<?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-606021058869290728</id><updated>2011-12-17T23:46:37.368-05:00</updated><category term='Baby Audry'/><title type='text'>Continuous Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-1550268786039345373</id><published>2011-04-08T15:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T15:44:43.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodness ... it has been over a year since I have posted. I think it is high time I start to post again. I will start with this nice little thingy below. I LOOVE e-mealz and am highly recommending it! If anything, just take a look and see all the different meal plans they offer. I went with el-basic "Wal-Mart for 2". You may choose a low-carb or low-fat plan or family plans for 4-7 people. AND it provides you with a shopping list too!! It is pretty neat and EXTREMELY cost effective! My boss, Scott, uses this and now has me hooked. I hope you at least take a look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://e-mealz.com/amember/go.php?r=204403&amp;amp;i=b9"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.e-mealz.com/banners/banner-120x240.gif" alt="Emealz - Easy Meals for Busy People!" border="0" height="240" width="120" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the sample copies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HniiZEbGDIk/TZ9k0iTNneI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nLhHoFMd9kA/s1600/mealplanfortwowal371-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HniiZEbGDIk/TZ9k0iTNneI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nLhHoFMd9kA/s320/mealplanfortwowal371-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593300115940810210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgjBGaJkHEI/TZ9ktiWhdmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rdbHec5k9w8/s1600/mealplanfortwowal371-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PgjBGaJkHEI/TZ9ktiWhdmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rdbHec5k9w8/s320/mealplanfortwowal371-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593299995695609442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/606021058869290728-1550268786039345373?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/1550268786039345373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=1550268786039345373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/1550268786039345373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/1550268786039345373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2011/04/goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HniiZEbGDIk/TZ9k0iTNneI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nLhHoFMd9kA/s72-c/mealplanfortwowal371-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-607316237427200224</id><published>2010-02-04T19:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:45:59.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, Sweet February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Wow, how time flies!?! I haven't posted in months. Time just seems to pick up and go and leave us in dust. Things have been a bit different lately. We finally decided to join the high ranks of parenthood...Baby W will be here in September. Exciting. What seemed like an ETERNITY of trying..really wasn't. Only a few months..which is normal I hear. lol. I will never forget seeing the 2 pink lines instantly. I stood there..dead in my tracks and said (pardon me) HOLY SHIT..wooo hoo! ha ha! I was home by myself so i could scream as loud as i want..well even if anyone else would've been home..i still would've screamed. lol! Week 5, 6 &amp;amp; 7 were not so good. Sickness was AWFUL. It was like having the flu without the aches/pains. I was miserable. Week 8 was better, but still sickies off and on. I am on week 9 now..feeling mucho better and sickness has been replaced with blah and tired feeling. :) i'll take that over sick though, any day! I still get the inevitable dry heaves in the morning though..that rocks. :( It only lasts a few very short minutes and i don't complain. It comes on fast and leaves that fast too! Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to colorado on Vacation a few weeks ago...aka..during the worst sickie weeks i had. YAY..what a great way to spend vacation. We talked about coming home early..but i stuck it out! It was amazing out there..beautiful, peaceful and just serene. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be emotional easy lately..not a big fan of that. I usually cry once a day. Maybe it is theraputic. 99% of the time, it is due to having a question for my mom that I will never be able to ask and then i get all sentimental..yup..like now and just really really really really miss her. I try to be strong, but it just seems useless lately. I never thought i would have to go through pregnancy or labor with out her and it honestly terrifies me. The other day i realized what scared me the most..no matter what, she was the one person in life that I could count on forever to love me no matter what. Now, not saying that Troy doesn't..lol..but god forbid if for some god forsaken reason our marriage would end..i wouldn't have the person to love me no matter what. Her love knew no boundries and was unconditional. I miss that and realize it till she was gone. I feel like i took her for granted. Anyway..i could go on and on..but i must stop.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a bit better just typing this out..seems to have gotten a bit out of my system...g'night.&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/606021058869290728-607316237427200224?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/607316237427200224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=607316237427200224&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/607316237427200224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/607316237427200224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahh-sweet-february.html' title='Ahh, Sweet February'/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-3940136904850264583</id><published>2009-08-18T07:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:57:50.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a plan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 15px/normal 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Tammy Marie Denue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always took for granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what I thought I'd never lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I never thought it would happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until I heard the dreaded news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say you were chosen for his garden,&lt;br /&gt;His preciously hand picked bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;"God really needed her,&lt;br /&gt;That's why she couldn't stay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saying goodbye is never easy,&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;But what hurts me even more&lt;br /&gt;Is not the chance to say it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So today, Jesus, as you are listening&lt;br /&gt;in your home above;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go and find my mom,&lt;br /&gt;And give her all my love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;~    ~    ~    ~   ~    ~    ~    ~   ~    ~    ~    ~   ~    ~    ~    ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); "&gt;Today seems to be starting on a rougher foot than normal, just a bit more emotional i guess? I've noticed that when i turn my iTunes on (a daily basis when i get to work) that i haven't had it on 'random'. I just have it play the same playlist, straight down..every day. Hmmm, I should be tired of all those songs by now! lol! Anyway, there is a song on their that was my moms fav and my step dad used to sing it to her when they would go out and karaoke in their older days (lol...their olden days were only 10 or so years ago) AND this was her wedding march when she married Squeak (my step dad). Sooo, i've decided since i pretty hear it EVERY morning on my play list that i will take that 8 minutes and 2 seconds and that will be my daily time with my mom through the week. It's the 2nd song on my playlist so it is played sometime between 7:15 am-7:45 am. The phones aren't ringing yet, no one else is in my office till 8, so i have MY OWN TIME. I can have a few tears and not have anxiety over anyone seeing me. :) Ahh! Kind of refreshing actually. Soo yep, thats the plan. I like plans. They make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/606021058869290728-3940136904850264583?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/3940136904850264583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=3940136904850264583&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/3940136904850264583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/3940136904850264583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-plan.html' title='I have a plan!'/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-1601999502395041427</id><published>2009-05-15T07:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:34:28.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friday Friday FRIDAY!!</title><content type='html'>It's FRIDAY!! Normally, Fridays are that big a deal to me. I like my job and sometimes find myself missing it over the weekend (yes, I know this is ODD). BUT...Today I am very happy that it's Friday and that I don't have to work Saturday or Sunday. It has just been one of those crazy work weeks and i'm just ready to sleep in and relax. Ahh! I can't wait.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we have my moms dog this weekend as they left at 3 AM today to head to Wisc. to go 'shroomin' a.k.a. Mushroom Hunting. They are pumped about it. Great for them..great for me when they come home with lots!! YAY! Anyway, she has a dog like mine that is just a few years older. My doggie, Bailie, just loves her. She's never been to my house so last night was a bit different for her. She kept looking for my mom and wouldn't lay down in bed with us to sleep. Soo, after 30 minutes of trying to get her to ly down and get Bailie to lay down (he was a bit jealous and wouldn't come near me while in bed) AND a tired husband getting aggravated from the dogs continuously walking around the bed, I finally took her to her kennel and put her in there. I felt awful, but she didn't make a peep, phew!! Soo, 1 night down - only 2 more to go! Wish us luck! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been busy. I like busy though. I am ready for a bit of break, not sure when that'll happen though. Troy had surgery on his shoulder in February 17th. He had a S.L.A.P. tear? Basically his shoulder would dis-located for the past 8-9 years easier and easier. He couldn't even take laundry out of the dryer without it almost slipping. Since he works construction and that is slow right now, he decided to have it done. He is STILL off work as the surgeon from South Bend Orthopedics told him it was the 3rd worst he has ever seen. The surgeon was just amazed at how long Troy lived with it. His exact words to me right after surgery were "He is one tough S.O.B." I looked at him and said "Yes he is". Troy is honestly probably one of the strongest guys I know with a superbly high tolerance for pain. He doesn't want attention or to be babied if he has any pain. I am proud of him! Soo, long story short..he is off still for another 4-5 weeks. UGH. Can't wait for a normal paycheck again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, whats going on with me. Not much. Working alot (which makes me feel blessed and lucky). I am involved in a "weight loss challenge" at work. Its ok fun. some people are just filled with drama, but when they can't take the heat..they just drop out. YAY..better chances for me then! We started end of March and since then i've been watching what i eat and exercising. As of today, I have lost 12 pounds!! YAY! I am HALF way to my goal. I love it. I feel better and even Troy has commented that he has noticed a difference in how my clothes fit, how i look and that my attitude and motivation are mucho improved. I'm not saying i was *fat* before, just slightly overweight for my age, height and build. I was 25-27 pounds heavier than when we got married. That bugged me!!  Also, It's like having a whole wardrobe!! I can fit into old clothes now! YESS!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats it for now. I have lots of work to do! Hope you all have a great weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/606021058869290728-1601999502395041427?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/1601999502395041427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=1601999502395041427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/1601999502395041427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/1601999502395041427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-friday-friday.html' title='friday Friday FRIDAY!!'/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-4041678718564892869</id><published>2009-01-20T20:06:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:49:38.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Years, months or just days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;WOW..it has been how many months..days..shoot seems like years since my last blog, well it wasn't actually a "blog" now though was it?! Anywho..soo much has went on and yet soo little at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;End of September - December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Yep, those months were right up there with probably being the 2nd or 3rd toughest times in my life.  Nothing about me personally..just family in general. My brother, who is 18, seemed to just go down hill and cause soo much emotionally charged drama in the family! Shoot, just typing this now still makes me teary eyed. HENCE why i hadn't blogged in such a hoot of a long time. Anyway. He has a little girl (that i adore more than anything) that was born 8-29-08 to him and girlfriend Bekka. Brett (my brother) just seemed to not want to be responsible for much of anything after he lost his job a few weeks after Audri was born. He didn't "try" to get a job, he did but didn't. Bekka is a senior at school (he graduated 08) and goes to the academy to finish up her year (i am soooo proud of her)! Anyway...he got in with a not so great group of people and just became distant and at one point hadn't seen his baby girl for 3 weeks. It just kills me. He wouldn't return texts, calls or anything. He started staying with a buddy of his at this time so it's not like he'd see his mom everyday. Our dad would call him and he wouldn't call him back and it just killed my dad. Brett was lying and just all sorts of crazyness. My dads mom is sick and has emphasyma (however you spell it) and it took a MAJOR toll on her. She hates seeing her son (my dad) hurt soo bad and Brett  wouldn't call her back. UGH....so i was the one trying to get all back together. Went with Brett's mom (we have same dad..diff, moms) one night to hunt him down and shocked the heck out of him. From there on things started to get better. Had a few points where he was back to his old ways but after I showed up on his doorstep one day on my lunch with emails that dad had sent me desperately searching for a way to find his son and just be able to talk to  him and dad saying thigns that made me scared what he'd do to himself...i just stood there and cried. (side note..Brett had gotten back to seeing his daughter 3-4 times a week at this point and had just started to "babysit" his baby girl every day for Bekka while she would go to work ...she goes to school 6-8 am and then works 10-3 or 4). Soo, he finally realized what a toll it had taken on everyone and i point blank said i couldn't emotionally take it ANYMORE..my nerves were beyond shot..my relationship with Troy was stressed and I just was basically depressed and tried to hide it and "act" normal. that was easier than i thought..the acting normal. work wa s my get away. Until my dad would stop in to get his weekly paper and stand in my office and cry broke my heart! I've had my issues with him but we are adults and i try to remember thats in the past. ugh. Family. Soo, loong story short (ahhahahah yeah right) 2 weeks prior to christmas I got things worked out by finally getting through to Brett. He now calls and texts us all back. He came to CHristmas and had Audri and Bekka with him! YAY! I still am scared to let myself think that it is all passed..i'm on edge some days just wondering whats next? I have never felt like I did during that time. I can't describe it and it seriously hurts to talk about it. Everyone always asks to have me talk to them about it and i want too soo bad...i just can't seem to do it. I'm that person that can talk about some things like that...but man..this particular issue killed me. I just didn't want to talk about ... hoping that it would just go away..nope! Soo long story short ... that is major hoopity reason for not being into the blogging world nor wanting to comment etc. soo, please accept my sincere apologies for missing out on your lives. I missed you all and hope to be back to stay! AHH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;p.s. I hope you know that i'm not asking for "pity" by posting this..just sometimes venting after all is said and done is good for me, plus i hope it gives a little glimpse at where i've been.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Also, work has been crazy super-cal-a-frag-a-listic-ly busy for the last 2 weeks going on 3. Working 7 am - basically 6 pm is kicking my rear the last few days! 1st week i had 14 hours overtime and last week only 6ish!! This week i'm up to 4 1/2 over and it's only tuesday  night! ahh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ooook! enough..Soo, that is part 1 of blogging for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Here is a pic of my brother, Audri and Bekka. I love them soo much and can't imagine life without my "baby" brother and now his daugher and Bekka. Ahh..teary eyed me..i'm done for now! ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SXZ7cRp-eeI/AAAAAAAAADg/AtMfjT7kGm4/s1600-h/l_5e7523a278834b638d44c28a29c747ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SXZ7cRp-eeI/AAAAAAAAADg/AtMfjT7kGm4/s320/l_5e7523a278834b638d44c28a29c747ae.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293554137726613986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/606021058869290728-4041678718564892869?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/4041678718564892869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=4041678718564892869&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/4041678718564892869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/4041678718564892869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2009/01/years-months-or-just-days.html' title='Years, months or just days'/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SXZ7cRp-eeI/AAAAAAAAADg/AtMfjT7kGm4/s72-c/l_5e7523a278834b638d44c28a29c747ae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-5331597479763059448</id><published>2008-11-20T17:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:32:31.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/c_oxzkY2d1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/c_oxzkY2d1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ingridmichaelson/music/h9xBykAx/ingrid_michaelson_the_way_i_am/"&gt;The Way I Am - Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came across this song and I just liked the sound of her voice and the beat. I haven't even listened to the words yet..just the sound i love! Hope you all enjoy..i'm off to listen to it again to actually "listen" to what she is saying! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/606021058869290728-5331597479763059448?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/5331597479763059448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=5331597479763059448&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/5331597479763059448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/5331597479763059448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2008/11/way-i-am-ingrid-michaelson-i-just-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-1421320739348277192</id><published>2008-11-13T14:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:35:58.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG, you're it</title><content type='html'>So I've known that I've been tagged for almost a week now. I haven't read anyones blogs that have been tagged as they would "skew" me from coming up with my own odd facts about myself and I would most likely just be able to relate to that persons fact about themselves and then steal it for mine..etc etc. Sooo, after i post this...i WILL go and read all the blogs!! YippEE!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Strange Fun Fact #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-I have an issue with starting laundry in the washer and walking away and not shutting the lid. I come back hours or the next day if i've put it in before bed and the lid is up and the washer is full..but it hasn't "ran". Ugh! Usually Troy is the lucky one to see it. I'll toss some things in and start it up and walk away and an hour or 2 later I hear the washer running and i ask Troy "What are you washing??" he laughs and says "I'm washing the clothes you put in and didn't put the lid down"! Why the heck can't the washer just "wash" with the lid open..geesh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Strange Fun Fact #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-I used to wake up and lay in bed and of course...not want to get up. So, I used to count to whatever my age was and THEN get up. Odd eh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Strange Fun Fact #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-This isn't too strange. Procrastinate Procrastinate Procrastinate (As it took me almost a week to post all this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Strange Fun Fact #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-I really don't like talking on the phone...at all! I'm a girl that hates the phone! My old job was that I answered phones allll the time and dealt with upset people. Man..i'd go home and just not answer the phone. HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Strange Fun Fact #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-I love music (thats not the odd part). BUT I most likely couldn't tell you the name of the Artist/Band or what the name of the song is. I could just tell you "this is how it goes" or "it kinda sounds like this". HA! I always have to ask Troy. He is GREAT with knowing the Artist/Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Strange Fun Fact #6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-I really really like to go shopping by myself. It's not that I don't like people (ha ha). I just like to be able to go and do as I please as fast or slow as I want! I'm soo darn selfish! I don't mind going with someone every now and then..but majority of the time by MYSELF! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Strange Fun Fact #7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-That it took me almost a whole week to come up with these. ha ha! I can't just "come up" with things very easily. I know i'm an odd/strange person..this I know but I had no idea what to put on here. So i just was mentally aware of things I've encountered this last week and noted them! haha..yes, I wrote/typed them down so i'd remember! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaaaannnnnnnnndddd there you have it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/606021058869290728-1421320739348277192?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/1421320739348277192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=1421320739348277192&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/1421320739348277192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/1421320739348277192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-youre-it.html' title='TAG, you&apos;re it'/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-7989022829461652562</id><published>2008-10-30T10:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:02:19.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday "Spooky" Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPY FALL &amp;amp; HALLOWEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SQnKlUyatGI/AAAAAAAAADA/d9vO4B3b_lo/s1600-h/bailie.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/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SQnKlUyatGI/AAAAAAAAADA/d9vO4B3b_lo/s320/bailie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262960382143280226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been incredibly tooooo long since my last post! Just shy of a month, I think? Not too awful much blog worthy "stuff".  I had a hair appt. yesterday and found out that my straightening iron is breaking the hair on the top of my head...thats always pleasant. I knew something wasn't right. I have these little hairs that seem to stick straight up every now and then. Usually i can "tame" them pretty well. I am purchasing a new straightening iron..a REALLY good one. My stylist, Brooke, (who is phenomenal) recommended getting one like she uses. I have actually always wanted a really nice one like hers. So, i'm "eBaying" to find it at a mucho discounted price. YAY for eBay! Seriously..that site has saved me $$. So anyway...i planned on getting some highlights put in again...well, we decided with the hair on top being brittle and kinda breaking easily that highlights would only make it weaker and more brittle. Sooo, we went with an all over color to help condition my hair. I went back to my "natural" color of Brown..not dark dark dark brown..just a medium brown. It's actually pretty cool. Going from almost being blond to being brown is quite the adjustment. I woke up and looked in the mirror this morning and was like WHOA, who is that! haha! So thats my new FALL thing. Darker hair. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandpa brought me a Halloween goody bag to work today! YESS!! I may be 25 years old..but never too old for grandma and grandpa to bring me candy. He was out delivering to us grandkids today! Soo cute! I was stoked! There are Reese's Cups, Milky Ways, 3 Musketeers, Kit Kats and Hershey Bars in the bag! YESSSS!! Every girl loves a little peanut butter and chocolate in her day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend, I went with my mother-in-law to babysit my nephew in Grand Rapids. Soo much fun. My sister-in-law turned 30 Saturday and they were going out to celebrate. So we got to take Austin (who is 14 mths) with us for the day. We went shopping, shopping and more shopping. He did awesome! We were gone for 6 hours and he didn't fuss AT ALL! We went to Chili's for dinner around 7. He was a hoot! He was being flirty with a girl at the table behind us. I hope that when I have a baby, he or she is half as good as him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SQnJtGpSIGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X_Fv_VLP32o/s1600-h/smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SQnJtGpSIGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X_Fv_VLP32o/s320/smiles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262959416274198626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past Tuesday, I babysat my niece! Just her and me. It was sooooooo  much fun. It was the first time I actually babysat her. She is just adorable. She is 2 months now and a great baby. She only fusses when she is hungry or has a dirty diaper. Otherwise, she is very content. She has started to smile to! I would say "Aunt Brandi loves you SOOOO MUCH" and when I would say SOOO MUCH..she would smile soo big! ;) She knows her Auntie Brandi loves her!  I had her for 3 hours and it was absolutely a fantastic time. I was beaming from ear to ear to spend time with her being just her and me. Troy was hunting..he called and asked how it was going when he was done and just laughed and said that he was glad it was going great and that i was freaking out! haha! I was a bit nervous...being i hadn't watched such a newborn in a long time. But it went great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooo, tomorrow is Halloween! I have my treat bags that i hand out about 90% done. I just need to add a few more pieces of candy and tie them up and i'll be ready. I love handing out candy to the kids. It is soooo much fun! I think my momma is coming over as she doesn't get any trick-or-treaters at her house since she lives in the country. I live in the country, but a sub-division in the country. :) I can't wait to see all the fun customes. HA..last year, this kid comes up and i go "Ohh, you're a Nascar driver...how cute!" Umm, Angie (she hung out for halloween with me) says "Bran..he's Ricky Bobby from 'Talledaga Nights'!" OHHHH..I was like..sorry kid. He just smiled and was shy and ran back to his mom! haha! I think we laughed about that all night and I still do to this day. Funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volleyball starts back November 10th! WOO HOO! Too bad I'm outta town that day and will miss our FIRST game.  :( It'll be ok. I know it. It was nice to see some friends this week though. I seen the "volleyball gang" Monday night. I really haven't seen any of my friends for a few weeks. I miss them. I'm feeling a girls night coming soon..very soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats it..now that i've written a heck of a lot more than planned. I tend to "RAMBLE" on easily.  :) Have a great weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/606021058869290728-7989022829461652562?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/7989022829461652562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=7989022829461652562&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/7989022829461652562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/7989022829461652562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2008/10/thursday-spooky-ramblings.html' title='Thursday &quot;Spooky&quot; Ramblings'/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SQnKlUyatGI/AAAAAAAAADA/d9vO4B3b_lo/s72-c/bailie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-769550233493973559</id><published>2008-10-08T07:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:38:12.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So last night Troy and I were watching Dirty Jobs on the Discovery channel. (BTW..the show rocks) and they were goose hunting or something like that..a big swammpy area that they were catching goose, not for "hunting" purposes, but for real use i guess? IT's DIRTY  JOBS..not a hunting show..anyway, I say to him "I should text Tracy (his sister in MI) and tell her that if Ryan (her hubby) wants some tips on duck hunting..they should totally watch Dirty Jobs right now..he looks at me and laughs! haha! I was like.."hahaha, yes, I know I'm a hoot"..HA..nope, that isn't why he was laughing. I thought it was a funny/brilliant idea. He proceeds to tell me that there is a HUGE difference between ducks and geese. Huh?!?! Obviously..they are from the same "family" though. HA..he laughs EVEN HARDER!! haha. Now, i'm starting to feel defensive and start to pull things from you know where. I respond with (ha..i'm soo laughing soo hard right now) "they are just like a Pony is to a horse" HHHAAAA HAAAA! He starts to laugh uncontrollably at this point as I keep a dead serious look on my face! ha. Sooo, long story short. I DO know that a goose and a duck ARE different...but I still think they are INCREDIBLY similar. I hope you all had a good laugh...you just had to have been there. :)&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/606021058869290728-769550233493973559?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/769550233493973559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=769550233493973559&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/769550233493973559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/769550233493973559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2008/10/hump-day-ramblings.html' title='Hump Day Ramblings'/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-3278023022998992037</id><published>2008-09-25T07:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:58:47.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, it took me a good 20 seconds to remember how to actually "post" a blog?!?! I was starting to get a little worried...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, What a nice Thursday morning. I was able to drive my beast..aka my blazer this morning, for the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alllll&lt;/span&gt; week. I have been driving Troys truck all week as well as pretty all LAST week too. :) His truck is 5 years newer than mine and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt; nicer. I compare them like this..his truck is like sitting in first class on a plane and mine isn't even coach..it's the luggage area. Yep..that is how I feel when driving it, riding in the luggage area of a plane.  :) ANYWAY..you are probably asking "Why aren't you driving your beast (aka, blazer) this week or last?"..well, it has been leaking some fluids-antifreeze and whatever else. Being that my truck is 8 almost 9 years old..I wasn't going to drive it and have it break down on me if I didn't have to. FINALLY, Troy (aka..my hubby) took it apart Tuesday night and seen the radiator was cracked AND the battery was dead. Ugh. Apparently i left a light on in my truck and it drained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; battery too. Luckily the battery was getting super old and I was in need of that soon anyway. So the radiator was fixed up yesterday and now she is running like new..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;, well kinda..she'll never be "new" again..but she runs reliably and nice now. :)  I already kinda miss driving troys truck. Its big..its a crew cab diesel Chevy. I feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on top of the world in that thing! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! Funny story..when I've driven it to work..a few of the guys from 3rd shift have asked "Is THAT your truck"...I smile and say, YES, it sure is. They then comment.."Wow..nice truck" he he! I LOVE starting my morning that way. Plus..you get guys in general "checking you out" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;, really most likely looking at the truck itself) as I drive it anywhere. I guess they normally aren't used to seeing a WOMAN driving that type of truck! he he! Again..what a great self esteem booster. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not much has really been going on lately. This coming weekend is filled with busyness! Friday night is ladies night!! We are going to see a movie and to dinner. I seriously CAN'T wait! It'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much fun and just nice to have girl time.  :)  Saturday we have a wedding to go to. That should be fun..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure there will be some drinking..but i believe it is my turn to be the designated driver. Which is totally fine! I love seeing Troy let loose every now and then. It's such a "rare" thing for him.  :) Sunday we have a family reunion type of deal on my moms side. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; awful excited, but it'll alright, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure of it. I don't think Troy is that awful excited about it..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, actually I'm not sure if he even knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;, 1 week from yesterday (Wednesday)..Deer Hunting opens! I am excited because Troy is SUPER excited AND that means I will have my evenings FREE for quite some time! You know what that means...ME time AND time to spend with my favorite people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is just some randoms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I bought a Dr. Pepper this morning at 7:05 am. Yum..it's breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I just realized I get paid tomorrow. (every 2 weeks stinks)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I am totally ready to decorate for Christmas..just not ready for "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;" per say..gifts etc. = tight on money..ugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I got up 10 minutes early today..but still got to work at the same time...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I heard Joan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jett&lt;/span&gt; on my way to work the other day..i instinctively turned it up pretty loud and sang along! That was an absolute AWESOME way to start my day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lauging&lt;/span&gt; at me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;..that is IT for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/606021058869290728-3278023022998992037?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/3278023022998992037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=3278023022998992037&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/3278023022998992037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/3278023022998992037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2008/09/thursday-ramblings.html' title='Thursday Ramblings'/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-7261406964452204140</id><published>2008-09-16T07:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:58:09.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow..it has been extremely too long since my last post. Not to much has happened though...other than it seems like lots and lots of babies being born. :) YAY..who doesn't LOVE babies!! speaking of babies..my neice, Audri, is doing great. I absolutely love her more than I ever thought possible. My brother, Brett, and his girlfriend, Bekka, brought Audri to my dads house this past Sunday for her visit to "Grandpas" house. My aunt and uncle and cousin were able to come over and see her as well as myself. It was SOO much fun. I pretty hogged her the whole time. Dad held her a few times as did my Aunt..but I held her and played with her the majority of the time. Ooopps!! he he! Here are a few photos from the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-a0rki13I/AAAAAAAAACQ/qw8na3B2uDE/s1600-h/P9142525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-a0rki13I/AAAAAAAAACQ/qw8na3B2uDE/s320/P9142525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246582320749795186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-a0rki13I/AAAAAAAAACQ/qw8na3B2uDE/s1600-h/P9142525.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is with the new Grandpa Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-bCdadhyI/AAAAAAAAACY/JSeNkkedG8k/s1600-h/P9142531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-bCdadhyI/AAAAAAAAACY/JSeNkkedG8k/s320/P9142531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246582557467576098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me "hogging" her.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-bcf6CXrI/AAAAAAAAACg/wwDhI27LfUE/s1600-h/P9142534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-bcf6CXrI/AAAAAAAAACg/wwDhI27LfUE/s320/P9142534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246583004813483698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-bcf6CXrI/AAAAAAAAACg/wwDhI27LfUE/s1600-h/P9142534.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her gorgeous eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-blNJNJSI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZTjSXG5orxM/s1600-h/P9142530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-blNJNJSI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZTjSXG5orxM/s320/P9142530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246583154395653410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-blNJNJSI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZTjSXG5orxM/s1600-h/P9142530.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annnnnd last but not least..my new fav of her. Look at those toes! he he! She is just adorable. She did NOT like being uncovered for this photo either. I am pretty sure she expressed that right after this was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this past weekend was nice. Troy and I cooked yummy pasta Friday night and enjoyed a nice dinner. We then headed over to my moms to play some cards. My mom and step-dad and their 2 best friends have been playing cards every Friday and Saturday for over 15 years..seriously!! They used to play Euchre most of the time, but I don't how to play (Even though I watched for 10+ years and still didn't get it). Now that there are 6 of us, we play Uno, Draw 2, Dice and 25 (its like Skip-Bo). It is soo much fun. They usually go through almost a complete case of beers in a night (that is between 4 of them) and Troy usually takes 4 or so himself. I am 95% of the time the driver for going home, but every now and then Troy and I switch it up. All in all..always a fun time. Saturday was my cleaning day. All my other Saturdays had seemed to get away from me with having Volleyball tournaments or something going on. Soo, my house was in mucho need of cleaning! I worked on cleaning until 3:30 or so. Then took a shower and "got all cleaned up" and met my great friend, Sarah Hite, for supper. We hadn't seen each other in extremely too long and had lots to talk about. We enjoyed Hacienda and then went to Kohls for some shopping and of course to look at their cute baby clothes! (who doesn't look at baby clothes when at Kohls??)   :} I was home about 9:30 that night and Troy was out for the evening at the Frog as his cousin, Joel, had a bachelor party there that night. I was SOOO excited to have the house to myself..i watched a great "chic flick" called 'No Reservations'. Not gonna lie..it made me cry..a couple of times. All in all though, I really enjoyed the movie and absolutly enjoyed me time at home! I was in such desperate need of me time. Volleyball has come to an end and it was weird to have all this time..but still really hadn't had a lot of JUST ME time. I spent a lot of that week just getting back into a routine of sorts. I expected to go through some sort of "withdrawl" from volleyball as it seems to be such a habit to go to Monday night league and Thursday night Pond "league". I am soo happy to say..NO withdrawls! yay! \&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well that seems to be plenty for now ... i'll leave you with a super duper cute photo of my nephew, Austin with my doggie, Bailie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-e_6Yfp1I/AAAAAAAAACw/yKJu4jCf40A/s1600-h/P9012484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-e_6Yfp1I/AAAAAAAAACw/yKJu4jCf40A/s320/P9012484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246586911750858578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-e_6Yfp1I/AAAAAAAAACw/yKJu4jCf40A/s1600-h/P9012484.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/606021058869290728-7261406964452204140?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/7261406964452204140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=7261406964452204140&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/7261406964452204140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/7261406964452204140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2008/09/thoughts-on-tuesday.html' title='Thoughts on a Tuesday'/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-a0rki13I/AAAAAAAAACQ/qw8na3B2uDE/s72-c/P9142525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-4181413660101242017</id><published>2008-09-04T13:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:52:45.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Audry'/><title type='text'>She is here!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick H-E-L-L-O! The last post was about my baby niece taking her sweet time coming into this world! Well, she is FINALLY here! As of last week Friday, August 29th 2008..Audrina Lynn Haines was born @ 4:17 a.m. She weighs 6 lbs and 10 ounces. She is 19" long! AND..SUPER DUPER CUTE! She gave us quite a scare to start with, but is 100% fine now! I lover her soooooooooooooooo much! I can't describe it! Here are a few quick pictures. More photos and blogging to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SMAfMyhFR1I/AAAAAAAAABo/egZJdzeYoVc/s1600-h/l_a9189bfe01b6a3b0658fa81c931348ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SMAfMyhFR1I/AAAAAAAAABo/egZJdzeYoVc/s320/l_a9189bfe01b6a3b0658fa81c931348ea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242224270838679378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is..just a few days after coming home! Aww! Quite the blond hair she is getting! My brother looked just like this when he was born..but a boy!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SMAgDtEe4PI/AAAAAAAAABw/8GqHmKEKu7Y/s1600-h/l_2189e3a24155069d6eeaf9a66105521c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SMAgDtEe4PI/AAAAAAAAABw/8GqHmKEKu7Y/s320/l_2189e3a24155069d6eeaf9a66105521c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242225214269350130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my baby brother holding his baby girl! Soo Sweet! I guess he isn't my "baby" brother anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/606021058869290728-4181413660101242017?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/4181413660101242017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=4181413660101242017&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/4181413660101242017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/4181413660101242017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-is-here.html' title='She is here!'/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SMAfMyhFR1I/AAAAAAAAABo/egZJdzeYoVc/s72-c/l_a9189bfe01b6a3b0658fa81c931348ea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-438347061501657244</id><published>2008-08-22T07:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:57:49.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Gonna Be the Day</title><content type='html'>Phew..where has the week went. I really hoped to be able to update this thing more often. I've just not known what to put exactly. Soo, today I blog quickly. Here is my day in a quick little nutshell. I get to help cover the phones in Customer Service today..yay. It's kinda fun to go back to my "ole stomping grounds" haha. It's just a nice change up for the day. I believe I'm going to be done working between 1 &amp;amp; 2 today, due to not being able to get over time and I currently have overtime. Sweet! What a way to end the work week!! Today is actually my brother's girlfriends due date! I had chosen yesterday to be the day that she would go into labor. I just "had a feeling" it would've been yesterday. Nope! I actually had a missed call last night at 8:55 pm from a number that I didn't know AND they had left a voicemail! I almost panicked..thinking that her mom had called me to let me know that she was in labor! I couldn't get to my voicemail fast enough..shoot, I had a hard time remembering my password. YIKES! BUT, it wasn't her...it was a girl I work with telling me she wouldn't be in to work today..hence, why i'm covering phones. Soo! Lets all say a prayer now that Bekka (my brothers sweet girlfriend) goes into labor this weekend. I CAN NOT wait to meet my new neice!!! She is going to be gorgeous..i just know it! Her mommy is adorable and her daddy isn't bad either. he he! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats about it for now. I have phones to answer starting at 8 am sharp! Soo, maybe Today is Gonna Be the Day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/606021058869290728-438347061501657244?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/438347061501657244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=438347061501657244&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/438347061501657244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/438347061501657244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-is-gonna-be-day.html' title='Today is Gonna Be the Day'/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606021058869290728.post-2083694005562293692</id><published>2008-08-18T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:39:26.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>Yikes! I am actually going to post a "blog". This is just a test to figure this whole blogger thing out. It has confused beyond confusion. I hope to get it figured out SOON and then i'll be a real blogger and not just a 'bloggin stalker"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/606021058869290728-2083694005562293692?l=bwarstler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/feeds/2083694005562293692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=606021058869290728&amp;postID=2083694005562293692&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/2083694005562293692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/606021058869290728/posts/default/2083694005562293692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bwarstler.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Brandi Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13037440108548330453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHAPwcvAI_E/SM-Ynr7I9hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kbsdzrErJjs/S220/P8232396.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
