxl5SmVt4c/s320/Dodgeball.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587009531283762594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp05M5aXhK8/TYkL-Gk2DYI/AAAAAAAAAig/J_1BJu1YSMs/s1600/soccer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kp05M5aXhK8/TYkL-Gk2DYI/AAAAAAAAAig/J_1BJu1YSMs/s320/soccer.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587009974274755970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up playing 3 games (50 mins each) in a row with only 1 guy sub... pretty sure I lost 5 lbs that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Volleyball&lt;/span&gt; but I don't have any pictures back from that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church on Sunday was interesting too.  Teaching the Sunbeams is the best birth control.  For the first time I can officially say that I was spat on by a child.  Yes a big, juicy, pool of spit landed perfectly on my wedding ring.  Sweet.  I constantly keep cleaning my ring just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo has graduated and now is good enough that he can be left out of his kennel while we are gone.  He still stays in his kennel while we are at work but is left out when we go out at night.  He gets VERY confused by this.  He has learned that when we lock the door and put our shoes on its time to go and he runs into his kennel without being told.  When we leave and his kennel is not locked he gets very confused.  Last night Jon spent 20 mins trying to figure out what show to leave on for milo to watch when we were gone.  Animal Plant was the pick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-6848059432956933746?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6848059432956933746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=6848059432956933746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6848059432956933746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6848059432956933746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/03/corporate-games-and-such.html' title='Corporate Games... and such'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpdCabiKDDg/TYkLOZMc4qI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VJAsJiF2Lbo/s72-c/ping%2Bpong.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2074634757175420587</id><published>2011-03-18T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T08:09:31.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty bad about not writting in the blog lately and saw this challenge and figured hey why not? It would probably get me writting more.  So here is the challenge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1:&lt;/span&gt; recent picture of yourself and 5 interesting facts about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day 2: &lt;/span&gt;your favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3:&lt;/span&gt; pet peeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day 4:&lt;/span&gt; meaning behind your blog name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day 5:&lt;/span&gt; your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 6:&lt;/span&gt; your celebrity crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day 7:&lt;/span&gt; an animal you'd love to keep as a pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 8: &lt;/span&gt;a hobby of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day 9:&lt;/span&gt; a place you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 10:&lt;/span&gt; a person you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 11: &lt;/span&gt;favorite tv shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 12:&lt;/span&gt; photo of you taken ten years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day 13:&lt;/span&gt; something you're afraid of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 14:&lt;/span&gt; your makeup bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 15:&lt;/span&gt; your family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 16: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;something you're looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 17:&lt;/span&gt; favorite book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 18:&lt;/span&gt; what makes you different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 19:&lt;/span&gt; something you bought recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 20:&lt;/span&gt; favorite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day 21:&lt;/span&gt; your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 22:&lt;/span&gt; a place you've traveled to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day 23:&lt;/span&gt; favorite recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day 24:&lt;/span&gt; favorite photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day 25:&lt;/span&gt; plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day 26: &lt;/span&gt;a habit you wish you didn't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day 27:&lt;/span&gt; a picture of you last year and a picture of you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 28:&lt;/span&gt; something that stresses you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 29:&lt;/span&gt; put your ipod on shuffle, what are the first ten songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day 30:&lt;/span&gt; photo of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-2074634757175420587?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2074634757175420587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2074634757175420587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2074634757175420587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2074634757175420587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-challenge.html' title='Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2246200760544305410</id><published>2011-02-01T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:35:35.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT PETS WRITE IN THEIR DIARIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Excerpts from a Dog's Diary...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TUiKBjEn3SI/AAAAAAAAAiI/feQ0_qNwVWk/s1600/99273eac20a9__1285335952000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with my people! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! 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In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.  I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.  However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.  I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.  However, I could hear the noises and smell the food.  I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.'  I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.  I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.  The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return.  He is obviously retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird has got to be an informant.  I observe him communicating with the guards regularly.  I am certain that he reports my every move.  My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.  For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-2246200760544305410?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2246200760544305410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2246200760544305410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2246200760544305410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2246200760544305410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-pets-write-in-their-diaries.html' title='WHAT PETS WRITE IN THEIR DIARIES'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TUiKBjEn3SI/AAAAAAAAAiI/feQ0_qNwVWk/s72-c/99273eac20a9__1285335952000.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-6149784474966041305</id><published>2011-01-31T15:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:41:29.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I accept!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had the Thorpe family dinner.  We were talking about Peter and Katie going on a cruise and they asked Jon and I if something were to happen to them if we would take care of their kids.  Without even thinking I said of course. And they said we're serious, and I said I am too.  When I got home I thought about it more.  What a life changing experience it would be if Riley and Emma were now part of our little family.  Everything would change but we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; those kids.  And then thinking that Peter and Katie would trust us with their most precious possessions is even more special.  Just thinking about it makes me realize really how great a families love is that we would change our lives to support each other. I accept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-6149784474966041305?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6149784474966041305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=6149784474966041305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6149784474966041305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6149784474966041305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-accept.html' title='I accept!'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-3031015930864231121</id><published>2010-12-22T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:41:43.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday DaleLene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is DaleLene's Birthday!  It's been just over a year ago that she &lt;a href="http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-will-be-missed.html"&gt;passed away&lt;/a&gt;.  Even though she's not here with us anymore I still think of her daily and love her more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRJiIfjyjXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/99B4iwSMgoI/s1600/DSC02251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRJiIfjyjXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/99B4iwSMgoI/s320/DSC02251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553609188551331186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  (Cindy, Kelsey, Mom, Me, Jessica, Cindy at lunch for DaleLene's Birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have not lost her... I know right where she is" - Randy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WE LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&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/610181475034029811-3031015930864231121?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3031015930864231121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=3031015930864231121&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3031015930864231121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3031015930864231121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-dalelene.html' title='Happy Birthday DaleLene'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRJiIfjyjXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/99B4iwSMgoI/s72-c/DSC02251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-6993449637259231344</id><published>2010-12-22T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:46:55.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying at Sundance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIqSDd1wPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1EG07uHo540/s1600/DSC02235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIqSDd1wPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1EG07uHo540/s320/DSC02235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553547780157718770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work paid for Jon and I to stay over night and ski up at Sundance.  The rooms are cute little cottages and the skiing was actually really good.  They were having demos on Ski's and Snowboards so Jon tried skis out and Dad tried snowboarding.  They both rocked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIombx0UqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-Uy6l4YcQr0/s1600/DSC02221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIombx0UqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/-Uy6l4YcQr0/s320/DSC02221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553545931258090146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Bride and Groom Skiing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIqR206hAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/60fmnfbUfNc/s1600/DSC02208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIqR206hAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/60fmnfbUfNc/s320/DSC02208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553547776764838914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun that my dad works for the company too so him and my mom stayed at Sundance with us.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIrHCzwNyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/b8f5zWEpilw/s1600/DSC02237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIrHCzwNyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/b8f5zWEpilw/s320/DSC02237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553548690514261794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sundance has fabulous Sunday Brunch that Jon always dreams about!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIrGv7roXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/seUAgTmpwqE/s1600/DSC02227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIrGv7roXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/seUAgTmpwqE/s320/DSC02227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553548685447242098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIrHpZj8zI/AAAAAAAAAhE/SfqBUszlG_4/s1600/DSC02232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIrHpZj8zI/AAAAAAAAAhE/SfqBUszlG_4/s320/DSC02232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553548700873388850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-6993449637259231344?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6993449637259231344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=6993449637259231344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6993449637259231344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6993449637259231344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/12/staying-at-sundance.html' title='Staying at Sundance'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIqSDd1wPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1EG07uHo540/s72-c/DSC02235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2799267299011850302</id><published>2010-12-22T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:16:32.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Party at Sundance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIkEJuP2nI/AAAAAAAAAgU/su1mRV9reWI/s1600/DSC_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIkEJuP2nI/AAAAAAAAAgU/su1mRV9reWI/s320/DSC_0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553540944249215602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in charge of our Company Holiday Party again this year and decided  to host it at Sundance!  It was pretty stressful planning at party for  200 people all by myself with the President of the Company breathing  down my neck wanting it to be absolute perfect, and I believe it was.  I  haven't heard one bad thing about it.  My Santa and Mrs. Claus was  wonderful, and our string quartet was the frosting on the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIkC_agrUI/AAAAAAAAAf0/A8GfSdiIlx0/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIkC_agrUI/AAAAAAAAAf0/A8GfSdiIlx0/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553540924302208322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIkDp2fcDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/nM7N0rjhlgk/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIkDp2fcDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/nM7N0rjhlgk/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553540935693856818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRJcjmrcY-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/6rpeJQX-Ffc/s1600/DSC_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRJcjmrcY-I/AAAAAAAAAhM/6rpeJQX-Ffc/s320/DSC_0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553603057249182690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIkDPdlsuI/AAAAAAAAAf8/p_SaWxBVax8/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIkDPdlsuI/AAAAAAAAAf8/p_SaWxBVax8/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553540928610087650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIkEIztSuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/mcU0sjO5ejM/s1600/DSC_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIkEIztSuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/mcU0sjO5ejM/s320/DSC_0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553540944003680994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-2799267299011850302?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2799267299011850302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2799267299011850302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2799267299011850302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2799267299011850302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday-party-at-sundance.html' title='Holiday Party at Sundance'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TRIkEJuP2nI/AAAAAAAAAgU/su1mRV9reWI/s72-c/DSC_0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-6406770992060353598</id><published>2010-12-13T10:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:03:50.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally here!</title><content type='html'>This semester is finally over!! And with a teacher going into labor with 3 weeks left from class I pulled off a B+ in Physiology and an A in my Chemistry lab; which means I am done with my prereqs for Nursing and am able to apply for Nursing Programs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get into a school I only have 4 semesters before I am a RN, unless I pay extra and go to a private school I should be done in 2-3 semesters.  Now the fun part; trying to figure out how we can afford school/me not working until I am able to graduate.  Life is always full of surprises&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-6406770992060353598?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6406770992060353598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=6406770992060353598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6406770992060353598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6406770992060353598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-finally-here.html' title='It&apos;s finally here!'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-3838952924895611770</id><published>2010-11-19T13:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T13:47:58.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting cold outside!</title><content type='html'>I would first like to say... I am not one to dress my dog up. However there are some circumstances that this is acceptable.  One being Halloween.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TObsysPWR0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/vvKjCBZG904/s1600/683ccb68e4f2__1288889239000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TObsysPWR0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/vvKjCBZG904/s320/683ccb68e4f2__1288889239000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541376747139123010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Milo was a fantastic Captain Hook for Halloween this year.  I'm sad that I didn't get a picture of all of us together; Jon was Peter Pan, I was Tinkerbell and Milo of course was Captain Hook.  At first Milo didn't love the costume, but when he found out that when he wore it he got ALOT of attention and got to go to fun places (we took him to our wards trunk or treat where he sat next to the car like a pro and had many kids pet him; pretty sure he was in doggy heaven).&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you are saying wow you really treat this dog like your child, but anyone that has met my dog can agree that this dog has a personality of his own.  He loves our renters Ashley and Erika that live downstairs.  He greets all of their friends with a big smile and wagging of the tail; however if you happen to be a male he is not happy.  He barks and barks and will stare at them through the little space between the door and the floor and lets them know he is not happy with you being there.  Now if your a guy friend of mine or Jon's you are more than welcome in our house.  Pretty sure he thinks that Ashley and Erika are his girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Milo has very little fur.  He is 100% muscle, no fat, and no fur.  So now that the weather has changed he literally has to sleep under the blankets.  If you're cuddling in a blanket on the couch he will come up and paw at the top of the blanket and start stuffing his head under the blanket until he is completely submerged under the blanket. We have some throw blankets in our bedroom that he will wiggle his little nose underneath, get the blanket on his back and walk around the house with a blanket on his back.  So it was inevitable......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TObvpFTwQCI/AAAAAAAAAfc/h7hUDfkGbtk/s1600/08fe50579428__1288889586000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TObvpFTwQCI/AAAAAAAAAfc/h7hUDfkGbtk/s320/08fe50579428__1288889586000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541379880604680226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TObvpTiDA5I/AAAAAAAAAfk/QhsO9WtZjAI/s1600/412daebb0551__1288889431000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TObvpTiDA5I/AAAAAAAAAfk/QhsO9WtZjAI/s320/412daebb0551__1288889431000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541379884422726546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TObwEz_wSgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/2PcFn3tzo8g/s1600/bb_784_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TObwEz_wSgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/2PcFn3tzo8g/s320/bb_784_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541380356993731074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course I would get him one with a soccer ball on it =)  He actually LOVES this sweatshirt.  If he's not wearing it he'll go and get it and cuddle with it.  The only problem is we have to remember to roll it up when he goes to the bathroom.... good thing that dog loves his showers and we can just turn the shower on and throw him in there by himself at midnight when we forget to roll it up =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-3838952924895611770?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3838952924895611770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=3838952924895611770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3838952924895611770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3838952924895611770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-getting-cold-outside.html' title='It&apos;s getting cold outside!'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TObsysPWR0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/vvKjCBZG904/s72-c/683ccb68e4f2__1288889239000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-5013752091833168058</id><published>2010-11-03T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:17:33.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Weeks left of class...</title><content type='html'>and its official.  My Teacher has gone into labor.  She's early so is on bedrest andIV's... this could either be REALLY good or REALLY bad. She said she has a substitute to come in and teach or her husband will come in.  Well the only other time she had mentioned her husband was when she said to the class "Now you all understand that the body receives blood at the same time and not just one side at a time right?"  we all stared at her like is this a serious question? "Well my husband didn't understand that so just making sure you all did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-5013752091833168058?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5013752091833168058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=5013752091833168058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5013752091833168058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5013752091833168058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/11/4-weeks-left-of-class.html' title='4 Weeks left of class...'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-1762544274362177328</id><published>2010-10-04T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T07:48:25.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When is your "engagement"  anniversary?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 17th 2008;  but we don't really celebrate that, we do celebrate the first day we met though, Oct 16th 2006 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When is your "marriage" anniversary?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 15, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where were you married?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Salt Lake City Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did you meet?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Funny story actually.  My best friend Jessica really wanted to go to this guys house. "its like a 30:1 ratio Bre!" Pulling my arm we went on our way.  Then I saw Jon.  Oh cute Jon! I didn't even look at the 30 other guys. A bunch of us were goofing around with some handcuffs and seeing who could get out of them. (i.e. handcuffing peoples feet together and what not) I ended up hand cuffing my foot to Jon's hand... and we couldn't get out.... and Jon's friend David who had the key had just left.... so Jon and I were stuck Hand and Foot together for a couple hours.  We've been unseperable ever since =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who asked who out first?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Jon asked me out to the symphony for extra credit for his class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who kissed who first?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Jon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who said "I love you"  first?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Jon did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long did you date/court before you got engaged?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who proposed?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Jon did.  He's adorable.  We went sledding, then went and saw 27 dresses and then went on a carriage ride around downtown where our horse went crazy and kept running into the street on red lights.  By then I kinda new what was up and was just waiting for it, well it didnt happen on the carriage ride and we went to the dinner at the roof.  Still didn't happen??? We then walked around Temple square and stopped in front of the "Mermaid Fountain" (the one on the south side of the Temple that looks like a clam shell) and he hugged me and I heard his heart going thump thump thump and just started laughing.  By then I knew it had to be close. Poor guy; don't know what he was so nervous about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long have you known your spouse?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where did you go on your honeymoon?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruise to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any kids?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How  many kids do you want or already have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;We're thinking 3 is a good number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any house pets?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Milo.  We LOVE LOVE him if you couldn't tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite vacation spot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're lucky that we have been able to go on alot of vacations together.  First one was to Disneyworld so that will always be special.  Recently to Seattle which was so fun to show Jon where I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you live in the city or out in the country?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a City Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who works and who stays at home?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;We both work but eventually this market will turn around and I'll be the stay at home mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is taller?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Jon is by like a foot.  Okay just a half a foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is older?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Jon's 6 months older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you from the same hometown?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon is Utah through and through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who had more boyfriends/girlfriends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who gets more jealous?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;In the beginning me, but now we know there's nothing to be jealous about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does your spouse give you  flowers often?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he buys lots of trees for the backyard; does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What pet names do you use  for each other?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty sure we just call eachother Bre and Jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's something funny about your spouse that others may not know?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;well he acts shy to others, but at home he's crazy!! Making up songs and running around and just screaming all the time.  Goofball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you do in your  free-time together?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Usually take Milo on walks.  He likes that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who does the laundry?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Jon does alot of it actually, but I'd say its more half and half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who wakes up earlier?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who pays the bills?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Jon pays the mortgage, I pay everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is better with the computer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say 50/50. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who cooks more? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating Jon used to cook all the time for me, ever since we've been married. NEVER lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is more stubborn?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;I am.  Jon's pretty easy going and says not to really worry about stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is difficult for you right now as a couple?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out how to pay for my schooling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who has more siblings?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Jon.  He's got 4 siblings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is messier?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;when it comes to eating; Jon.  He leaves the wrappers everywhere!  I'm horrible at keeping the closet clean though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who takes longer showers?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;Me.  Have you seen how much hair I have these days??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who worries more?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;I do for sure!! I need to know everything about anything! Jon takes a different approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your spouse's best  physical feature?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;I love his callused hands.  He works so hard for our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is more outgoing?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;When Jon knows everyone, Jon for sure.  You can't stop that boy.  He needs to be doing something constantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your spouse's  greatest quality?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;He's so caring and slow to judge others.  People tend to bug me alot and Jon is everyones friend no matter what.  He's such a hard worker and is constantly working on ways to improve our lives whether its working on our house or doing little jobs for other people on the side.  He never thinks about himself and is always making sure that I'm happy.  Love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leave a piece of advice for other couples.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyones going to have their up and downs but its how you deal with them that make the difference.&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/610181475034029811-1762544274362177328?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1762544274362177328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=1762544274362177328&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1762544274362177328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1762544274362177328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/10/facts.html' title='The Facts'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-3086353622601300858</id><published>2010-09-30T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T14:30:02.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to being the "cool" aunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TKTsNlU-DQI/AAAAAAAAAes/StF46vILups/s1600/229b1c14a0f9__1285789099000.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nephew Riley recently went to a Superhero Birthday Party and came back with a home made table cloth cape and loved it.  It got me thinking about the cape that my mom made me when I was about his age and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TKTsMKnYgQI/AAAAAAAAAeU/elH_6dKxTgQ/s1600/bre+cape.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TKTsMKnYgQI/AAAAAAAAAeU/elH_6dKxTgQ/s320/bre+cape.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522798736815194370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was decided that I would make each of my nephews a cape of their own!  My mom took me shopping and we started our little project.  I cut she sewed; it worked out great.  They are Batman/Superman reversible capes.  Here is the finished project....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TKTsMV9wJVI/AAAAAAAAAec/LspJi_QEW-Q/s1600/81286f1df203__1285789074000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TKTsMV9wJVI/AAAAAAAAAec/LspJi_QEW-Q/s320/81286f1df203__1285789074000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522798739861808466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TKTsNPhXNWI/AAAAAAAAAek/5dLVBHGazYI/s1600/2f3e0eab38b4__1285749749000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TKTsNPhXNWI/AAAAAAAAAek/5dLVBHGazYI/s320/2f3e0eab38b4__1285749749000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522798755311990114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we each have the batman side on... my brother in law Steve can show off the Superman side of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TKUBGDaidYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/CZcjNNFAHd4/s1600/229b1c14a0f9__1285789099000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TKUBGDaidYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/CZcjNNFAHd4/s320/229b1c14a0f9__1285789099000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522821721547240834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its safe to say that my nephews love their Aunt Bre Bre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS MOM!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-3086353622601300858?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3086353622601300858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=3086353622601300858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3086353622601300858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3086353622601300858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/09/dedicated-to-being-cool-aunt.html' title='Dedicated to being the &quot;cool&quot; aunt'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TKTsMKnYgQI/AAAAAAAAAeU/elH_6dKxTgQ/s72-c/bre+cape.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-143441113377501990</id><published>2010-09-22T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T08:44:03.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It rains 9 months of the year in Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJog3j4lDDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/R1hKtsuLLpU/s1600/DSC02048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJog3j4lDDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/R1hKtsuLLpU/s320/DSC02048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519760432193408050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon and I along with our good friends Jessica and DJ took an  adventure to Seattle this past weekend for my birthday. I have been  wanting to take Jon there for awhile to show him around my "hometown"  and when he said he wanted to go somewhere for my birthday this year;  Seattle just sounded like the best idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first did the "Ride the Duck" around the City.  It was pretty fun and the drivers were ridiculous, worth $25? Not 100% sure but it was a great way to see Lake Union and the Sleepless in Seattle house.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJoghijB3zI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lBm-faugsLA/s1600/DSC01991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJoghijB3zI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lBm-faugsLA/s320/DSC01991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519760053877464882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went on the Underground Seattle Tour.  I lived there for 15 years and never did it; so it was definitely worth the $15.  Jon really enjoyed it at well =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJocKXRHxDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/60AF8SsKpVA/s1600/DSC02050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJocKXRHxDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/60AF8SsKpVA/s320/DSC02050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519755257666061362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a cruise on Lake Washington out of Kirkland to see the homes on Lake Washington.  It was alot of fun; however I still have not convinced Jon that we want to move to Seattle. In his words "If I had 30 million dollars to buy a house; it wouldn't be on Lake Washington." Apparently I still need to do more convincing on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJocJv4zGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/Xf3lvTzVgEw/s1600/DSC02103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJocJv4zGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/Xf3lvTzVgEw/s320/DSC02103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519755247095060994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJocJQ2y_xI/AAAAAAAAAcg/LiYEySeg-Oc/s1600/DSC02120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJocJQ2y_xI/AAAAAAAAAcg/LiYEySeg-Oc/s320/DSC02120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519755238765166354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJobfKPizaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/VDA6XYO1sQo/s1600/DSC02133.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Locks were really fun and we were able to see a couple boats come through.  Nothing like the summer time where they cram 50 boats in, but enough to show the concept of it. And hey it was free! Nothing beats free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJobe-ZBllI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_HFa_HYKnmY/s1600/DSC02135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJobe-ZBllI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_HFa_HYKnmY/s320/DSC02135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519754512253949522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessica Klein and Andrew Elliott 2 of my childhood best friends came to the Mariners game with us.  It was soo much fun seeing them. However getting Jon and Andrew together always is a sign of trouble.  When Andrew came to visit us in SLC this past spring we went out to sushi and Andrew dared Jon to eat the whole roll of wasabi--- of course Jon did.  Then we went out for hot wings and Andrew dared Jon to get the hottest hot wings that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wing Coop &lt;/span&gt;could make.  And he did. (of course I'm the one that has to deal with the complaining and screaming of the stomach later)  So what else would Andrew do at the Mariners game besides dare Jon to eat all of the garlic on the garlic fries at once.  It was unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJobedKJhlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/YP5jElhAkBQ/s1600/DSC02154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJobedKJhlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/YP5jElhAkBQ/s320/DSC02154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519754503333185106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJobeJWUq8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/AiebLkb8_fI/s1600/DSC02155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJobeJWUq8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/AiebLkb8_fI/s320/DSC02155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519754498015538114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though Jon doesn't want to live on Lake Washington, he said the town of Snoqualmie would be awesome to live in. Go figure?  Here is us at Snoqualmie Falls.  They are doing major construction at it and had the hike down to the falls closed off. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJobd_9OHQI/AAAAAAAAAb4/u4law2AOL5A/s1600/DSC02159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJobd_9OHQI/AAAAAAAAAb4/u4law2AOL5A/s320/DSC02159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519754495494331650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the Space Needle was fabulous! You can always rely on Seattle for rain and it was no exception while we were there (I loved it; Jon felt differently) but the rain held off for the hour we were eating.  I always new Seattle cared about me =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJocK-_D8_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/dLIP8w3WJLM/s1600/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJocK-_D8_I/AAAAAAAAAdA/dLIP8w3WJLM/s320/DSC02036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519755268327732210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJoa6INKrlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tJDAV2fyQDg/s1600/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJoa6INKrlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tJDAV2fyQDg/s320/DSC02020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519753879233408594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJoa6S9p4vI/AAAAAAAAAbw/sbJ772w3xeU/s1600/DSC02022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJoa6S9p4vI/AAAAAAAAAbw/sbJ772w3xeU/s320/DSC02022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519753882121134834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our awesome dessert at the Needle.  It has been served ever since it opened.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJodGgeiltI/AAAAAAAAAdI/G4cjquUwisc/s1600/DSC02032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJodGgeiltI/AAAAAAAAAdI/G4cjquUwisc/s320/DSC02032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519756290930415314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can go to Seattle and not visit Pikes Place.  It was just a short distance from our hotel so we walked there a couple times.... in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJoa5o0V4PI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gW2OC6rsspk/s1600/DSC02007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJoa5o0V4PI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gW2OC6rsspk/s320/DSC02007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519753870807785714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and I were in the love with all the flowers.  I remembered there being lots of flowers, but it never ceases to amaze me really how many flowers they have there, and for so cheap too!  Those huge beautiful bouquets of flowers were only....... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$5!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJoa58bp8cI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5vB01_cmu58/s1600/DSC02012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJoa58bp8cI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5vB01_cmu58/s320/DSC02012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519753876072952258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We rode the monorail over to the Seattle Center and had some lunch and fun walking around.  We were all looking at the beautiful fountain when all the sudden Jon was gone.  I love that silly boy!  He sure had a crowd cheering him on as he ran through the fountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJocKLrS3sI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Fonil89Pxyg/s1600/DSC02078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJocKLrS3sI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Fonil89Pxyg/s320/DSC02078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519755254554615490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Fremont Troll was on my lists of "to dos" however it was funny how we stumbled upon it completely on accident while we tried to find Roxy Diner for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJoa5JYQGII/AAAAAAAAAbQ/7xfbEEPjlH0/s1600/DSC01961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJoa5JYQGII/AAAAAAAAAbQ/7xfbEEPjlH0/s320/DSC01961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519753862368467074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall it was an awesome vacation and I loved every rainy minute of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-143441113377501990?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/143441113377501990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=143441113377501990&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/143441113377501990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/143441113377501990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-rains-9-months-of-year-in-seattle.html' title='It rains 9 months of the year in Seattle'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TJog3j4lDDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/R1hKtsuLLpU/s72-c/DSC02048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-1682715763605224965</id><published>2010-09-02T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:40:24.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life is a Movie</title><content type='html'>Jon and I went to Lagoon last Saturday.  The fun really started when Jon and I left the park to go find food.  We had to travel to centerville to even find a hint of food.  We we're cruising around state trying to find what to eat.  (note: 2 people who "don't care" make it quite difficult to decide on a place to eat)  We passed by a Little Ceasers Pizza and a Walmart.  Jon comes to the conclusion that I drop him off at Walmart for him to grab drinks while I run and get a hot 'n ready pepperoni pizza.  After picking up the pizza I head back to Walmart to pick Jon up.  He wasn't outside so I called him and he said oh you're already there? well what do you want to drink. (How has he not got drinks yet?) I said whatver just hurry.  Next think I know here's Jon coming out of Walmart with a liter of Rasperry Lemonade, an 8 oz of mtn dew, and... donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't worry, the liter of lemonade was just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed back to the park and we were determined to get "awesome" parking.  We drove around for awhile not finding anything and then Jon wanted to go on this "other" side.  The "park in the grass or dirt areas with pot holes the size of texas."  Of course we ran into a worker who then forced us into parking over there.  Darn you Jon I didn't want to park out here!  So us being the dare devils we are pushed the gas when the guy wasn't looked and tried to go back to the normal parking.  Well that didn't work; we got forced out of the park by a different parking person and had to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up taking the first spot we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and I got on the musical twirly ride.  (the one were you keep going  in circles and go faster and faster getting pushed more and more into  each other.)  We sat down and started getting buckled in when this mom  walked up to us and said that they wouldn't let all 3 of her kids ride  with her and would we be willing to have her son sit with us.  "um..  Sure" Wasn't expecting that at all.  He was probably about 4 and was way  more thrilled about the ride than Jon and I so we buckled him and  waited for the ride to start.  After thinking for a second I said..  "Isn't this the ride on the Sandlot where all the boys throw up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both looked at each other pretty nervous.  And here we go....  The boy started out loving it laughing and throwing his hands in the air; about halfway through his face dramatically changed and I got pretty nervous.  Jon and I exchanged looks and just held on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily this story does not end bad but only with the sigh of relief that the ride didn't last any longer than it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/zhRO5EYMuBc/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhRO5EYMuBc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhRO5EYMuBc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-1682715763605224965?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1682715763605224965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=1682715763605224965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1682715763605224965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1682715763605224965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-life-is-movie.html' title='My Life is a Movie'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2032935405242709718</id><published>2010-08-16T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T15:38:58.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's my rant of little things</title><content type='html'>Yey for summer school being over with!&lt;br /&gt;BOOO for it starting again next week! Can't we just catch a break!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey for a healthy mom and baby Kye!&lt;br /&gt;Booo for Jessica standing me up for our lunch date to have baby Kye! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey for Milo learning this past few months how to sleep on his bed at night!&lt;br /&gt;Booo for him still sneaking up on the bed once and while and having me wake up to a dead leg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey for a very productive Board Meeting this past week which included a General from Mexico, and Security Officials from Bahamas and Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Boo to it going so well that now my dad is in Brasil getting them ready for devices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey for a super fun trip at Flaming Gorge for the 24th of July&lt;br /&gt;Booo to getting sunburned and my delicious tan peeling off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TGm3d8_cQkI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/AK7rqfkE68E/s1600/38013_1165074943054_1713314074_315567_7541074_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TGm3d8_cQkI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/AK7rqfkE68E/s320/38013_1165074943054_1713314074_315567_7541074_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506133744653451842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yey to having beautiful bark in our backyard (pictures to come)&lt;br /&gt;Booo to the 9 hours of weeding that came before itYey to having 3 renters in our basement that are never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey to the $$$ they provide&lt;br /&gt;(I have yet to think of a con for this! yey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey to buying a new washer and dyer off craigslist for $570!! (the dark blue ones)&lt;br /&gt;(we bought a new washer and dryer and Jon installed our old washer and dyer (white) in downstairs so that our renters now offically have their own washer and dyer... spoiled!)&lt;br /&gt;Boo to Jon working on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TGm9EohBTyI/AAAAAAAAAaY/rGn86uhD84I/s1600/washer+and+dryer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TGm9EohBTyI/AAAAAAAAAaY/rGn86uhD84I/s320/washer+and+dryer.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506139906730184482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BOOO AND BOOO to Jon working everynight at his parents house remolding&lt;br /&gt;Yey to seeing the light at the end of the tunnel of it being finished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TGm52nO7bfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aH20alAgwlA/s1600/39679_1165067582870_1713314074_315548_5348192_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TGm52nO7bfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aH20alAgwlA/s320/39679_1165067582870_1713314074_315548_5348192_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506136367332814322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Milo enjoys going to work with Jon though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey to buying tickets to Seattle for my Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;Boo that its not my birthday yet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-2032935405242709718?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2032935405242709718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2032935405242709718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2032935405242709718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2032935405242709718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/08/heres-my-rant-of-little-things.html' title='Here&apos;s my rant of little things'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TGm3d8_cQkI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/AK7rqfkE68E/s72-c/38013_1165074943054_1713314074_315567_7541074_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-7377535370804289336</id><published>2010-07-01T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:29:06.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not what you think</title><content type='html'>Jon went to the restroom this morning and there was a wad of toilet paper in the toilet already.  Odd... but what do you do?  So he just tried flushing it down but it would not go down.  He goes for the plunger and tries to get this thing down when he noticed this "toilet paper" was hard.  Turns out it was part of Milo raw hide bone that he decided to hide in the toilet! Who does that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Milos friend Roxy was living with us he didn't get raw hides that often; so when she left he began to get them again and we noticed he'd hide them all over the place (probably in fear she'd come back and steal them).  In my piano books, purses, behind pillows, even my hair! Then he looks at you like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you didn't see anything&lt;/span&gt; and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the toilet Milo?!  When Jon came out Milo was sitting outside the bathroom whining and desperately searching all over for his raw hide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm a sucker cause I went and bought him more bones at lunch today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-7377535370804289336?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7377535370804289336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=7377535370804289336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7377535370804289336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7377535370804289336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-not-what-you-think.html' title='It&apos;s not what you think'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-7301279835742950307</id><published>2010-06-18T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T09:12:41.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDa6CJg-SI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QSLXfYaBBLw/s1600/DSC01653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDa6CJg-SI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QSLXfYaBBLw/s320/DSC01653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485625036681312546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from our vacation in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; paradise &lt;/span&gt;and it couldn't have been better! Jon was like a little kid in a candy shop.  We could not get that boy to stop for the whole 11 days on that trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBvyZpmpv5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oyxV6UUV6i0/s1600/DSC01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBvyZpmpv5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oyxV6UUV6i0/s320/DSC01119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484243493732335506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBvyrNFWxqI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GU3EPoK0eSA/s1600/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBvyrNFWxqI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GU3EPoK0eSA/s200/DSC01122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484243795314132642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;/span&gt; we went to Pearl Harbor where we attended the Arizona Memorial and toured the USS Missouri battle ship which was really neat. I'm not high maintenance but I have alot of respect for those guys that sleep in those tiny spaces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day 2&lt;/span&gt;: We went to the PCC and LDS Hawaii Temple.  It was fun at the PCC that the same coconut climbing man that we fell in love with 10 years ago when we were there still worked there doing the same show so we got to see him again.  It is so neat that PCC to just go around and see all the different cultures all of these islands have.   It got Chris (my brother) thinking that if we were to say what our culture's games and songs and traditions were... what would we say??  We came up with duck duck goose, ring around the rosies, and nursery rhymes. Anyways, in tahti i believe my dad was selected to go on stage... if anyone wants to see that video I have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv2Sp8ADNI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BDK7F5KE214/s1600/DSC01143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv2Sp8ADNI/AAAAAAAAAXo/BDK7F5KE214/s200/DSC01143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484247771609304274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDfsXC1DfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/gDOTJ_rhr_w/s1600/DSC01173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDfsXC1DfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/gDOTJ_rhr_w/s320/DSC01173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485630299330383346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3: &lt;/span&gt;Last day in Oahu we decided we wanted to surf on Waikiki Beach..... this is my attempt. (I'm laying down with the blue shirt, Jon is in the white shirt) its alot harder than I thought!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv2p7DBrfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-2U-nO-zLLI/s1600/Surfing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv2p7DBrfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/-2U-nO-zLLI/s200/Surfing.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484248171339165170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4:&lt;/span&gt; We arrive in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kauai! &lt;/span&gt;We visited the Wiamea Canyon (the grand canyon of Hawaii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv3jZhaiXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ss0r_9rIDqU/s1600/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;             &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv3h5EyGJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vn0micCMUv0/s1600/DSC01283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv3h5EyGJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vn0micCMUv0/s200/DSC01283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484249132882335890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv3jZhaiXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ss0r_9rIDqU/s1600/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;               &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv3jZhaiXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ss0r_9rIDqU/s200/DSC01289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484249158772230514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5: &lt;/span&gt;Boat dive off south shore.  This has been my favorite dive so far.  Maybe becuase it was my first dive with Jon.  Either way we had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv4cKwrhbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VgVkIQhKJeM/s1600/DSC01409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv4cKwrhbI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VgVkIQhKJeM/s320/DSC01409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484250134062269874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv4c6ZUN7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nb6q8H_Sm2w/s1600/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv4c6ZUN7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nb6q8H_Sm2w/s320/DSC01402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484250146849175474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 6: &lt;/span&gt;We toured the Napali Coast on a boat tour (inaccessible by car) We started the trip with the skipper turning on some music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; A tale of a fateful trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; That started fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;om &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; tropic port &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Aboard this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;tiny ship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The mate was a mighty sailing man,&lt;br /&gt;The skipper brave and sure.&lt;br /&gt;Five passengers set s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ail that day&lt;br /&gt;For a three hour tour, a thr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ee hour tour. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The funny thing was that Gilligans island was filmed on Kauai; and we too were on a 3 hour boat tour! =)  Anyways it was alot of fun as we saw many sites that were used for movies including King Kong, 6 days 7 Nights, Jurassic Park etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv6MyWrMXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ZlCh337e_Hk/s1600/DSC01559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv6MyWrMXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ZlCh337e_Hk/s320/DSC01559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484252068835963250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv6MAnQFnI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XZr3dbx5ioc/s1600/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TBv6MAnQFnI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XZr3dbx5ioc/s320/DSC01527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484252055483717234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;Day 7:&lt;/span&gt; We did a lot of waterfall site seeing &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; on this day. We hiked down to an "80 ft" which is really 173 ft (not sure how they can be that far off!) and swam around at the bottom which was definitely a highlight. We also went to "Queens Bath"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDdRlmKjXI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2EIXv4SKDgs/s1600/DSC01313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDdRlmKjXI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2EIXv4SKDgs/s320/DSC01313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485627640356965746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDdRL7vJgI/AAAAAAAAAZI/op-6zkvOI_0/s1600/DSC01708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDdRL7vJgI/AAAAAAAAAZI/op-6zkvOI_0/s320/DSC01708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485627633468122626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDa63xOhjI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xM8vktF0TFM/s1600/DSC01665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDa63xOhjI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xM8vktF0TFM/s320/DSC01665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485625051074954802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDa7Tai5EI/AAAAAAAAAY4/3SgpGVSgDaY/s1600/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDa7Tai5EI/AAAAAAAAAY4/3SgpGVSgDaY/s320/DSC01681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485625058496013378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 8: &lt;/span&gt;Today was another Scuba Day.  This time it was a Shore Dive on the North Shore.  I have decided I'm a boat dive kind of girl.  Non of this having to walk out with all of your gear on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tank - 80 cubic foot aluminum, 45 lbs filled.&lt;br /&gt;Regulator - 2 lbs&lt;br /&gt;BC - 5 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Wetsuit - 2 lbs&lt;br /&gt;Weights - 14 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about 60 lbs to walk out on a sandy beach into the ocean and have to swim like a mile on the surface (which scuba fins are no help at all on the surface) to get to your dive spot. My dad and I have always been the 2 with the most air ending the dives; and on this shore dive I was reading an E when everyone else had at least 700!! YIKES!  I'll stick to boat dives thank you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 9:  &lt;/span&gt;This was our last full day on Kauai and we decided to take a Kayaking trip up the waialua river to the fern grotto and "secret falls."  This was such a blast!  I have learned though I'm not much of a kayaker, I can't get the left and right going so I just paddled like a canoe. Hey it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDfrqqHgEI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5z19KHatmfc/s1600/DSC01914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDfrqqHgEI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5z19KHatmfc/s320/DSC01914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485630287415574594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDdQgWBHjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/t84sgc0S5N0/s1600/DSC01871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDdQgWBHjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/t84sgc0S5N0/s320/DSC01871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485627621767192114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and I are the little people in the Secret Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/610181475034029811-7301279835742950307?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7301279835742950307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=7301279835742950307&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7301279835742950307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7301279835742950307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/06/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TCDa6CJg-SI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QSLXfYaBBLw/s72-c/DSC01653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-6074405309205291383</id><published>2010-05-28T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:29:25.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mischievous  Milo</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago we went to dinner with my cousins Dan and Ashley.  Milo was with us so we left him downstairs in an empty room.  We came home to milo greeting us at the door. MILO!? we went downstairs to find this scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TAAnZtBgrpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/e13iFrkCbi0/s1600/DSCN0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TAAnZtBgrpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/e13iFrkCbi0/s320/DSCN0289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476420469418667666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TAAnaJpB7VI/AAAAAAAAAW4/hoA0DrD3Hzk/s1600/DSCN0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TAAnaJpB7VI/AAAAAAAAAW4/hoA0DrD3Hzk/s320/DSCN0286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476420477100617042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TAAnauf992I/AAAAAAAAAXA/AQPMLITAglI/s1600/DSCN0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TAAnauf992I/AAAAAAAAAXA/AQPMLITAglI/s320/DSCN0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476420486994720610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW DID HE DO THAT??? AND HOW DID HE FIT THROUGH THAT???&lt;/span&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/610181475034029811-6074405309205291383?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6074405309205291383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=6074405309205291383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6074405309205291383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6074405309205291383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/05/mischievous-milo.html' title='Mischievous  Milo'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/TAAnZtBgrpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/e13iFrkCbi0/s72-c/DSCN0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-5986347470351557516</id><published>2010-05-28T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T08:49:35.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Company trip to NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__liqOmLaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/pfEtU6T8Kfk/s1600/DSC01039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__liqOmLaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/pfEtU6T8Kfk/s320/DSC01039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476348055519636898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I have been in NYC for a Tradeshow  for work.  The trip started off fantastic when right before we got on the flight I was feeling really sick and ended up throwing up on the plane... twice! Now I can officially check that off my list.  10 extra points for me for not getting it over anyone or myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__liNzMJrI/AAAAAAAAAWA/4VlWsC36xZU/s1600/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__liNzMJrI/AAAAAAAAAWA/4VlWsC36xZU/s320/DSC01035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476348047888492210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty much working the whole time so we didn't get to do a lot of site seeing but our hotel was right next to times square so we would walk down there at night and play for awhile. We didn't see the naked singing cowboy, however we did see Spiderman directing traffic and "protecting the citizens" and "spiderwebbing" cars as he tried climbing up light poles.  overall I say a successful trip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__lSIl9GHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/zVuI8yShuvA/s1600/DSC01023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__lSIl9GHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/zVuI8yShuvA/s320/DSC01023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476347771612895346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__ljELHFkI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/z8RTHbwa8Lk/s1600/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__ljELHFkI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/z8RTHbwa8Lk/s320/DSC01051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476348062484338242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__lSaYwb9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/zDpk5Z7AQhU/s1600/DSC01034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__lSaYwb9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/zDpk5Z7AQhU/s320/DSC01034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476347776389378002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-5986347470351557516?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5986347470351557516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=5986347470351557516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5986347470351557516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5986347470351557516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/05/company-trip-to-nyc.html' title='Company trip to NYC'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__liqOmLaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/pfEtU6T8Kfk/s72-c/DSC01039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-7586839860262369764</id><published>2010-05-28T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T08:25:35.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 year anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__f82rjRxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/NA8Vr3WaONk/s1600/jon+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__f82rjRxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/NA8Vr3WaONk/s400/jon+and+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476341908469139218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago Jon and I celebrated our 2 year anniversary! Man does the time fly! Feels like just yesterday we met, but yet I can't think of my life without him.  We went to my favorite piano player, Jon Schmidts' concert at the Deseret Star Dinner Theater.  It couldn't have been better! I love both the Jon's!! Jon Schmidt is such an amazing performer and definitly makes it entertaining for the husbands as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for Jon and everything he does for me.  He is my best friend and more than I could even dream of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Jon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-7586839860262369764?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7586839860262369764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=7586839860262369764&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7586839860262369764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7586839860262369764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-year-anniversary.html' title='2 year anniversary'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S__f82rjRxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/NA8Vr3WaONk/s72-c/jon+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-232864377285001468</id><published>2010-04-15T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:53:59.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently Milo does not want anything that lives in dirt to survive....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S8dEiuXiGxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/INwO37arQx8/s1600/plant.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S8dEiuXiGxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/INwO37arQx8/s400/plant.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460408436562991890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures speaks for itself....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-232864377285001468?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/232864377285001468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=232864377285001468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/232864377285001468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/232864377285001468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/04/apparently-milo-does-not-want-anything.html' title='Apparently Milo does not want anything that lives in dirt to survive....'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S8dEiuXiGxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/INwO37arQx8/s72-c/plant.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-3925396165578902280</id><published>2010-04-12T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T15:00:44.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Kicks &amp; Giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Attached or Single: &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Attached =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Best Friend: Jonathan and Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Cake or Pie: Homemade confettie cake or razzleberry pie from marie calendars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Day of choice: Fridays or Saturdays (original I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Essential Item: &lt;/span&gt;My ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Favorite Color: Brown green with a hint of pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;G &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Gummy Bears or Worms: Sour Worms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Hometown: SLC, UT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Indulgence(s): &lt;/span&gt;cheese fries from training table.. MMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - January or July: &lt;/span&gt;July?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Kids: &lt;/span&gt;None yet; but Jon will be the cutest daddy when it comes time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Life is incomplete without: &lt;/span&gt;Jon and Milo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Marriage Date: May 15th 2008 (almost 2 years! can you believe it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Number of Siblings: 2 Brothers. Chris and Todd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Oranges or Apples: If it is a ripe orange, then i'll take that, but caramel &lt;/span&gt;apples are delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Phobias or Fears: loosing someone I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Quotes: "You only live life once, but if you live it right once is enough"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;R &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Reason to smile: &lt;/span&gt;Coming home to Jon and Milo cuddling on the couch in a clean house. Fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Season: &lt;/span&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Tag Three Friends: &lt;/span&gt;Jessica, Katie, Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Unknown fact about me: &lt;/span&gt;I get very grumpy if I fall sleep with a sweatshirt on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Very favorite Store: &lt;/span&gt;Tai Pan is pretty fun. Dangerously fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;W &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Worst habit: Not answering my phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - X-ray or Ultrasound: Well both shouldnt hurt, however if someone is ultrasounding you and is deep into conversation and leaves it in the same spot... boy does that hurt!!! X-ray hands down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Your favorite food: Mexican!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Zodiac: Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-3925396165578902280?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3925396165578902280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=3925396165578902280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3925396165578902280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3925396165578902280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-for-kicks-giggles.html' title='Just for Kicks &amp; Giggles'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-5768579340757689882</id><published>2010-04-05T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:48:49.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow date... In April???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oTakbGKtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6IHf3K4hqwg/s1600/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oTakbGKtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6IHf3K4hqwg/s320/DSC00927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456695245687630546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On off days you can take your dog up Milcreek Canyon off leash so on Thursday for the snow storm we thought it would be fun to go for a walk with Milo.  He couldn't have been more excited.  He's like a little kid.  The littlest things make him excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oS5Y5ljmI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EjgtVLFKgA8/s1600/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oS5Y5ljmI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EjgtVLFKgA8/s320/DSC00919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456694675658608226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oTOwLaH_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Y4yyPtO0Cmg/s1600/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oTOwLaH_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/Y4yyPtO0Cmg/s320/DSC00918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456695042684624882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is soo obsessed with sticks, (which is probably why he loves to eat our trees!) but it was so funny watching him try to dig in the foot of powder trying to find this stick; which became a white stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oTjfrNA7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/H9rRlBXkepo/s1600/lil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oTjfrNA7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/H9rRlBXkepo/s320/lil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456695399031833522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oTudekhZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WchZ6ImY750/s1600/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oTudekhZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WchZ6ImY750/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456695587420538258" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home we drove past about 15 deer on the side of the road.  We stopped to get the camera out but it was too dark to really get a good picture.  Milo sure enjoyed them though.  All 15 of them and Milo had a starring contest for about 15 minutes.  It was pretty funny.  Not sure if we let him out if he would have scarred them or they would scare him so we left him in the truck =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oUP_aCevI/AAAAAAAAAVY/SB4hxqMeOEk/s1600/miloand+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oUP_aCevI/AAAAAAAAAVY/SB4hxqMeOEk/s320/miloand+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456696163464018674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-5768579340757689882?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5768579340757689882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=5768579340757689882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5768579340757689882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5768579340757689882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/04/snow-date-in-april.html' title='Snow date... In April???'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oTakbGKtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6IHf3K4hqwg/s72-c/DSC00927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-8825565369405335011</id><published>2010-04-05T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:37:20.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around this time last year I had a post of how much Milo loved to &lt;a href="http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/02/splish-splash.html"&gt;shower&lt;/a&gt;. Seems as though he still hasn't lost his vibe for smelling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oRWW8ig4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/svMVEtrN2F8/s1600/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oRWW8ig4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/svMVEtrN2F8/s320/DSC00945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456692974327071618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oRiC72TtI/AAAAAAAAAUo/AgU9UF-twXY/s1600/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oRiC72TtI/AAAAAAAAAUo/AgU9UF-twXY/s320/DSC00943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456693175113895634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A good smelling dog is better than a stinky dog!! =)&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/610181475034029811-8825565369405335011?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8825565369405335011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=8825565369405335011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8825565369405335011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8825565369405335011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/04/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S7oRWW8ig4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/svMVEtrN2F8/s72-c/DSC00945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-1323373315281431173</id><published>2010-03-19T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:11:10.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time for us to stand and cheer for the doer, the achiever, the one who recognizes the challenge and does something about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last week at Sam's club after leaving Jon turned to me and said "Hey where were the samples I wanted one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN DUN DUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have yet to get one of those samples in his mouth; I have made it come out of his mouth that he wanted one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 point for BreAnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the sample veteran Jon I declare this day as yours! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; The world of samples awaits you.  TAKE IT.  ITS YOURS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-1323373315281431173?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1323373315281431173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=1323373315281431173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1323373315281431173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1323373315281431173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-small-step-for-mankind-one-giant.html' title='It is time for us to stand and cheer for the doer, the achiever, the one who recognizes the challenge and does something about it'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-7256183374638199313</id><published>2010-03-16T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:29:37.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiddler on the Roof</title><content type='html'>Due to my parents friends Ray and Diane being unable to go to the play last night;  Diane offered Jon and I to go see Fiddler on the Roof at Hale Theater with my parents.  I have never been to a play in the round before so that was a fun experience.  And Jon had never seen Fiddler on the Roof so that was even more entertaining.  I couldn't wait for the "dream" scene.  They did a fantastic job on it and Jon was getting pretty into it after that. =)  Thanks Ray and Diane for a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-7256183374638199313?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7256183374638199313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=7256183374638199313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7256183374638199313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7256183374638199313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/03/fiddler-on-roof.html' title='Fiddler on the Roof'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-7465046716985739301</id><published>2010-03-08T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:39:21.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying</title><content type='html'>Notice how dying is conveniently put into the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I have been studying like crazy for my Human Anatomy Midterms (lab and lecture) and took a break to watch some Hannah Montana yesterday; yes I admit it I love Hannah Montana. Anyways the episode happened to be on biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Waxf9KZWpM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Waxf9KZWpM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure if I bust this out during my midterm I'll get an A! What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-7465046716985739301?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7465046716985739301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=7465046716985739301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7465046716985739301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7465046716985739301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/03/studying.html' title='Studying'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-8447726659296699988</id><published>2010-03-05T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:54:51.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sample Sample?</title><content type='html'>Awhile back I wrote about how Jon HATES getting samples like the ones at costco.  Refer to &lt;a href="http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/08/sample-anyone.html"&gt;http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/08/sample-anyone.html&lt;/a&gt; for a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were at Sams Club yesterday right before 6:00pm.  Apparently for anyone that loves samples this is the best time to go.  They were just cleaning up their stations and trying to get rid of their leftovers.  I spent like 15 minutes at the shrimp cocktail bar and was loving it!  Then I look over at Jon who is literally being followed around by this guy in a goofy apron and white hat begging him to take his frozen yogurt sample. "No thank you" "Come on its Ice Cream! You know you want it" "No I don't! I really really don't!" and this went on for a little bit ending with the guy giving it to Jon and running away.  I come up to Jon and he said in a sad voice "I dont want it Bre" hahaa oh you poor poor thing. So I helped out and ate it for him.  Poor guy he probably had nightmares last night from it lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-8447726659296699988?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8447726659296699988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=8447726659296699988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8447726659296699988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8447726659296699988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/03/sample-sample.html' title='Sample Sample?'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-6371441130960702664</id><published>2010-03-01T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:36:13.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S4xAzdzWPsI/AAAAAAAAATg/nEqi7UFj8Vk/s1600-h/19335_308729204054_506444054_3544118_6711617_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S4xAzdzWPsI/AAAAAAAAATg/nEqi7UFj8Vk/s320/19335_308729204054_506444054_3544118_6711617_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443797302501588674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my unfortunate event of tearing my ACL and the swine flu last year; mine and Jon's Mexico trip got postponed... til now! A couple weeks ago we got back from paradise and it was just the vacation we needed!  We arrived in Cancun and stayed on an island named Isla Mujeres; for a week get away.  Jon's family arrived a couple days before us so we met up with them for the weekend before having a week to ourselves.  My sister in law Katie and I were determined to fulfill our lifelong dream of swimming with the dolphins.... and it was just as great as we had hoped for!  We got to be pushed on our feet by then and hold onto them for a wild ride! Video is available upon request =)  Here are some pictures to keep you warm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S4xA5fPkJeI/AAAAAAAAATo/l4Tvr4JHYi0/s1600-h/19935_305120889054_506444054_3527786_7602496_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S4xA5fPkJeI/AAAAAAAAATo/l4Tvr4JHYi0/s200/19935_305120889054_506444054_3527786_7602496_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443797405967590882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S4xBJzIuWhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KygsBf_DKEk/s1600-h/20535_305119979054_506444054_3527743_6499170_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S4xBJzIuWhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KygsBf_DKEk/s200/20535_305119979054_506444054_3527743_6499170_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443797686185515538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S4xBDIqlVcI/AAAAAAAAATw/_j0wVu4ZokM/s1600-h/20535_305106989054_506444054_3527712_4557546_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S4xBDIqlVcI/AAAAAAAAATw/_j0wVu4ZokM/s200/20535_305106989054_506444054_3527712_4557546_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443797571705591234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now we just get to look forward to Hawaii in 3 months =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-6371441130960702664?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6371441130960702664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=6371441130960702664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6371441130960702664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6371441130960702664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/03/mexico.html' title='Mexico'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S4xAzdzWPsI/AAAAAAAAATg/nEqi7UFj8Vk/s72-c/19335_308729204054_506444054_3544118_6711617_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-6112497157627055797</id><published>2010-02-18T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:57:07.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On behalf of the Olympics......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S31-6klfVzI/AAAAAAAAATY/Ei0gaTplR6M/s1600-h/medal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S31-6klfVzI/AAAAAAAAATY/Ei0gaTplR6M/s200/medal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439643469651859250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S31-vZB7X7I/AAAAAAAAATQ/EBnVD_7sqIQ/s1600-h/Gardner-R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S31-vZB7X7I/AAAAAAAAATQ/EBnVD_7sqIQ/s200/Gardner-R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439643277571350450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 3 years ago my best friend Jessica and I were invited to a party at Rulon Gardners house.  For those of you who that name is not ringing a bell... not only is this guy a BIG teddy bear, but he is a teddy bear who won an Olympic Gold Medal in wrestling. I feel lucky to be one of the few people to have had the honor of an Olympic Gold Medal around my neck =)&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BRDERR%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-6112497157627055797?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6112497157627055797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=6112497157627055797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6112497157627055797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6112497157627055797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-behalf-of-olympics.html' title='On behalf of the Olympics......'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S31-6klfVzI/AAAAAAAAATY/Ei0gaTplR6M/s72-c/medal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-1089190760016996717</id><published>2010-01-20T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:21:37.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Comes to Visit</title><content type='html'>First of all I have to say shame on Jon and I for buying a new camera and then never taking it anywhere! UGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways; my long lost best friend from 1st grade, Andrew Elliott, came to visit Jon and I for the weekend.  He's been wanting to come out for awhile to meet my amazing hubby and spur of the moment decided to come on down this past weekend.  Friday night we picked him up at the airport and one of the first things he said was "wow this place smells; are you really telling me thats not fog out there." oh yes Andrew you are correct.  That is the sight of the nations worst air looking right at you! yummy!! Saturday morning we went snowboarding up at Brighton with my dad.  Surprisingly my knee really didn't hurt at all! It was just the burn in the muscles after the 7th run that made me stop.  But the boys had a good time.  Oh and can I say I love watching Jon snowboard.  He's amazing how!! and super cute in his snow clothes =)  Anyways; after snowboarding we hurried to Cafe Rio (Utah Classic) and then went to mine and Jon's soccer game.  Yes a soccer game after snowboarding! Apparently my knee wasn't too worn out since I did score a goal =)  Right after the game we met Jessica Ann and her hubby and adorable son, Tyson the Tank, at our house to go to the Jazz game.  It was Tyson first basketball game and boy did he love it! He couldn't take his eyes off the court the whole time.  After the game we went to Training Table (another utah classic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S1cyfeWcyoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/N8yRU3Ty-FA/s1600-h/tyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S1cyfeWcyoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/N8yRU3Ty-FA/s200/tyson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428863392122980994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we took a little stroll down Park City Main and had some yummy sushi.  We enjoyed wondering in and out of the art galleries and laughing at the comparisons of art prices. Art that looked like a kindergarten kid drew, $5,999.  Art that was a Picasso original. $3,000.  We also found a furr shop that the cheapest furr coat they had was about $100,000! Really? People buy those????  However there was a furr joke strap for only $35! What a steal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we went to the Wing Coop where Jon and Andrew dared trying the "Number Eleven" sauce.  (the hottest wings they have) and I like how the worker said it, "they smell like death." and they did.  Poor boys..... lets just leave it at that.  After they somewhat recovered we went bowling and saw our good friend Sean there! It was his birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEAN! so needless to say he and his girlfriend joined in on our fun and came over to our house afterwards for some yummy ice cream!  Oh yeah and I bowled a 130!! yey for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun having Andrew for the weekend and we cannot wait to make a trip up to washington to visit him.  We're seeing in our future an Alaska Cruise out of seattle and going a little vaca before hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-1089190760016996717?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1089190760016996717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=1089190760016996717&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1089190760016996717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1089190760016996717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/01/andrew-comes-to-visit.html' title='Andrew Comes to Visit'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S1cyfeWcyoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/N8yRU3Ty-FA/s72-c/tyson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-5546992161795407449</id><published>2010-01-15T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:35:35.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>Milo loves when Jon picks him up and carries him like a baby.  Now they have found something new they both love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S1CYTBzILoI/AAAAAAAAASw/yECNMkvrjiM/s1600-h/Piggy+Back+ride.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S1CYTBzILoI/AAAAAAAAASw/yECNMkvrjiM/s200/Piggy+Back+ride.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427005003649265282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have to love those two!&lt;/span&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/610181475034029811-5546992161795407449?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5546992161795407449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=5546992161795407449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5546992161795407449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5546992161795407449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S1CYTBzILoI/AAAAAAAAASw/yECNMkvrjiM/s72-c/Piggy+Back+ride.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-481928189580645103</id><published>2010-01-05T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:32:54.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were you 10 years ago?</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write down all the things from the last decade of my life since everyone else was doing it. I can't believe that Y2K was 10 years ago!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2000&lt;/span&gt;- Big JR High student! Went to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2001&lt;/span&gt;-Ankle Surgery #1&amp;2; Broken Collar Bone and fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2002&lt;/span&gt;- Student Body Officer; Captain of Freshman HS Soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt;-Drivers License! YEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;-Moved to Utah; Knee Surgery #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;-Went on a Western Caribbean Cruise with Jessica and got stuck in a hurricane; Knee Surgery #2; Head Life Guard at So. Jordan Rec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;-Graduated High School; Knee Surgery #3, started my job at SecureAlert; Met Jon; Went to Guatemala&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to pick up Chris from his mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;- Went on a Cruise with the family to Puerto Rico, Aruba, St. Thomas, St. Martaan and Curacao. Went to DisneyWorld with Jon. Scuba and EMT Certified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;-Got Married! Jon Graduated with his Bachelors Degree! Bought a Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;- Added Milo to the family, knee surgery #4; Started School Again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-481928189580645103?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/481928189580645103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=481928189580645103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/481928189580645103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/481928189580645103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-were-you-10-years-ago.html' title='Where were you 10 years ago?'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-6979732513150961034</id><published>2009-12-10T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:03:07.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SyE04GsPt6I/AAAAAAAAARY/JHubgYc2o8Y/s1600-h/pappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SyE04GsPt6I/AAAAAAAAARY/JHubgYc2o8Y/s200/pappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413666365549557666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet Pappy passed away Sunday night at the age of 94.  What a holiday season my family has been through.  Even though I am going to miss his sweet spirit and contagious smile I am so glad to have the gospel and know that I will see him again.  I can't imagine the joy he's having being reunited with my Aunt Linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always nice to reflect on the memories you've had with a loved one.  I am one of his youngest grandchildren so I do not have any memories of him running around and having alot of energy.  I do remember though with the energy he'd save up to play the harmonica and sing songs to me.  One of my favorite memories was playing toss with a balloon with him at my fathers birthday party.  We were playing for almost an hour and I was getting warn out so I stopped playing and he turned to me and said "am I out of the game?" haha oh Pappy.  He's just adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a news article the deseret news wrote about him along with his obituary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BRDERR%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BRDERR%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.deseretnews.com/article/705350157/Elder-Royden-Glade-Derrick-dies.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/deseretnews/obituary.aspx?n=royden-derrick&amp;amp;pid=137101736&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SyE3NBCY3cI/AAAAAAAAARg/jBHs72BDNBY/s1600-h/Temple+1+151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SyE3NBCY3cI/AAAAAAAAARg/jBHs72BDNBY/s200/Temple+1+151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413668923832327618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-6979732513150961034?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6979732513150961034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=6979732513150961034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6979732513150961034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6979732513150961034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/12/pappy.html' title='Pappy'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SyE04GsPt6I/AAAAAAAAARY/JHubgYc2o8Y/s72-c/pappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-1106354642886754394</id><published>2009-11-17T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:34:08.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Photos</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago our friends friend took some pictures of our little family.  Here are some favorites.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLCNkboLGI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5SdoQr8K9s/s1600/702496021_YK2fD-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLCNkboLGI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5SdoQr8K9s/s200/702496021_YK2fD-L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405096041171659874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLCOFZE3AI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AHrebo3RrWA/s1600/8435_699271212899_17820586_39008557_8293864_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLCOFZE3AI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AHrebo3RrWA/s200/8435_699271212899_17820586_39008557_8293864_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405096050019326978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLCNLTXuEI/AAAAAAAAARA/aGSgqdwrH9M/s1600/702495457_NGJWp-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLCNLTXuEI/AAAAAAAAARA/aGSgqdwrH9M/s200/702495457_NGJWp-L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405096034426140738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLB-L7YYZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/27JGr1jyY4U/s1600/702494610_sW2av-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLB-L7YYZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/27JGr1jyY4U/s200/702494610_sW2av-L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405095776895918482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLB90sn1gI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6eqi38viXbU/s1600/702492539_9mJRe-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLB90sn1gI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6eqi38viXbU/s200/702492539_9mJRe-S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405095770660001282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLB9lyEIGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aj1ScildoTc/s1600/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLB9lyEIGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aj1ScildoTc/s200/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405095766656295010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLB9EweyTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yTiz8AYuW60/s1600/702490134_r6LWt-S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLB9EweyTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yTiz8AYuW60/s200/702490134_r6LWt-S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405095757791283506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-1106354642886754394?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/1106354642886754394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=1106354642886754394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1106354642886754394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/1106354642886754394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-photos.html' title='Fall Photos'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SwLCNkboLGI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5SdoQr8K9s/s72-c/702496021_YK2fD-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2704385813887491373</id><published>2009-11-10T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:47:44.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She will be missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://springerfamily3.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-will-miss-her.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdKOFN3_LuY/Svi1Poczl-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/8cp-O2ux6Xw/s1600-h/0000516929-01-1_201217%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdKOFN3_LuY/Svi1Poczl-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/8cp-O2ux6Xw/s320/0000516929-01-1_201217%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402267033191815138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DaleLene Hardman Peacock 12/22/1955~11/1/2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;DaleLene Hardman Peacock, beloved wife, mother, sister, aunt, niece and friend died November 1st, 2009 from complications of surgery. Born December 22, 1955 to Dale and Thelma Addley Hardman in Salt Lake City, UT. Married Randy Peacock April 11, 1980 in the Salt Lake LDS Temple. Served faithfully in many callings including President of the Relief Society, Young Women's and Primary organizations. She fell in love with football when her two sons started playing in little league. They got her to do in an instant what her husband could not do in years. Member of the West Jordan High School Football Booster club. Proud replacement in the "Pounce Bunch." Survived by husband Randy, sons Jeremy and Cameron and siblings Kelly (Cindy) Hardman, Twin Falls, Patricia (Bruce) Derrick, South Jordan, Max (Cindy) Hardman, West Jordan. Also Mary Jean and Clark Killian. Related by law, bound by love. She is an Aunt to 37 nieces and nephews and friend to many. She found the good in everyone and fought the good fight. She will be deeply missed yet she will be with us always and forever. Services will be held Mon. Nov. 9th 2009 at 12 noon in the West Jordan East Stake Center, 1899 W. 7600 S., West Jordan. There will be a viewing on Sun. Nov 8th, 2009 at the same location from 6-8 p.m. and prior to services on the 9th from 10:30 to 11:30 a.m. Interment will take place at Redwood Memorial Estates, 6500 S. Redwood Road, West Jordan, UT. Many thanks to the team at Intermountain Medical Center for their kind and thoughtful care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt was as close to a second mom as it could get.  I remember her always wanting to help buy me dresses for my homecoming dances because she didn't have a girl of her own to buy one for.  My favorite memory of her was wedding dress shopping with her and my mom.  It was a special experience and got spoiled by two moms at my wedding.  She was always there when you needed to talk or to ask silly questions like "how in the world do I make brown sugar soft again."  I had the unique opportunity to go with my mom and cousin Jessica on Friday afternoon to dress her in her temple clothes.  It was a very special experience to be able to have that alone time with her and be able to place her in her resting clothes with all of the love we had.  It was very hard yesterday at her funeral but it makes me so glad to know that this is not the end.  We could all just imagine the reunion of her and my grandparents.  We're pretty sure my grandpa said something like "what the heck are you doing here!" but then nothing but hugs.  I did have a little laugh though when I was saying my last goodbyes and looked into her casket and saw that someone put a diet coke in there.  My uncle Randy (her husband) said something that I will never forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I have not lost her... I know right where she is"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-2704385813887491373?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2704385813887491373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2704385813887491373&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2704385813887491373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2704385813887491373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-will-be-missed.html' title='She will be missed'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cdKOFN3_LuY/Svi1Poczl-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/8cp-O2ux6Xw/s72-c/0000516929-01-1_201217%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-3165644903354866047</id><published>2009-10-27T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:38:39.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They have feelings too</title><content type='html'>I know all I write about is my little puppy but lets face it he really is my little child.  It's been so interesting really seeing the emotions he has.  He has a best friend named Roxy who is another boxer that is actually going to move in with us next week.  They looooove playing with eachother and cuddling and what not.  I never really did know how much he liked her until last night.  Shannon and Chris (Roxy's owners who are moving in downstairs) moved some of their stuff in last night and then left.  When they left Milo kept searching and searching for Roxy but couldn't find her.  Jon and I were watching TV and just heard him whining downstairs and could not figure out what was going on.  We came downstairs to him laying next to Shannon and Chris's stuff whining.  Apparently he could smell Roxy on the stuff and missed her.  All night he sat there just crying.  We tried everything to get him to come upstairs, pig ears, slurpee, but all he did was just sit there and cry.  We finally got him in his kennel and I woke up at 5am to him whining again.  I thought maybe he had to go to the bathroom but no as soon as I opened the kennel he ran down stairs and began to whine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what happened last night there is no way you can say he doesn't have feelings.  Hurry up and move in Roxy you're breaking his heart!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SudaFSnueKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/t6Ywg00kI8I/s1600-h/milo+and+roxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SudaFSnueKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/t6Ywg00kI8I/s200/milo+and+roxy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397381725371136162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SudaKpMUkfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/PrQ1Joj5w8A/s1600-h/mr+sleepin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SudaKpMUkfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/PrQ1Joj5w8A/s200/mr+sleepin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397381817329553906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-3165644903354866047?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3165644903354866047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=3165644903354866047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3165644903354866047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3165644903354866047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/10/they-have-feelings-too.html' title='They have feelings too'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SudaFSnueKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/t6Ywg00kI8I/s72-c/milo+and+roxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2953524984568083125</id><published>2009-10-21T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:10:49.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something always has to go wrong...</title><content type='html'>Every wedding has to have something go wrong right?  As for mine Jon and I went to pick up his tux to receive a blue tux instead of his creme color that we ordered.  Naturally I was historical since they weren't doing anything to accommodate  their mistake and only got threatened to have the cops called on me because I was being "hostile."  My friends wedding I think it was the grooms dad (is that right Shan?) the bottom of his shoe fell off that he rented! Really when else would a bottom of the shoe fall off besides a wedding right? Or perhaps the cake decorator got the dates wrong and you ended up having to get a cake from costco.  Something always has to go wrong at a wedding right? Or else it just would be a wedding.... however I came across something today that beats everything I have ever heard. Take a little look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0DmtmmFEVo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-2953524984568083125?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2953524984568083125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2953524984568083125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2953524984568083125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2953524984568083125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-always-has-to-go-wrong.html' title='Something always has to go wrong...'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-180820108843387373</id><published>2009-10-14T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:27:17.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I have to confess... yesterday I pulled out some christmas piano music and played it! I must be my mothers daughter.  Not sure if I was just bored of all my other music and wanted some change; or if I'm really getting excited for Christmas... I think it's a little bit of both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd thought... biggest loser last night. Horrible! Just horrible! I really didn't watch to many episodes in the beginning but then I watched one and was introduced to Tracy; aka the devil.  I cannot believe this woman! She competes at every temptation = eating calories to win.  Julian completely chews her out; talks with her for an hour tell her not to do it again, she says okay.  Then the next day she does it again and of course Julian wants to rip her head off and says she wasted her time and then Tracy just gets all sad; what you dont think I'm worth it? DUH TRACY! you're not! You drive me nuts how you just throw people under the bus and pretend your all sad about it and bawling and when they start bawling you tell them to suck it up and make fun of them.  Oooh Tracy how much I wanted you gone last night! And your team had the chance and they didn't do it! I only continue to watch this show to make sure you do not win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-180820108843387373?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/180820108843387373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=180820108843387373&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/180820108843387373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/180820108843387373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/10/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2504282557132734180</id><published>2009-09-29T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:50:46.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a kid already??</title><content type='html'>Who would have known that when we bought this dog we really adopted a child?  Our house is never clean since Milo has to have 20 billion of his toys out constantly.  When I'm really into my show of course he has to me all up in my face wanting to play.  The other day I came home from work and went to Milo's kennel to let him out and surprise! he wasn't in there.  I thought well maybe Jon left him outside today... oh no he came trooting our of our bedroom.  Apparently we need to child lock all our doors and the kennel now because this boy has figure out how to not only open all our doors but unlock his kennel now.  Boy do we have our hands full!  We are lucky in the sense that he hasn't ate any of our shoes; or furniture except for some reason he hates trees and finds it his duty to make sure all of them do not survive.  He also LOOOVES to toilet paper our house.  He just takes the roll and runs around everywhere in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SsJzClfTFQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/RVdZoxLu5vI/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SsJzClfTFQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/RVdZoxLu5vI/s200/DSC00096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386994592548852994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But just like a child... How could you just not adore this face???? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-2504282557132734180?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2504282557132734180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2504282557132734180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2504282557132734180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2504282557132734180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-kid-already.html' title='I have a kid already??'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SsJzClfTFQI/AAAAAAAAAPY/RVdZoxLu5vI/s72-c/DSC00096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-4693295891504635592</id><published>2009-09-23T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:38:55.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Its my Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Jon and I went to California for my birthday this year! It was soo fun! We stayed with his sister and enjoyed the time spent with her and her cute little family.  We went to the beach the first day; 6 flags the 2nd day;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpMjLfooSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Hq0KeyB9_7U/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpMjLfooSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Hq0KeyB9_7U/s200/DSC00186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384700471739457826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpL8CWVcwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/viFiz8apej4/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpL8CWVcwI/AAAAAAAAAOg/viFiz8apej4/s200/DSC00269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384699799269634818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shopping the 3rd day; and Disney the 4th!!! Couldn't have been any better!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpLlQYBlZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SI_tR3tEjRI/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpLlQYBlZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SI_tR3tEjRI/s200/DSC00204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384699407897826706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't get soaked on splash mountain this time!! Take that splash mountain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpNIRAJToI/AAAAAAAAAOw/o4-dnE_1h9Q/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpNIRAJToI/AAAAAAAAAOw/o4-dnE_1h9Q/s200/DSC00216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384701108873154178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buzz Lightyear - Possibly the best ride ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpNgbs3p-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Og9_rs-LZtA/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpNgbs3p-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Og9_rs-LZtA/s200/DSC00240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384701524061956066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a small world... after all&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpNgbs3p-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Og9_rs-LZtA/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got ho&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpOKKdxHuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/S5RrMb5PPfc/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpOKKdxHuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/S5RrMb5PPfc/s200/DSC00274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384702240989716194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me from California we went hiking up to the Spanish Fork hot springs with my family.  If you have never been there; its definitely worth your time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpOX-V8NHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/M1YiO8ajTTQ/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpOX-V8NHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/M1YiO8ajTTQ/s200/DSC00277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384702478253831282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpOseYRkeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FiwrINQxiEI/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpOseYRkeI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FiwrINQxiEI/s200/DSC00292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384702830450938338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Milo and I passed out after a LONNNG day.  Thanks everyone for all the Birthday Wishes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/610181475034029811-4693295891504635592?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/4693295891504635592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=4693295891504635592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/4693295891504635592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/4693295891504635592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-its-my-birthday.html' title='Hey Its my Birthday!'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SrpMjLfooSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Hq0KeyB9_7U/s72-c/DSC00186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-3646095604450405294</id><published>2009-09-02T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:10:41.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaming Gorge '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6VhGryLkI/AAAAAAAAANw/_IzMQMpLhUY/s1600-h/P7240170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6VhGryLkI/AAAAAAAAANw/_IzMQMpLhUY/s200/P7240170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376899401089429058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little family went to Flaming Gorge with the Thorpes the end of August this year.  We started the weekend off rafting down the river and little Milo got to come!! He just loved it!! He was actually better behaved than the little kids!! He just sat up in the front and looked at the water the whole time.  What a little sweet heart!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6VtE7zWBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cKKW2dpUa_g/s1600-h/me+and+milo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6VtE7zWBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cKKW2dpUa_g/s200/me+and+milo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376899606778173458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6VauCMfKI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZqgpROXQQSM/s1600-h/P7240164+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6VauCMfKI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZqgpROXQQSM/s200/P7240164+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376899291393326242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6YpE8thdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_aNU0aVIsWA/s1600-h/P7240150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6YpE8thdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_aNU0aVIsWA/s200/P7240150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376902836597392850" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of days it wa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6YRRuE9XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rdDYmvb6mHc/s1600-h/DSC_0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6YRRuE9XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rdDYmvb6mHc/s200/DSC_0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376902427708814706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s pouring rain so we had to improvise a little bit, but the sun did start to come out sooner or later!  Everyone had a good laugh at me because we were all under a canopy but Milo didn't fit and was out in the rain just covered in sand and mud just shivering and came and crawled up on my lap and huddled under my towel. Poor little thing was freezing!! hah everyone laughed that they would never want a wet dog on their lap let &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6YgivFfOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VVkGKt7lej8/s1600-h/DSC_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6YgivFfOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VVkGKt7lej8/s200/DSC_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376902689974484194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alone a muddy one; guess it just goes to show how my little Milo is my little precious.  He did love playing on the beach though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6VhGryLkI/AAAAAAAAANw/_IzMQMpLhUY/s1600-h/P7240170.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-3646095604450405294?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3646095604450405294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=3646095604450405294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3646095604450405294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3646095604450405294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/09/flaming-gorge-09.html' title='Flaming Gorge &apos;09'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sp6VhGryLkI/AAAAAAAAANw/_IzMQMpLhUY/s72-c/P7240170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-6835088020616281315</id><published>2009-08-25T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:38:16.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want smore?</title><content type='html'>Some more what? smore! How can I have more if I haven't even had any! You're killing me smalls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've never been on to really fancy a smore.  I love roasting the mallow but eating it?... never been one to really enjoy that.  I'd always force my nicely browned mallow onto someone else to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last weekend Jon and I went camping with his sister and they put reeses peanut butter cups on their smores.  Forget this hersheys chocolate thing.  A reeses!!  A little bit of heaven! Oh boy was it delicious!!!  Thank you Alisa, now I can officaly say I want S'MORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-6835088020616281315?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6835088020616281315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=6835088020616281315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6835088020616281315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6835088020616281315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-want-smore.html' title='Do you want smore?'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-5119414040355441586</id><published>2009-08-21T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:12:59.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney let me down =(</title><content type='html'>So last month I had the best idea that for my birthday not only will we be going to Disneyland (becuase its free on your birthday!) but that I wanted to get my hair done at the Bibbodi Bobbodi Boutique inside Cinderellas castle.  They make you into a princess and give you glitter gallor! What more perfect than to be fancied up as a princess, in Disneyland, on your birthday!... Nope nothing!! Well yesterday I really started researching it more and it was like I was a little kid finding out there was no santa.  This boutique is just a fake.  The "fairy godmothers in training" at not licensed hairstylists and all they will do is either pull your hair in a tight bun on the top of your head give you a tiara and call you a princess or pull it back in a pony and stick one of those hair elastics with multicolored hair going every which way.  How disappointing.  I don't think I'd look like a princess just more like an ordinary girl at disneyland with way to much gell in my hair. So I've decided I'll just wake up early on my birthday and princess-ify myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... now what else should I do in southern california for my birthday? Disney 2 days? one day? Anyone been to Knotts Berry Farm? Ideas? Places to eat for dinner on my birthday in Disney? or around Disney?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-5119414040355441586?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5119414040355441586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=5119414040355441586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5119414040355441586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5119414040355441586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/08/disney-let-me-down.html' title='Disney let me down =('/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-8293221365870015797</id><published>2009-08-05T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:29:46.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sample anyone?</title><content type='html'>It's funny how you are married for such a short period of time yet feel you know everything about the other.  Well Jon surprised me the other day.  We were walking through costco awhile ago and of course I wanted to sample everything.  Who goes to costco for shopping and not eating?? Oh whats this? hot pocket samples? MMmm! I asked Jon if he wanted some but he said no.  I thought perhaps he just wasn't hungry.  Later we went to Cafe Rio, delicious, and they were handing out free samples of Horchata, sooo yummy! Of course I jumped to get one and asked if Jon wanted one and yet again he said no.  I said do you not like Horchata? and he said, no I just don't like samples. What??? How can someone not like samples?  He then told me that he thinks samples are gross and it just reminds him of old ladies leftovers that no one wants.  Ha how silly since they are made fresh right in front of you at costco.  Oh well... I guess you learn something new everyday, I have a non sample husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-8293221365870015797?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8293221365870015797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=8293221365870015797&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8293221365870015797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8293221365870015797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/08/sample-anyone.html' title='Sample anyone?'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-8039684511886704236</id><published>2009-06-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:47:17.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bragging Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Si_Us1wy7fI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/B0cMGUZVmNk/s1600-h/waterfall.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Si_Us1wy7fI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/B0cMGUZVmNk/s200/waterfall.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345725149523144178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for me to brag about Jon for a little bit.  I know he works in construction and oversees all these things but it is so fun for me to actually see something he built.  He is absolutely amazing!! I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Si_U4G_I4FI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0VYuKKCDq4k/s1600-h/a92b5813e379__1244445650000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Si_U4G_I4FI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0VYuKKCDq4k/s200/a92b5813e379__1244445650000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345725343125266514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sure did marry a handy man.  There is seriously nothing he can't do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterfall that Jon built at a home above the Old Mill Golf Course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Arbor that Jon built at our home while I had my   surgery.  I am in love with it!! Good job babe!&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/610181475034029811-8039684511886704236?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8039684511886704236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=8039684511886704236&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8039684511886704236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8039684511886704236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/06/bragging-time.html' title='Bragging Time'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Si_Us1wy7fI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/B0cMGUZVmNk/s72-c/waterfall.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2624161228807063463</id><published>2009-06-01T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:03:04.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SiP60VTxnFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/pPFXQqU8QlU/s1600-h/4497_1148571108374_1050452175_439036_3437785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SiP60VTxnFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/pPFXQqU8QlU/s200/4497_1148571108374_1050452175_439036_3437785_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342389359971769426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't wrote on the blog for awhile; but I think I have a good excuse. I had surgery on May 20th for my 2nd ACL repair, 4th knee surgery, and 9th surgery overall.  What a blast!!  The doctor had a little bit of trouble getting my screw out from the previous surgery to I have a larger incision than anticipated on the side of my knee to go along with the large vertical incision below my kn&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SiP4qkg7pbI/AAAAAAAAALg/h-998UBsxrM/s1600-h/07d740980f1a__1243253720000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SiP4qkg7pbI/AAAAAAAAALg/h-998UBsxrM/s200/07d740980f1a__1243253720000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342386993231537586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ee cap.  Altogether I have about 5 stitching sites.  I thought I would be getting along faster than I am; and am annoyed that after 2 weeks I am barely getting back to work when I only expected it to be a week; but what can you do?  Jon has been great threwout everything.  Always getting things for me and making sure than I am comfortable and happy. (doing&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SiP4xFiW9rI/AAAAAAAAALo/GeEaLIyRm0s/s1600-h/9468830087b4__1243253702000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SiP4xFiW9rI/AAAAAAAAALo/GeEaLIyRm0s/s200/9468830087b4__1243253702000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342387105175107250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cheeseburger runs and ice cream constantly throughout thee 2 weeks; hey whatever makes me happy right?)  Sadly I have seen my ice cream diet shift to my tummy so I'm ready to start some physical therapy today and get things moving!!  I saw my doctor last week and apparently my incision below my knee is getting a little infected and not healing properly but thats mostly because he went through the old scars so it's practically dead skin anyways and just taking a little more time to heal.  My mom was a little nausiuos looking at it all purple and bubbly that I had to cover it while we were waiting for the doctors. I d&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SiP57IMesNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OwdQIImnDX4/s1600-h/62f17d23b1bf__1243597016000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SiP57IMesNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OwdQIImnDX4/s200/62f17d23b1bf__1243597016000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342388377198964946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;id play a little doctor last night and looked at it; Jon was still grossed out but it is lookin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SiP7EvgJx8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/3VM3UxgfsmY/s1600-h/4335_83669309054_506444054_1851371_365537_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SiP7EvgJx8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/3VM3UxgfsmY/s200/4335_83669309054_506444054_1851371_365537_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342389641880913858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g much better! Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---Infected incision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              This is my ice pack. It came with a small cooler that you fill with ice and water and plugs into the wall and circulates cold water all around my knee.  Pretty cool and it came with the surgery! Maybe this is my punch card? 9 surgeries and you get a fancy ice pack for free?? -------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-2624161228807063463?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2624161228807063463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2624161228807063463&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2624161228807063463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2624161228807063463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/06/surgery-update.html' title='Surgery Update'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SiP60VTxnFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/pPFXQqU8QlU/s72-c/4497_1148571108374_1050452175_439036_3437785_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-7618788720833184740</id><published>2009-05-14T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:01:26.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles Happen</title><content type='html'>This week started off as any other ordinary week.  Really all my thoughts were on myself and my surgery next week.  Yesterday I received a text from my mom that my Aunt DaleLene (who I am very close with) was in the ICU with a blood clot in her brain.  Immediately my thoughts were turned to her instead of myself.  How quickly things change.  They operated on her last last night in hopes of removing the clot.  I just got back from seeing her at the hospital and things changes drastically from when I saw her yesterday.  Apparently her brain is now swelling so they are going to remove a part of her skull in hopes to help the swelling.  Yesterday she was still talking and now I'm not even sure she knew I was there.  Also this morning my mom told me that a girl in her ward (so my old ward) that I was friends with was just diognosed with Luekemia.  Wow. What?  Just got married in I believe december and now has to deal with that?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sitting here at work with my mind wandering.  Why? Why does my Aunt have to go through this? Why does Britney have to go through this? Why was my cousins baby boy also diognosed with cancer?? Why do we have these trials? All the sudden the lesson gave in Relief Society on Sunday popped into my head.  The whole lesson was about trails and why we have them.  Talk about using these lessons throughout the week and our lives. A few ladies shared their stories about trials and it all came down to basically the same thing.  God doesn't just give out trails just to give them out.  He knows each and everyone one of us and the trials are here for a reason.  It's interesting how when someone in your family is sick; how quick everyone is to help out and we grow so much closer.  Since all this has just happened I don't know the outcome yet; but I do know that it is in Heavenly Fathers hands and these tough trails were given for a reason and no matter the outcome he loves each and everyone of us and never leaves our side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-7618788720833184740?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7618788720833184740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=7618788720833184740&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7618788720833184740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7618788720833184740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/05/miracles-happen.html' title='Miracles Happen'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-8522371705375025489</id><published>2009-05-06T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:36:45.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All screwed up</title><content type='html'>When I got my first round of MRI's about 2 months ago I complained that my knee was killing; a very unusual thing for an MRI to hurt.  I even asked my doctor "are MRI's supposed to hurt? Because well it did!" he just kinda brushed it off; thats weird but no big deal.  Well surprise!! I know why! I have a metal screw in my knee that I totally forgot about! Apparently in all the ciaos of my last ACL surgery we forgot to remember the little detail that the doctor put a metal screw in my knee! Well hello; that would probably be why my knee was killing during the MRI! At least I know that I'm not just a complainer and there was a reason for me to actually be in pain.  MRI's are full of intense magnetic waves so you are not allowed to wear any metal and especially have any metal in your body. Well OOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SgHKn39e_II/AAAAAAAAALY/Ej-CVA_AYc0/s1600-h/MRI2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SgHKn39e_II/AAAAAAAAALY/Ej-CVA_AYc0/s200/MRI2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332766220168920194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctors yesterday and he was very surprised with this screw in my knee and had to send pictures around to his Reps to try to figure out what kind of screw it is and what the tool is that he needs to get it out.  That complicated things a little; but whats life without a little complications?  I then had to go get a CT scan to make sure there was room enough to be able to remove my old ACL.  OH yeah and I'm getting a cadavers ACL! Exciting no?  It was that or have them take my hamstring from my left leg since my right hamstring was previously used.  Surgery is scheduled for May 20th; all in all not as fast as I would like but what can you do? At least I wont be drugged up and on crutches for mine and Jon's anniversary!  I was wondering how our dinner would go with me just being days out of surgery.... druling would be very attractive =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-8522371705375025489?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8522371705375025489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=8522371705375025489&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8522371705375025489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8522371705375025489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-screwed-up.html' title='All screwed up'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SgHKn39e_II/AAAAAAAAALY/Ej-CVA_AYc0/s72-c/MRI2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2216797615887923470</id><published>2009-04-27T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:39:46.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way not make it an even 8?</title><content type='html'>If any of you really know me; then you know I am accident prone.  Who knows if its really my body that is falling apart; or its because of sports that my body is falling apart.  Either way; it definitely has had its fair share of injuries.  Needless to say I have one more to add to the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday last week we had an inter-company softball game which I was one of 3 girls to play.  I have this rep at my work that I am amazing at all sports (thanks to Steph for telling everyone) so I had quite a rep to live up to.  The game was going great. I scored 2 or 3 maybe 4 times and doing my thing.  Then the last play of the night I hit the ball and knew it was going to be close.  The soccer player in me all I was thinking was I'm not going to make it; so silly me I slid into first base.  Yes first base.  (and no I didn't make it) Now all you can just laugh at me because I've got it doctor after doctor "why did you slide into 1st?!" all I can say in my defense is... I knew I wasn't going to make it and just thought of the only thing us soccer players know how to do. Slide. Well there is a difference between soccer sliding and softball sliding because I didn't account for the base standing on top of the dirt.  My right foot hit flat on the base and in turn instantly stopped my motion with the pressure residing on my knee. Snap Crackle and Pop.  Yes for people who have not seriously injured yourself, those really are the sounds you hear.  I knew in an instance; I've felt this kind of pain before and its nothing that I wanted to go through again. Please don't be the ACL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I made an appointment with my regular doctor to have my knee checked out.  With my vacation plans for Mexico in a week and it taking 2 weeks to get into my Orthopedic doctor I thought might as well have someone look at it and have them tell me some good news so I can go to Mexico with comfort.  Well those doctors words were ones I was fearing. "I can't feel your ACL or MCL." Sweet. I knew I knew what the outcome was; but I was not hoping to hear it.  He asked who my Orthopedic Surgen was and that I should get in to get an MRI before my Mexico trip to confirm.  I called my the Ortho and explained I was going on vacation next week and my unlucky situation.  I went in that day for an MRI where they greeted me and said what did you do this time.  Sad when an MRI place knows you.  Today I dropped the film off to the doctor and shortly received a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this BreAnn?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"BreAnn... it's Dr. Winterton.  I don't have alot of time as I am going into surgery... but we have bad news.  You've retorn your ACL.  How soon can I see you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. I knew it was coming yet the words just hit me.  I am all to familiar with this surgery and the long process of rehab and am not looking forward to it one bit.  My last knee surgery, piece of cake.  Off the crutches in 2 days and back to normal in a week.  ACL is another story.  6 months and I can run again.  One year and I can play soccer again.  Not something I am looking forward to at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a blessing in disguise.  They always are right?  When I booked this trip to Mexico the only worry we had was the drug wars at the borders.  Far far from where we'd be staying so we were not worried that much.  Then this flu epidemic which seems to get worse by the hour.  Still we were on the fence.. oh it'll be okay.  Now the ACL.  No water activities just sun bathing is the doctors orders.  Maybe this is just the last push we needed to stay away from Mexico.  However something that didn't require 6 months rehab and hundreds of dollars of doctors bills would have been nice.  But I suppose I'll take whatever I get.  And I'm getting a new ACL and an even 8 surgeries for my records.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-2216797615887923470?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2216797615887923470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2216797615887923470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2216797615887923470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2216797615887923470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-not-make-it-even-8.html' title='Way not make it an even 8?'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-6933696521108586913</id><published>2009-04-14T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:32:06.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need some ice for that BURN!?</title><content type='html'>Today at lunch I decided that I would go tanning so that when I go to Mexico I'll already have a little tan so I won't have to worry too much about sun screen and what not.  Good idea? I thought so.  I ended up going to this tanning place right around the corner from my work and the lady put me in this "awesome bed. No one ever burns in it and its 10% healthier for you skin then the other ones.  Plus it is our special this month so its half off." Thinking I had a good deal I went on my way.  Yeah pretty sure I know why its half off.  I am burnt like a marshmellow! Could not believe it, looked in the mirror and I was all blotchy; had the awesome goggle lines and was dying from the hottness of the burns. It would have been okay if I didn't have to go back to work.  What a disaster!  I scrummaged through my purse looking for a miracle and found a tube of concealer.  I began to color my face in hopes of looking somewhat normal and headed back to work.  Of course my office has to be one that everyone always goes through and I find myself hiding everytime someone walks in.  Not practicle, but what else can you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's to trying not to get burned in Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-6933696521108586913?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/6933696521108586913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=6933696521108586913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6933696521108586913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/6933696521108586913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/04/need-some-ice-for-that-burn.html' title='Need some ice for that BURN!?'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-5194188635847746608</id><published>2009-04-01T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:28:25.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JfbjpXio0NI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.I. (a rapper) in an interview with CNN when our Monitoring Center calls him on his device.&lt;br /&gt;Too funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-5194188635847746608?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5194188635847746608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=5194188635847746608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5194188635847746608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5194188635847746608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/04/office.html' title='The Office'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-4289139162294979624</id><published>2009-03-23T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:42:00.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of Milo</title><content type='html'>Milo decided to have quite an adventure this weekend.  Friday we took him to the dog park with our friends Katie and Jesse.  We love going to Tanner Park which is a dog park at the mouth of parleys canyon that is huge to say the least where you can have your dogs off the leash and mingle or just go on fun walks through the trees, next to the river, on the mountain or just in the field.  Yes all that in one place! Fabulous!  Needless to say this is Milo's favorite place.  In the past when we have gone there have been dogs about every 100 yards or so.  Perfect for a little dog and getting his attention when need be.  However friday must have been national dog day because there was literally a bajillion dogs.  Okay not literally but there was dogs everywhere you could see.  People with even very well trained dogs were having problems keeping them by them; and as you can imagine Milo was quite overwhelmed with all the dogs and had to see/meet as many of them as he could in 2 minutes and ran all over the place.  We of course looked like chickens with our heads cut off yelling for Milo and chasing after him.  During the walk people who we had never even seen before would walk past Milo and say "Oh Hi Milo!" like they'd known him for forever.  That boy sure knows how to get around! lol.  He did have a little incounter with a bull dog.  About the same size as him however the bull dog got his whole mouth around Milo's back.  I have never seen Milo yelp the way he did then.  I guess lesson learned Milo is no longer the king of the mountain like he thought he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the walk we got to the pond where dogs can swim around.  We were trying to get Milo to go in and in his attempts to go around the pond actually slid down a 10ft concret wall smack into the water. We all just kinda stood around watching to see what he would do... however time went by and by and he still had not come up out of the water. My motherly instincts made my heart drop and start to get nervous that he wasnt coming up.  I yelled to Jon and we must have one mind because the same time I yelled he was in the water going in after him.  Poor Milo almost drowning!  Jon said when he got to him Milo just couldnt figure out which was up and which was down but as soon as his head got out of the water he began to dog paddle. Hopefully he'll be willing to get in the water again!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/ScflqTdVBbI/AAAAAAAAALM/T5mrC1Pr20U/s1600-h/saving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/ScflqTdVBbI/AAAAAAAAALM/T5mrC1Pr20U/s200/saving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316470400074712498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesse was quick with his phone and got a picture of Jon and Milo coming out of the water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-4289139162294979624?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/4289139162294979624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=4289139162294979624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/4289139162294979624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/4289139162294979624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/03/adventures-of-milo_23.html' title='Adventures of Milo'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/ScflqTdVBbI/AAAAAAAAALM/T5mrC1Pr20U/s72-c/saving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2336304302973450441</id><published>2009-03-23T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:28:43.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've had a Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Shout &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOORAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Husband of mine!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-2336304302973450441?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2336304302973450441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2336304302973450441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2336304302973450441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2336304302973450441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/03/youve-had-birthday.html' title='You&apos;ve had a Birthday!'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-8729683548201999894</id><published>2009-03-17T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:31:30.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_BCy7VkII/AAAAAAAAAJE/NSYmxxx5-go/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_BCy7VkII/AAAAAAAAAJE/NSYmxxx5-go/s200/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314178339095023746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_Av_UXxrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PSlHV1Rq0qk/s1600-h/IMG_2783.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_Av_UXxrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PSlHV1Rq0qk/s1600-h/IMG_2783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_Av_UXxrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PSlHV1Rq0qk/s200/IMG_2783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314178016003737266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_A-rIJ--I/AAAAAAAAAI8/jmCQDCPHjxo/s1600-h/4t.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_A-rIJ--I/AAAAAAAAAI8/jmCQDCPHjxo/s200/4t.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314178268281830370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_Av_UXxrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PSlHV1Rq0qk/s1600-h/IMG_2783.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Last weekend we went shooting with our friends Britney, Michael, Tanner and Betsy in the west desert.  Jon and I haven't really been shooting that much; and never together so it was overall a really fun day! Milo actually loved it! He never jumped or anything at the gun shots and for the most part did a good job staying out of the way and playing on the dirt mounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_Ad5oViVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZvaTBOwXtEo/s1600-h/1aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_Ad5oViVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZvaTBOwXtEo/s200/1aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314177705239218514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_CPAg5viI/AAAAAAAAAJc/k0oleA-PKyY/s1600-h/IMG_2770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_CPAg5viI/AAAAAAAAAJc/k0oleA-PKyY/s200/IMG_2770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314179648412302882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_BYqahisI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CuX9NQ4e_Hw/s1600-h/5ment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_BYqahisI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CuX9NQ4e_Hw/s200/5ment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314178714767035074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-8729683548201999894?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8729683548201999894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=8729683548201999894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8729683548201999894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8729683548201999894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/03/shooting-weekend.html' title='Shooting Weekend'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sb_BCy7VkII/AAAAAAAAAJE/NSYmxxx5-go/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-7212408917680015172</id><published>2009-03-04T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:00:32.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Milo</title><content type='html'>Milo, Jon and I took a quick trip to Target the other night.  Jon and I were only going to be a couple minutes in the store so we just stuck Milo in the back of the car (my mazda is a hatchback so we thought oh no problem he'll still be able to breath but he'll be stuck back there) locked the doors and were on our way.  We come back 10 minutes later seeing my hazads flashing and thinking what in the world is going on? We come back to Milo in the drives seat and had apparently turned the hazards on and the brights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sa8H4H9Xu0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Y7HuWixHb7s/s1600-h/4d5694b50173.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sa8H4H9Xu0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Y7HuWixHb7s/s200/4d5694b50173.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309471146483628866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Can't help but Smile&lt;/span&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/610181475034029811-7212408917680015172?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7212408917680015172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=7212408917680015172&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7212408917680015172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7212408917680015172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/03/adventures-of-milo.html' title='The Adventures of Milo'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/Sa8H4H9Xu0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Y7HuWixHb7s/s72-c/4d5694b50173.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-3946137101974125660</id><published>2009-03-02T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:31:28.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote!</title><content type='html'>http://www.westjordanjournal.com/pages/baby_contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for my Nephew for West Jordans Baby Contest.  His picture is towards the end and titled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm ready for more Winter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SaxsFe_TlWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CIFw8NKzJYU/s1600-h/port.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SaxsFe_TlWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CIFw8NKzJYU/s200/port.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308736902236706146" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he precious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-3946137101974125660?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3946137101974125660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=3946137101974125660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3946137101974125660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3946137101974125660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/03/vote.html' title='Vote!'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SaxsFe_TlWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CIFw8NKzJYU/s72-c/port.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-8581004570611329459</id><published>2009-02-26T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:28:06.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SacHjAjIHRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xkUJlROHjsM/s1600-h/water-drops-retouched-1-ajhd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SacHjAjIHRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xkUJlROHjsM/s200/water-drops-retouched-1-ajhd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307218983903567122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Milo absolutely L.O.V.E.S the shower. It is the funniest thing.  If someone is in the shower; well he wants to be in there too. Even if someone isn't in the shower he wants to be in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SacH6tO9-cI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ECb0WiTZJYk/s1600-h/431ead5f85ed.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SacH6tO9-cI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ECb0WiTZJYk/s200/431ead5f85ed.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307219391035603394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a picture of him in the morning while I'm getting ready... begging to be let in the shower.  Usually he just sits in front o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f the shower until you let him in. Silly dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SacJB5oYa1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/aw4PG2jjBek/s1600-h/7a1fbad0d5b8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SacJB5oYa1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/aw4PG2jjBek/s200/7a1fbad0d5b8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307220614134131538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SacJExMyhyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yJlnI2V6ROU/s1600-h/575e536c859b.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SacJExMyhyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yJlnI2V6ROU/s200/575e536c859b.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307220663410525986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SacI44AbN_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/AWd81y3H8CE/s1600-h/224a6fa987d1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SacI44AbN_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/AWd81y3H8CE/s200/224a6fa987d1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307220459079284722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-8581004570611329459?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8581004570611329459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=8581004570611329459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8581004570611329459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8581004570611329459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/02/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SacHjAjIHRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xkUJlROHjsM/s72-c/water-drops-retouched-1-ajhd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2247806988686836559</id><published>2009-02-06T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:13:51.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SYyghma5r0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/sZf3JGjXeFc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SYyghma5r0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/sZf3JGjXeFc/s200/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299787360617738050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-Where did you meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his friend Davids house.  My best friend Jessica told me we had to go over to this house, there's like a 30:1 ratio! I wasn't really in the mood but very glad I went! Jon was the first guy that caught my eye and I didn't need that 30:1... the 1 is just fine for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2-How long did you date before you were married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year and a Half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3-How long have you been married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 9 months! Seems like just yesterday, but then again seems like we've been together for forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-What does he do that surprises you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He shows his love all the time by doing little thing.  The dishwasher is always emptied, I think I've maybe done laundry 3 times since we've been married (seriously).&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SYyeeGqS0MI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mqeBrJ_nGO0/s1600-h/rodeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SYyeeGqS0MI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mqeBrJ_nGO0/s200/rodeo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299785101529501890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5-What is his best feature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing my Jonathan can't do.  I love that I don't have to call a handyman; he can figure anything out.  Which is also his downfall, he wont stop til he figure it out =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6-What is your favorite quality of his?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;He always looks at the good in people.  No matter how crazy the person is he always finds a good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;quality in them and acts on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7-Does he have a nickname for you?&lt;/span&gt; BreBre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SYyf1LGFkzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/73XG5WCOQHc/s1600-h/jon+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SYyf1LGFkzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/73XG5WCOQHc/s200/jon+and+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299786597368435506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;8-What is his favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive learned the hard way (my wedding shower) that Jon really doesn't have favorites.  If he's in the mood for a sandwich then sandwiches are his favorite. Along with mexican, sushi, fruit snacks you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;9-What is his favorite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Snowboarding.&lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SYyfRHbc_fI/AAAAAAAAAFc/82Q5gaAwaEs/s1600-h/dino.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SYyfRHbc_fI/AAAAAAAAAFc/82Q5gaAwaEs/s200/dino.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299785977909018098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10-What was your favorite date?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does doing to disneyworld together count as a date?? cause that was SUPER FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11-What is your  favorite thing to do as a couple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuddle! We love the cuddling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12-Do you have any children?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Milo is pretty much a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13-What are his hidden talents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's very good at pretending to play the piano =) no but he is amazing at building things. Houses/waterfalls/y ou name it he can make it! He's also very good at snowboarding although he wont admit it.  He's a VERY smart cookie with getting his bachelors degree when he was 21 with a 3.7 GPA. I just adore that boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SYyfCDa9lCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zeTmj87gznY/s1600-h/jonandi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SYyfCDa9lCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zeTmj87gznY/s200/jonandi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299785719135179810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 - Who said I Love You first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15-What is his favorite music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, changes everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16-What do y ou admire about him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much he loves me and the patience he has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17-What is his favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, when my mom was making a quilt for him his favorite color was R&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SYye8qQiUWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yCscz_TlNhM/s1600-h/kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SYye8qQiUWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yCscz_TlNhM/s200/kisses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299785626481217890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed, but then mysteriously when he was asked that question at my wedding shower; its turned to green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18-Will he read this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, I dont think he even remembers what our blog site is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU JON!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/610181475034029811-2247806988686836559?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2247806988686836559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2247806988686836559&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2247806988686836559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2247806988686836559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/02/husband-tag.html' title='Husband Tag'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SYyghma5r0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/sZf3JGjXeFc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-5442046560673053306</id><published>2009-02-02T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:21:28.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-55d3d0762ab87d5d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55d3d0762ab87d5d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330138855%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D505C3EA7200227F05F4B066F0A424A40034944D.1F1D1886C0157A6CEDA1321F00C9A9A56169E1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55d3d0762ab87d5d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn8XWA1H6fhtc0eojF7wXPY1n0XY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D55d3d0762ab87d5d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330138855%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D505C3EA7200227F05F4B066F0A424A40034944D.1F1D1886C0157A6CEDA1321F00C9A9A56169E1C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D55d3d0762ab87d5d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn8XWA1H6fhtc0eojF7wXPY1n0XY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful brother Chris made this darling slide show of Milo meeting my family dog Copper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOOO CUTE! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I adore this dog!! and Yes he's sleeping at night! and Yes he is going to the bathroom at night; sort of lol.  He's making progress.  And the cute thing loves taking showers! If one of us is in the shower oh he has to be in there with us! He's a fun one alright.  I love watching Jon with him.  They are best friends and you can really see how great of a dad Jon is going to be!!!&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/610181475034029811-5442046560673053306?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=55d3d0762ab87d5d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/5442046560673053306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=5442046560673053306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5442046560673053306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/5442046560673053306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/02/milo.html' title='Milo'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-8159674365374446055</id><published>2009-01-27T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:30:18.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New family member!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SX82dOiq1dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9mL5eFa4dW8/s1600-h/milo2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SX82dOiq1dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9mL5eFa4dW8/s200/milo2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296011562558608850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday Jon and I picked up our cute little puppy Milo! He's almost 8 weeks old and definitely has a lot of energy!  I love him to death however the peeing and pooping inside is not a plus.  He was going outside pretty good until it snowed and now it is just way too cold for him to go outside.  But he knows he shouldn't go inside so he's just miserable.  Any suggestions? At least he doesn't have dagger claws anymore.  We filled them =) But I'm definitely thinking no babies for a long time.  This puppy is exhausting! Jon and I hardly have any time for eachother because we are running around after Milo.  I just wanna snuggle :( Then he j&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SX82iEJcuhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2cGDt4mtLC8/s1600-h/milo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SX82iEJcuhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2cGDt4mtLC8/s200/milo.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296011645667818002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ust cries all night and we get no sleep.  I've been sleeping in the laundry room for him for a couple hours each night with him and then Jon will get up in the middle of the night too.  Last night he only slept for an hour! It will get better right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-8159674365374446055?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8159674365374446055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=8159674365374446055&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8159674365374446055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8159674365374446055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-family-member.html' title='New family member!'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SX82dOiq1dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9mL5eFa4dW8/s72-c/milo2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-3874220730211988254</id><published>2009-01-22T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:49:31.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate? or Obliterate</title><content type='html'>Last night had to have been one of the craziest/awkward eating experiences ever!  I decided it was time to celebrate after I was put under new management yesterday, something I was praying for for 9 months! Anyways I call up my cousins and see if they would like to go to my favorite restaurant, Chilies, for a little celebration for muah.  We ended up going to the one in Bounitful because it was closer to them.  We were seated right away so it started off good.  Then things got a little crazy.  Don't know if it was our waiters first day on the job or what but everything just started to go wrong.  He took our drink orders ( I requested a Strawberry lemonade, pretty much the only reason I went to Chilies; Lemonade and Chips and Salsa) and after 2 minutes had to come back and ask us again what we were having.  A little later he came by with 4 waters and no lemons, which Ashley had requested.  We said uh can we have some lemons? oo yeah. Sorry we only have 3 left in the whole resturant. wow its only 9 oclock and no more lemons??? this is going to be a long dinner! by then things just went down hill.  They forgot my Lemonade and I had to constantly remind them. Then when I did get it the cup was dirty! I'm not a picky person but yuck! Then Jon tells us we have to be nice to the waiters becuase if you're mean to them they'll do something to your food.  Well the night went out and each thing that went wrong we were getting more and more nervous to bring it up in fear of our food being contaminated.  Then Dan got his chicken and it was crispy.  Not just a little crisp.  More like this chicken dipped itself in charcol.  Nervous he asked the waiter for a new sandwhich because it was burnt. "Burnt? really?" the waiter said.  you'd have to be blind and not smelling right if you argued.  The manager came out and apologized and offered the dinner for free and also a free salad; which we ultimatly didn't receive that either. Not to mention Dan not wanting to eat his newly made chicken sandwhich in fear of contamination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall this was a night of adventure that we were not planning on.  Needless to say I am a die hard chilies chips and salsa fan so this will not deter me from going to a chilis again; but I guess the lesson is.... Nothing is good in Bountiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-3874220730211988254?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/3874220730211988254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=3874220730211988254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3874220730211988254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/3874220730211988254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebrate-or-obliterate.html' title='Celebrate? or Obliterate'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-8066854835763854651</id><published>2009-01-20T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:32:02.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SXYViKJY7iI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LgAapm6KcYA/s1600-h/LoveFoodEatenPearLrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SXYViKJY7iI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LgAapm6KcYA/s200/LoveFoodEatenPearLrg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293442088604069410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Its always the little things in life that make you happy; or at least I think so.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last night I made dinner for Jon and our cousins (Dan and Ashley) and it made me feel so good that there were no leftovers.. which means they liked my food!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SXYWVHvbmLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/88Bh5Y2onuM/s1600-h/porter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SXYWVHvbmLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/88Bh5Y2onuM/s200/porter.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293442964131649714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Sunday we were over at Jon's parents house for dinner and his 1 1/2 year old nephew says my name now! He only says about 15 words and "Bre Bre" is one of them! I guess that makes me his favorite Aunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for cars that work.  Yesterday our neighbor came over asking for a jump; but we couldn't get his car started.  How wonderful is it not having to cross my fingers every time I get in my car hoping it will start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SXYXz7Q6_eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zYrjOaOZ0qU/s1600-h/annie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SXYXz7Q6_eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zYrjOaOZ0qU/s200/annie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293444592870030818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I went to Circuit City hoping for some good deals (just to save you gas there isn't many) but... I did find the movie Annie for $7! I love that movie! Nothing like old clean movies.  But it's been so long it its like a new movie that you just know the words to! Best thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-8066854835763854651?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8066854835763854651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=8066854835763854651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8066854835763854651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8066854835763854651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-little-things.html' title='It&apos;s the Little Things'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SXYViKJY7iI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LgAapm6KcYA/s72-c/LoveFoodEatenPearLrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-4473207567946857631</id><published>2008-12-29T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:46:25.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>Christmas has always been my favorite holiday; but not because of all the presents but because its a whole month of parties! Our first party started off with the Derrick Family Christmas party which was hosted this year at the Lion House. We also had 2 progressive dinners which our house was a stop for both. First time around was Jim and Karens family which was a little crazy; and ended up with pee on our love sac from one of the little girls. At least it was #1 and not #2! We started at 2:00 and didn't end till 10:30! most of the stops were only drinks and so by 10:30 we were starving!! We learned from the first one and the 2nd was with my mom's family and we sure did not have that problem being hungry.  After the first stop at my uncle Max's house I was full! By the time we got to Jessica's for dessert I was stuffed; however she had Razzleberry pie which I could not say no too! I have definitly seen the pounds come this Christmas season and will add to the group of New Year Goals of loosing weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve at my parents house was a blast as usual.  Ever since we were little we'd always celebrate Christmas Eve with my moms side.  We've kept alot of traditions like Sammy the Snowman (we read this book and everytime snow was said you throw Marshmellows at everyone; it used to be tinfoil wrapped up however we quickly learned those can get hard and hurt!) We also had our stocking stuffers where everyone would buy little gifts to give to everyone. Jon and I slept there over night and probably the funniest thing was my family wanting to get in the hot tub in the middle of this huge snow storm at midnight. I wasn't that brave and could only laugh when I heard everyone screaming and saw everyone tried to hide from the strong gusts of wind.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SVkLiZr3WbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/q6IIvC8PlWA/s1600-h/AAAACx9bmBoAAAAAAAmK-Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SVkLiZr3WbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/q6IIvC8PlWA/s200/AAAACx9bmBoAAAAAAAmK-Q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285268323334314418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we opened our presents and got a BBQ from my parents! How thoughtful! Jon and I then went home to open our gifts.  It was a good thing we drove the truck because it was a blizzard! Jon gave me this beautiful Jewelry armour! Some people said well I guess Jon now you have to buy her jewerly to put in it... but its already full! I also got the Britney Spears CD! =) and a new jacket and snow pants.  Jon got a bunch of tools and also the Rob and Big seasons.  He was very surprised by that but we love it! I even got my brother and mom hooked on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SVkMKlBMvVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/G0HD8rL3_ZA/s1600-h/rob_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SVkMKlBMvVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/G0HD8rL3_ZA/s200/rob_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285269013571353938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Jons parents house where we had a Christmas Lunch.  It was alot of family in a couple weeks but I wouldn't change one bit of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-4473207567946857631?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/4473207567946857631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=4473207567946857631&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/4473207567946857631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/4473207567946857631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SVkLiZr3WbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/q6IIvC8PlWA/s72-c/AAAACx9bmBoAAAAAAAmK-Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2289296658514161514</id><published>2008-12-18T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:14:02.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon's Graduated!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Jon's last day of school.  Even though he was not very excited about it (weird boy) I am very excited for him.  I wanted to do something super special for him and booked a sleigh ride up the mountain to a yurt for a 5 course dinner along with a snow shoeing tour. http://www.thevikingyurt.com/index.html -- Should be fun right?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUqCdlC6XDI/AAAAAAAAADk/Vmsz2W7m0jY/s1600-h/yurtfrontpage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUqCdlC6XDI/AAAAAAAAADk/Vmsz2W7m0jY/s200/yurtfrontpage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281176957717470258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUqCjiAi6BI/AAAAAAAAADs/BNnV9AmE0xQ/s1600-h/sleighride9500ft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUqCjiAi6BI/AAAAAAAAADs/BNnV9AmE0xQ/s200/sleighride9500ft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281177059981453330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both got off work a little early to make it up to Park City in time.  It was FREEZING. 12 degrees as we climbed into our bob cat sleigh. It hasn't been snowing a lot (until today!) so they decided to take us up a different way to the top of the mountain where our dinner was waiting.  However shortly after the ride started we ran into just a few problems.  This area had not been groomed therefore we were having a big of difficulty getting up the mountain. I think I can I think I can were the words Jon used for our struggle up the mountain lol.  We'd almost get to the top then start sliding down the mountain backwards.  Pretty funny however a mom sitting in the row in front of us had different words to describe it.  After a good half hour we called for reinforcements.  Another bob cat came to try to help us up the mountain however shortly after chaining us together the chain broke and we once again started falling down the mountain.  Makes us wonder what exactly was holding our sleigh to the bob cat.  Sad to say they cancelled our evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt horrible. This was supposed to be a big day for Jon; however we did have an experience that we wont forget.  One day we will make it on all our adventures we've tried.  Yurt you havent seen the last of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUqEpV7JBSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0NzqxHWe20k/s1600-h/sleigh1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUqEpV7JBSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0NzqxHWe20k/s200/sleigh1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281179358840030498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-2289296658514161514?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2289296658514161514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2289296658514161514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2289296658514161514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2289296658514161514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2008/12/jons-graduated.html' title='Jon&apos;s Graduated!'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUqCdlC6XDI/AAAAAAAAADk/Vmsz2W7m0jY/s72-c/yurtfrontpage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2990310208122218874</id><published>2008-12-17T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:43:50.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUkl7I42r0I/AAAAAAAAADE/wuayGR5JS70/s1600-h/crystal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUkl7I42r0I/AAAAAAAAADE/wuayGR5JS70/s200/crystal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280793735997075266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am a huge survivor fan and I have to say half way through this season I was beginning to wonder if it was even worth watching anymore. &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BRDERR%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal I could not stand.  Me being an athlete was disgusted with her so called gold medal capabilities and after the first challenge where this gold medal athlete had to be pushed/carried up the hill by non- Olympic champion was embarrassing.  Hopefully if other Olympic Champions come to the show they will show more strength than she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUkqjikOzpI/AAAAAAAAADM/R1GU8WGJi6k/s1600-h/kenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUkqjikOzpI/AAAAAAAAADM/R1GU8WGJi6k/s200/kenny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280798828131176082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd person that I could not stand was Kenny.  My brothers being gamers (I'm not to bad myself) I didn't think I would mind him that much; but I really think what bothered me the most was his long finger nails on his skinny body.  Kind of reminded me of the cadavers in the UofU lab where they were just skin and bones yet their fingernails continued to grow. EW still gives me the chills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two seemed to be running the game for a while and I promised myself that if it was them in the final 2 this would be my last season of watching but to my great surprise Crystal got voted out and I knew Kenny would be next. YES I got my second chance with survivor and I could again watch it with passion.  Even though my idle top three would have been Sugar, Bob and Matty; at least I got 2 of my favorites in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-2990310208122218874?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2990310208122218874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2990310208122218874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2990310208122218874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2990310208122218874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2008/12/survivor.html' title='Survivor!'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUkl7I42r0I/AAAAAAAAADE/wuayGR5JS70/s72-c/crystal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-8024713507527826024</id><published>2008-12-15T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:30:13.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home</title><content type='html'>I decided for those of you who have been lame and havent seen our house yet that I would post some pictures! So here is our new house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaSdU6aklI/AAAAAAAAAB0/u23QwSF3zrI/s1600-h/front+door.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaSdU6aklI/AAAAAAAAAB0/u23QwSF3zrI/s320/front+door.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280068645666067026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaS4nkJAoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uygZUIvkU0Y/s1600-h/master+bath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaS4nkJAoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uygZUIvkU0Y/s320/master+bath.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280069114529383042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaS4avabKI/AAAAAAAAACs/GqQpdfH4Gg8/s1600-h/bath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaS4avabKI/AAAAAAAAACs/GqQpdfH4Gg8/s320/bath.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280069111087000738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaS3cvSkOI/AAAAAAAAACk/2ftIY7HfVVo/s1600-h/bedroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaS3cvSkOI/AAAAAAAAACk/2ftIY7HfVVo/s320/bedroom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280069094443487458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaS25oFF7I/AAAAAAAAACc/lZiAigNypbw/s1600-h/bedroom2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaS25oFF7I/AAAAAAAAACc/lZiAigNypbw/s320/bedroom2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280069085018003378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaSet9gR1I/AAAAAAAAACU/YeLH4R9Th-s/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaSet9gR1I/AAAAAAAAACU/YeLH4R9Th-s/s320/kitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280068669569779538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaSet6NxEI/AAAAAAAAACM/JxZRbDEBHUE/s1600-h/dining+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaSet6NxEI/AAAAAAAAACM/JxZRbDEBHUE/s320/dining+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280068669555983426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaSd5QFP8I/AAAAAAAAACE/z_2Lw_LnL6M/s1600-h/Car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaSd5QFP8I/AAAAAAAAACE/z_2Lw_LnL6M/s320/Car.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280068655420620738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaSdlxCrGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NbKx99fdsjA/s1600-h/truck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaSdlxCrGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NbKx99fdsjA/s320/truck.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280068650190154850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaS49TAgTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xNKeZgK7OVQ/s1600-h/backyard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaS49TAgTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xNKeZgK7OVQ/s320/backyard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280069120363102514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-8024713507527826024?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/8024713507527826024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=8024713507527826024&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8024713507527826024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/8024713507527826024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-home.html' title='New Home'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUaSdU6aklI/AAAAAAAAAB0/u23QwSF3zrI/s72-c/front+door.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-728995317741695827</id><published>2008-12-11T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:29:52.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look alot like CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Wrapping paper or giftbags?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; wrapping paper; however its a horrible wrapping job! Although there are some pretty cute bags out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Real or artifical tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Artifical; and its beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?&lt;/span&gt; We but it up just after Halloween this year; next year probably the day after thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. When do you take down the tree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Probably around New Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Do you like eggnog?&lt;/span&gt; Small sips of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; probably my Barbie house. I loved that thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Hardest to person to buy for?&lt;/span&gt; .... I don't have a hard time for anyone actually, I just love buying presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for?&lt;/span&gt; Jon. He has wayy to much this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;/span&gt; A globe one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Mail or email christmas cards?&lt;/span&gt; never sent them before, but probably mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever recieved?&lt;/span&gt; A candle that my Grandma gave me that was broken. She didn't know it was broken though and felt horrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12.Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;/span&gt; Borrowed hearts.  It was made for TV and I love it! Wonderful Jon found it on Amazon and bought it for me this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. When do you start shopping?&lt;/span&gt; Octoberish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?&lt;/span&gt; Who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?&lt;/span&gt; Eat? How about drink? I love hot almond punch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Lights on the tree?&lt;/span&gt; Of course-What kind of question is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt; I love the Christmas Shoes; Amy Grants Christmas Lullaby (I Will Lead You Home) ; Where are you Christmas from the Grinch; and all of the Forgotten Carols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?&lt;/span&gt; Growing up it was traveling which I loved; But now we're staying home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's Reindeer?&lt;/span&gt; Yes and I remind Jon all the time that I know them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Angel or star tree topper?&lt;/span&gt; neither actually. We dont have anything up there :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;PJs on Christmas Eve, everything else in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of year?&lt;/span&gt; Snow on the roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23. Favorite ornament theme or color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We have Brown and Off White and its B-E-A-UTIFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24. Favorite for Christmas Dinner? &lt;/span&gt;We've always had Ham and Funeral Potoates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;/span&gt; a treadmill to work of all these holiday pounds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&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/610181475034029811-728995317741695827?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/728995317741695827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=728995317741695827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/728995317741695827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/728995317741695827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look alot like CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-7161110790796612768</id><published>2008-12-10T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:02:12.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUA79iIA0PI/AAAAAAAAABk/kobHJaZEDXM/s1600-h/89282e4a475e.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUA79iIA0PI/AAAAAAAAABk/kobHJaZEDXM/s320/89282e4a475e.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278284691596693746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would be dedicated to this blog; and it lasted a day.  Starting now I will be a blogaholic and do you proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last post Jon and I have moved into our beautiful new house! We're kitty corner of St. Marks hospital (good thing they take blue cross =) with 7-11 in our back yard.  Not so bad actually when its early saturday morning you realize you don't have eggs and you are dying for Jon to make you waffles!  The house is beautiful and just the right size if you exclude the basement.  It's become the junk pileup since we have nothing to put down there.  Jon is thinking now that he is done with school (one week left) he'll take a cabinetry class one night a week and make some cabinets for us to have a bar downstairs.  He's a workaholic; but I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had our Christmas tree up ever since halloween however now we have present under them! Jon also put lights up around the house.  I'll have to take a picture of the home and lights this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-7161110790796612768?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/7161110790796612768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=7161110790796612768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7161110790796612768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/7161110790796612768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2008/12/starting-over.html' title='Starting over'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/SUA79iIA0PI/AAAAAAAAABk/kobHJaZEDXM/s72-c/89282e4a475e.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2746303460950967080</id><published>2008-08-26T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:29:22.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-19.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791335658777&amp;amp;site=widget-19.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791335658777&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-19.slide.com/p1/2522015791335658777/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791335658777&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-19.slide.com/p2/2522015791335658777/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791335658777&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-19.slide.com/p4/2522015791335658777/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/610181475034029811-2746303460950967080?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2746303460950967080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2746303460950967080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2746303460950967080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2746303460950967080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-wedding.html' title='Our Wedding'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610181475034029811.post-2464873487519785778</id><published>2008-08-26T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:16:11.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Out</title><content type='html'>Jon and I decided to give into the whole blog thing; well I guess I did and just told Jon that I would make one.  Things as a married life is going great.  The only thing I would change is to buy a king sized bed so I wouldn't get elbowed in the face every night; but he's getting better.  We are having to move out of our apartment this weekend and so things are getting crazy trying to move out but thinking about moving into our own home in a couple weeks makes it all worth it. Then we can finally buy a king sized bed!  Jon starts school tomorrow, a little bitter sweet.  I would love to have him home every night, but then he only has 2 classes and then he's done.  I'm so excited for him!  He's always worked so hard at school and finally he's going to be done and getting paid what he's worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/610181475034029811-2464873487519785778?l=jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/feeds/2464873487519785778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=610181475034029811&amp;postID=2464873487519785778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2464873487519785778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/610181475034029811/posts/default/2464873487519785778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandbrethorpe.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-out.html' title='Moving Out'/><author><name>Jon and Bre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649069801828193954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHNFhZeo7QA/S6P1j3IcA5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/hpnMlA5rs9Y/S220/702490281_R8ppz-S.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
