<?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-1890493968990003242</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:40:59.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bruce.alyssa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-2193966922081635052</id><published>2009-08-31T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:21:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did you miss me?</title><content type='html'>since it's been a year, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; decided to end my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boycott&lt;/span&gt; with a little post. first, i forgot how to sign in! in the past year apparently blogger has changed, and it took me a minute to figure out how to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i guess our house was completed in december and we moved in! wow, i guess it really has been a while. we love, love, love our house! thanks dad and mom for putting us up for 6 months!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in april, we got a dog. her name is lola. shes a newfoundland!! i got my newfie! shes so dang cute, and she's well behaved. but please don't try to break into our house because lola isn't a gaurd-dog. she would come up to  you, sniff you, and wag her tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't have internet. i am stealing from my neighbor as we speak, thanks to whoever smiley236 is! so, i can't download any pictures because smiley's connection isn't strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we recently found out we are expecting our first baby at the beginning of next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm off the hook until august 31, 2010!!! woo-hoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-2193966922081635052?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2193966922081635052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=2193966922081635052' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/2193966922081635052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/2193966922081635052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-you-miss-me.html' title='did you miss me?'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-5903686463779082436</id><published>2008-08-17T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:08:49.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reunion (with the blog)</title><content type='html'>It's been some time since I've blogged. After several comments, prodding, exciting events, and lots of new news, I'm back. I won't get in too deep but I will just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;summarize&lt;/span&gt; the past few months and post a few pictures...because lets be realistic, that is the real reason we blog, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjYJfrd6cI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Iv8lhXJ-Dzw/s1600-h/July+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235672224452438466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjYJfrd6cI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Iv8lhXJ-Dzw/s400/July+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went down to Greenwood at the beginning of June to celebrate my nephew's birthday. Preston, who is now FIVE. I can't believe how old he is! Stop getting so big!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjYJgHxNbI/AAAAAAAAAaU/c3Cot2cMYLw/s1600-h/July+2008+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235672224571143602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjYJgHxNbI/AAAAAAAAAaU/c3Cot2cMYLw/s400/July+2008+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beal's&lt;/span&gt; in D.C. for the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. Here is Porter with Buttons. Here kitty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjYKGa2gBI/AAAAAAAAAac/Zu0Fe6SJ4pk/s1600-h/July+2008+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235672234851729426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjYKGa2gBI/AAAAAAAAAac/Zu0Fe6SJ4pk/s400/July+2008+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in D.C. I harvested honey... It was very interesting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjYKukBtII/AAAAAAAAAak/Q1aJNJ0qKbo/s1600-h/July+2008+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235672245627630722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjYKukBtII/AAAAAAAAAak/Q1aJNJ0qKbo/s400/July+2008+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley was able to visit as well. It was a fun time. Ashley, Natalie, and I with Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjYK0uoU4I/AAAAAAAAAas/zp0RlvPc5tM/s1600-h/July+2008+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235672247282717570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjYK0uoU4I/AAAAAAAAAas/zp0RlvPc5tM/s400/July+2008+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Porter, and Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjawdlslRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/yJt5DJeXoB0/s1600-h/August+2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235675092929516818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjawdlslRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/yJt5DJeXoB0/s400/August+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, our very special niece, Ella, joined our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjeo-z2uwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/qSuShzYnmvo/s1600-h/August+2008+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235679362454829826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjeo-z2uwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/qSuShzYnmvo/s400/August+2008+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Brittany and Ella were in the hospital, the boys came to stay at Grandma's. We got to do some fun things. We played in the pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjephfDBxI/AAAAAAAAAcU/AsYfcKGpfp8/s1600-h/August+2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235679371762796306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjephfDBxI/AAAAAAAAAcU/AsYfcKGpfp8/s400/August+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we made cupcake cones. I love these boys and I'm so glad they live so close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjaxMlIUGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/2xWqnBcAMz0/s1600-h/August+2008+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235675105543606370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjaxMlIUGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/2xWqnBcAMz0/s400/August+2008+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Dad's birthday at the end of July. He got a new toy. This is the only thing he has ever really wanted, and he deserves it more than anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235675106742704354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjaxRDBGOI/AAAAAAAAAbE/AIP8kAtcKq0/s400/August+2008+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;August means the State Fair in Indiana... Keri and I got to go and see some new baby pigs, and ride the rides. It's a tradition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjep1GwjuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ksRJ87ol79U/s1600-h/August+2008+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235679377029631714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjep1GwjuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ksRJ87ol79U/s400/August+2008+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They've finally started on our house!! We are so excited, I've been out there several times to take pictures and they're only this far... But it will be done eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjc7j5eMII/AAAAAAAAAbc/7tCheaHqdRU/s1600-h/August+2008+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235677482624888962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjc7j5eMII/AAAAAAAAAbc/7tCheaHqdRU/s400/August+2008+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natalie, Quincy, and Porter came in and stayed with us for over a week. We went to the symphony on the prairie last Saturday... Porter at the symphony&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235675116098507762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjaxz5nU_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/1UY4dJdks1A/s400/August+2008+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bruce and I at the symphony&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjc8c2FzJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QpOc4Yff82A/s1600-h/August+2008+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235677497911528594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjc8c2FzJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QpOc4Yff82A/s400/August+2008+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took off work last Thursday so that I could go to the State Fair...again. But this time with family. It was so fun to watch the boys ride the rides. Preston and Collin started in the bumble-bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235675122802031970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjayM32_WI/AAAAAAAAAbU/bjL3Y1NfME8/s400/August+2008+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Preston, Dad, and Collin with the cows. After visiting the pigs, we were getting ready to go see the horses and Preston started protesting, "I can't go in there, I don't like the smell." We convinced then that the horses don't smell like the pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235677503430144850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjc8xZ1M1I/AAAAAAAAAbs/qRdnMlcGwjA/s400/August+2008+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last night was Natalie&amp;amp; Quincy's last night here. We went out to dinner to Bravo. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235677515046454722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjc9crYBcI/AAAAAAAAAb0/RxlqwFQ3bn8/s400/August+2008+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom and Dad, looking fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235677523099076690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjc96rRSFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/PLZ-SCmk36c/s400/August+2008+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Beal&lt;/span&gt; family. We will miss you so much! good luck in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dubai&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235679366925050994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjepPdo5HI/AAAAAAAAAcM/3XeR7BfJBfY/s400/August+2008+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I got new glasses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for being so patient! Hopefully it won't be so long next time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-5903686463779082436?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5903686463779082436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=5903686463779082436' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/5903686463779082436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/5903686463779082436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2008/08/reunion-with-blog.html' title='reunion (with the blog)'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SKjYJfrd6cI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Iv8lhXJ-Dzw/s72-c/July+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-4036734425819513316</id><published>2008-05-21T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:30:50.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SDQx0V7_XHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/bpU7N590qBI/s1600-h/may+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202838244831485042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SDQx0V7_XHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/bpU7N590qBI/s400/may+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my husband...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SDQx1F7_XII/AAAAAAAAAZM/XeG0MbtxPH4/s1600-h/may+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202838257716386946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SDQx1F7_XII/AAAAAAAAAZM/XeG0MbtxPH4/s400/may+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; betsy, brittney, lindsey, keri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SDQx2F7_XJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_3ldhtGTU18/s1600-h/may+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202838274896256146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SDQx2F7_XJI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_3ldhtGTU18/s400/may+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; michaela &amp;amp; kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SDQx2l7_XKI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RnA0AWzeCYw/s1600-h/may+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202838283486190754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SDQx2l7_XKI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RnA0AWzeCYw/s400/may+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just the girls... lindsey, betsy, me, keri, amanda, brittney, michaela. why didn't anyone tell me about the flying bunnies? one landed in my hair. you see it? up there. yeah, on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SDQx3F7_XLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/kQ2JsXMCAu4/s1600-h/may+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202838292076125362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SDQx3F7_XLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/kQ2JsXMCAu4/s400/may+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nhs alum. kyle, me, keri, linds, brit, amanda, chris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my best friends birthday was yesterday. we went out to champps to celebrate. some of our friends i haven't seen for a long time. it was so much fun to catch up and to celebrate such a special day. happy birthday, keri!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1890493968990003242-4036734425819513316?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4036734425819513316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=4036734425819513316' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/4036734425819513316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/4036734425819513316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SDQx0V7_XHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/bpU7N590qBI/s72-c/may+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-7845207304396761500</id><published>2008-05-12T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:38:16.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I get fired...</title><content type='html'>i just wanted to make a mother's day post about my sunbeams. how i love my sunbeams. they bring me such joy! i am actually getting a bit choked up just thinking about how sweet they are. i love them all so much. i want to thank the parents (especially the mothers, on this post-mother's day) of my sunbeams for having such sweet children and for sharing them with me each sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was mother's day. it was a wonderful day, despite the rain. after sacrament, i walked into primary. i sat down in the middle of the front row. caroline was the first one there. she quietly came in and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;caroline: "you know why people lick their fingers?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "why caroline?"&lt;br /&gt;caroline: "because when the pages are sticky, it separates them so they don't get stuck together."&lt;br /&gt;me: "you're right! caroline, how are you so smart?"&lt;br /&gt;caroline: "i'm a very smart girl."&lt;br /&gt;me: "you are a very smart girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diana walks in, sits down.&lt;br /&gt;diana: "i brought cookies!" (shows me her box of girl scout cookies)&lt;br /&gt;me: "diana, you're so nice to bring treats!" (she brings something each week to share)&lt;br /&gt;diana: "sister joray, my shoes match your purse!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "you're right, diana! what color are they?"&lt;br /&gt;diana: "umm, WHITE!"&lt;br /&gt;diana didn't ask for her mom one time! Not once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathan comes in and stands in front of me. (caroline to my right, diana to my left)&lt;br /&gt;me: "nathan do you want to sit on my lap?"&lt;br /&gt;nathan: "yes." in his voice, (which i love so much).&lt;br /&gt;i begin "going on a treasure hunt" on his back. "going on a treasure-hunt, x marks the spot. line, line, dot, dot, BIG questions mark. spiders going up your back, bite! all the blood is rushing down. spiders going up your back, bite! all the blood is rushing down. tight squeeze. (blow) cool breeze. now you've go the chills!"&lt;br /&gt;nathan: smiles, "can you do that again?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "yes, but you have to whisper." i do it again but only the motions, no words.&lt;br /&gt;nathan: "can you say it too?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "no, because gracie is giving a talk about her mother."&lt;br /&gt;nathan was quiet and content the whole time! he was snuggly. he melted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaia walks in.&lt;br /&gt;kaia: "can i sit by you, sister joray?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "there aren't any seats by me, could you sit next to diana?"&lt;br /&gt;kaia sits in the seat next to diana.&lt;br /&gt;kaia: "sister joray, look what i drawed!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "did you do that for you mom on mother's day?"&lt;br /&gt;kaia: "look sister joray, i got a bracelet."&lt;br /&gt;me: "that's a pretty cool bracelet you have, kaia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalia walks in and stands in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;kalia: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER JORAY!"&lt;br /&gt;me: fighting back tears, choke. (her mom, ana, is standing beside her). in my head; don't cry. "kalia, it was so nice of you to remember my birthday! can i have a hug? you're such a sweet girl, kalia."&lt;br /&gt;she quietly sits on the other side of caroline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katie walks in.&lt;br /&gt;me: "hi katie!"&lt;br /&gt;she sits on the other side of kaia.&lt;br /&gt;katie: "sister joray, look at my sparkly shoes!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "katie, where did you get such sparkly shoes?"&lt;br /&gt;katie: "my mom."&lt;br /&gt;me: "i like your sparkly shoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;layton comes in. he sits in the last chair in the row, closest to the door. i look at him, smile and wave. he smiles shyly, hides his head. we play this game for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;layton didn't cry, didn't ask for mom or dad. was just cute and smiley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were perfect. my perfect sunbeams. not one was crying. not one was rowdy. not one was being irreverent. just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we go to our classroom. i begin the lesson with an opening prayer. during the prayer i crack one eye open to make sure everyone was doing what they are supposed to; fold arms, bow head, close eyes. i was caught!!! "Amen."&lt;br /&gt;nathan: "i saw, you PEEKED!! hahaha i like the prayers when you peek. "&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help but to laugh a little because it's true. i was peeking. i should be an example by not peeking. but i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in a good mood, feeling like i could take on the world. within minutes it turned to complete chaos!! i couldn't get through the first half of the lesson. i didn't feel like being grumpy so i kind of let things slide. someone was on the floor with a chair on her back acting like a turtle. another someone was climbing the window sill. one of them was stealing another one's chair, "he took my chair". someone else was lifting her dress over her head. while i was busy telling the someone with her dress over her head that "little girls don't lift their dresses up", the door opens, it's sister gorge, the primary president. whoops. she saw the mass chaos! quickly i try to pull it together. too late. i let it go too far already. "class, we have a visitor! how should we act when we have a visitor?" i received cooperation from most with whom i went on with the lesson, while the other few were being rep remanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, needless to say they calmed down in time for a few activities and sugar cookies. i can assure you that not every sunday turns out this way, only the sundays when primary presidents come to check in. and this is why i may be fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good sunday. my sunbeams were happy and i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we missed jacob, skyler, and morgan with us in class yesterday! we hope to see you next sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-7845207304396761500?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7845207304396761500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=7845207304396761500' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/7845207304396761500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/7845207304396761500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2008/05/before-i-get-fired.html' title='Before I get fired...'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-3710055564983377303</id><published>2008-05-03T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:09:05.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we got dirt!</title><content type='html'>It's been some time since I've posted a real post. And this one won't be much, my apologies. We're not pregnant. Bruce told me I needed to update so people don't really think I am. No one is going to believe me when we really do decide to extend our family. Anyway, Bruce and I are going to build our first house. We are so excited! We have our piece of dirt and are ready to get the ball rolling. It won't be complete until December so we will move back in with mom and dad. We are kind of excited because it will be nice to be in a house again and it will also be nice to save up some money. I just have a few pictures of our dirt and some of my sweet nephews. I'll blog about it later. Sorry for the short and uninformative update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SB02Ar6YbFI/AAAAAAAAAY8/sG65MZjs5kQ/s1600-h/April+08+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196368930470915154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SB02Ar6YbFI/AAAAAAAAAY8/sG65MZjs5kQ/s400/April+08+219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SB000r6YbAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yiOrLh6-lUs/s1600-h/April+08+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196367624800857090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SB000r6YbAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yiOrLh6-lUs/s400/April+08+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our address will be 12708....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SB001L6YbBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/65Myw9QVKmw/s1600-h/April+08+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196367633390791698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SB001L6YbBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/65Myw9QVKmw/s400/April+08+227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; braddock lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SB001r6YbCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/JHvpfxZMWW4/s1600-h/April+08+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196367641980726306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SB001r6YbCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/JHvpfxZMWW4/s400/April+08+293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; preston during his first soccer game. i cry at some point each game i watch. he's so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SB002L6YbDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/BSQFYnMYB9I/s1600-h/April+08+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196367650570660914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SB002L6YbDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/BSQFYnMYB9I/s400/April+08+258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; collin being a shark. it was hilarious! he's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SB002b6YbEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/uPDCZDi8z2A/s1600-h/April+08+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196367654865628226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SB002b6YbEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/uPDCZDi8z2A/s400/April+08+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; porter-bug. don't you just want to snuggle him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-3710055564983377303?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3710055564983377303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=3710055564983377303' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/3710055564983377303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/3710055564983377303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-got-dirt.html' title='we got dirt!'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SB02Ar6YbFI/AAAAAAAAAY8/sG65MZjs5kQ/s72-c/April+08+219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-5181437015143980525</id><published>2008-05-02T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T06:58:14.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SBsd0L6Ya_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/QwgpmuH0CFc/s1600-h/branch+halloween+party+023+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195779377490062322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SBsd0L6Ya_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/QwgpmuH0CFc/s400/branch+halloween+party+023+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SBsb276Ya8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/EIXUl663b9M/s1600-h/branch+halloween+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195777225711446978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SBsb276Ya8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/EIXUl663b9M/s400/branch+halloween+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have some really good news! Sorry I can't write about it now. I'm running out the door for a meeting. Stay tuned though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-5181437015143980525?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5181437015143980525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=5181437015143980525' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/5181437015143980525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/5181437015143980525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-news.html' title='Good news...'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/SBsd0L6Ya_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/QwgpmuH0CFc/s72-c/branch+halloween+party+023+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-4544715438682711815</id><published>2008-04-20T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:12:17.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!</title><content type='html'>How To Play This Game of Tag&lt;br /&gt;Post these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Answer these 15 questions about yourself on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;List:&lt;br /&gt;3 joys, 3 fears, 3 goals, 3 current obsessions/collections, 3 random/surprising facts&lt;br /&gt;Tag five people at the end of your post by leaving their names .&lt;br /&gt;Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joys:&lt;br /&gt;1. working on projects. I always like to be doing something...artsy or organizing...&lt;br /&gt;2. Spring! The nice days in Indiana are few and far between. We must take advantage of the 3 days of spring here.&lt;br /&gt;3. babies and toddlers&lt;br /&gt;4. my sunbeams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fears:&lt;br /&gt;1. being trapped in something underwater or just being trapped underwater&lt;br /&gt;2. driving between 2 semi-trucks on a highway and both of them coming into my lane at the same time. That would stink.&lt;br /&gt;3. growing (excessive) masculine facial hair. I can deal with peach fuzz.&lt;br /&gt;4. yeah, I agree with Melanie, public speaking for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals:&lt;br /&gt;1. find a house, buy it, and have all of our stuff packed up and ready to move at least 3 weeks prior to moving.&lt;br /&gt;2. get to the point where I enjoy exercising and then do it...everyday.&lt;br /&gt;3. travel the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessions/collections:&lt;br /&gt;1. craigslist.com&lt;br /&gt;2. mls #'s&lt;br /&gt;3. organizing and cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random/surprising facts:&lt;br /&gt;1. I like war movies&lt;br /&gt;2. I enjoy cooking&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm obsessed with getting on my computer everyday to look up random things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging... Balls, Megan, Courtney, Ana, Miriam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-4544715438682711815?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4544715438682711815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=4544715438682711815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/4544715438682711815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/4544715438682711815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2008/04/tag.html' title='Tag!'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-4842931095616810636</id><published>2008-04-04T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:15:57.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini lionhead/ Newfoundland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_2GVtILzgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zZ8-C2hNZVU/s1600-h/gus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187450053249977858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_2GVtILzgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zZ8-C2hNZVU/s400/gus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post may have gone on way too long and not that I want to beat it to death because my animals mean a lot to me. But for all of you who were wondering what Gus (the bunny from Utah) really looked like and I know most of you do... I found a random picture of him on my phone. Thank goodness for camera phones ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in love with animals. Except birds and cats. I don't really like them... at all. If money, space, and time allowed, I would have a zoo in our apartment. I can recall the first animal we "had" besides our dog, Brandy and our cat, Kendra. Yes, I said Brandy and Kendra. It was in our house on Stony Creek Overlook. Under our deck we had a "secret passage" there was a window in the basement and when you were outside on our deck you could lift a section and you could see into the basement. There is probably a name for this, I just don't know it. Anyway, there was a frog and a salamander living in it and they were our pets. Mom and Dad might not know about them. Then there were the 5 stray cats we took in and then gave away. The egg Natalie and I stole from the robin's nest at the north pool. We kept the egg in a brown bag under a lamp on dad's desk until it hatched, lived a day or so, then died. Of course, there was Beau. He was our dog and FAVORITE pet for 13 years. There was RD-lucky, another stray cat we fostered who got his neck shut in the front door on the 4th of July by a careless friend. Jacques, the box turtle, who "ran away". 400 goldfish. The 2 water-frogs who jumped out of the tank, down the stairs and later dehydrated on the entry-way floor. Our favorite fish were buck-eye, who was black and had HUGE eyes on the sides of his head and later turned gold, fatty, fatso, large fish which were supposed to be small (we ended up donating them to our neighbors' backyard pond). Now that I think about it, every animal we owned was supposed to be "mini" yet always seemed to grow 50 times its normal size. We had 2 mini-lops (rabbits), Demi and Chloe. They were sisters who eventually turned into cats and then had 2 litters (one was obviously not a sister but rather a brother or something) 7 bunnies in the first and 6 in the second, then THEIR babies turned into cats. When I say cats I mean they became the size of Lucifer from Cinderella. We kept Demi, Chloe and Dante, from Demi's first first litter. Then there was Trey, a bunny I bought while out visiting Brittany and George in Oregon. He was so sweet and little when I got him. Apparently he didn't do so well on the flight home because he was never the same and I hated holding him. He scratched too hard. There was Dexter, a stray cat I adopted in Utah. Gus, a bunny I bought in Utah and then had to get rid of. I think that covers it. Let me know if I've left anything out. I'll try to find some pictures of my loves and definitely one of the bunny-producing compound. I'll post them for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are in! I put them in groups of 3 so I didn't have to scan so many times. I regret to say that I don't have any pictures of any of the stray cats, the fish, the frog and salamander, the robin egg/bird, or Gus (the rabbit from Utah). But I have documentation of the ones that REALLY matter...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_k4T5Saa0I/AAAAAAAAAXA/97oox_Bw9lE/s1600-h/beau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186238360340556610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_k4T5Saa0I/AAAAAAAAAXA/97oox_Bw9lE/s400/beau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beauuu. We dressed him up in doll clothes. He loved it. The second picture is when we first got Beau. They made me sit on a stool to hold him, I wasn't big enough yet... The 3rd picture is Beau cleaning up after the bunnies. He was such a good vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_k4UZSaa1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/0q4mY48evTQ/s1600-h/beau+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186238368930491218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_k4UZSaa1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/0q4mY48evTQ/s400/beau+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a good dog! We would always get phone calls from people in the nearby neighborhoods, "We got your dog, he got into the trash again", "Okay, we'll be right there." Beau always knew when trash-day was. Shaking a box of Cheerios and asking if he wanted a "cookie" couldn't bring him back. Nothing was better than fresh trash. Little scavenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_k4UpSaa2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/sYSJkuE8Uf8/s1600-h/demi+&amp;amp;+chloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186238373225458530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_k4UpSaa2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/sYSJkuE8Uf8/s400/demi+%26+chloe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Demi and Chloe, before they turned into cats and before Chloe was really a boy. They outgrew their indoor cage and we had to build them an outdoor one. The second picture is Chloe...chillin. And the last is Demi. She was probably pregnant here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_k4U5Saa3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/WK2HK2ur0bE/s1600-h/trey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186238377520425842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_k4U5Saa3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/WK2HK2ur0bE/s400/trey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The top picture is at Brittany and George's house in Oregon. George is holding Solomon (their bunny) and I am holding nice-Trey. We named him Trey because he was our 3rd one. Little did we know about Demi. The 2nd picture is mean-Trey. The 3rd picture is a picture of the bunny-producing compound that I promised. That was a pretty sweet set-up, I'm not gonna lie. Before our neighbors made us move the "eye-sore" it was bug free. When we moved it to the new location, it was home to many species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_k4VJSaa4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/B4z_UmggQU4/s1600-h/bunnies...cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186238381815393154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_k4VJSaa4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/B4z_UmggQU4/s400/bunnies...cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Demi's 2nd litter. I have pictures of the first but people are in them so I didn't want to post them. They got big FAST! They are cute little things though. The bottom one is Demi with her kids. Poor thing. I got mad at her because she kept having babies. So I gave her away. I didn't realize the trauma she must have gone through. I guess I didn't understand she probably didn't like that arrangement anymore than I did. I feel terrible now. We didn't realize bunnies mature much faster than humans and we left Demi in with her babies too long...hence her second litter. Chloe and Dante liked to cuddle. We had to separate them because they kept fighting or something. So Chloe would hang out in the yard all day and come home whenever. He was doing so well that we left him out overnight. Some animal had him for a late-night snack. I was so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm married and am getting anxious about my next pet. I really want a Newfoundland (dog). It's really big and expensive and we just don't have the time we would need to invest in an animal of that nature yet. Stay tuned. But yesterday after Brittany, Preston, Collin and I fed the ducks, we walked to Uncle-Bills. I was so excited because I never have company with me when I go into pet stores. As we walked into the store, my eyes zeroed in on the cage. It was like tunnel-vision. The lionhead rabbits!! They're so stinkin cute! So don't be surprised on your next visit when you are greeted by my new love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_bcppSaamI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Awc9ySZVc7Q/s1600-h/Guth%20hazelnut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185574628979534434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_bcppSaamI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Awc9ySZVc7Q/s400/Guth%2520hazelnut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you see, it's fur resembles the mane of a lion. Don't hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_bcp5SaanI/AAAAAAAAAVY/rWk8sWTsPw4/s1600-h/Sealpoint%20Mini%20Lionhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185574633274501746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_bcp5SaanI/AAAAAAAAAVY/rWk8sWTsPw4/s400/Sealpoint%2520Mini%2520Lionhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cute, so cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_bcqJSaaoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EW5AV9xfemU/s1600-h/neuf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185574637569469058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_bcqJSaaoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EW5AV9xfemU/s400/neuf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Red-headed boy not included. Just to give you an idea of the size of a Newfoundland. It's big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_bcqZSaapI/AAAAAAAAAVo/dZV5-uleJtw/s1600-h/Newfoundland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185574641864436370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_bcqZSaapI/AAAAAAAAAVo/dZV5-uleJtw/s400/Newfoundland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love it. Love the mange, love the slobber, love the eye boogs. Love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-4842931095616810636?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4842931095616810636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=4842931095616810636' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/4842931095616810636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/4842931095616810636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2008/04/mini-lionhead-newfoundland.html' title='Mini lionhead/ Newfoundland'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R_2GVtILzgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zZ8-C2hNZVU/s72-c/gus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-4129129659471796709</id><published>2008-03-24T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:37:58.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old habits die hard.</title><content type='html'>I hate cleaning. I have this problem, and I come by it honestly, but everything has to be perfect. Especially when it comes to cleaning. I can't help it. While growing up, our chores would undergo a thorough inspection. If mom found that you tried to cheat by dusting AROUND the base of the lamp on your nightstand, rather then picking it up and dusting under it, you had to redo it. If you were drinking a glass of water and set it down on the counter, you must be finished with it. Because if you were to go back to that same glass of water, you would only find it in the dishwasher. I have done this to Bruce more times than I care to imagine. So, I told him, "If you are still planning to use this cup, put it to the left of the sink, then I'll know not to put it in the dishwasher." He is really good about putting it to the left of the sink, and I am really good about putting it directly in the dishwasher. &lt;br /&gt;It takes me my ENTIRE day off to clean our small apartment. By the time I wipe down all the floors, dust, vacuum, clean the kitchen and bathroom, push the laundry through and fold it (sometime refold it), Bruce is home from a long day of work. &lt;br /&gt;Can anyone help me? Not only do I wish I could allow someone to finish their drink, I wish I could allow a sink full of dishes appear, or for a few specks of dust to accumulate on our dresser. Maybe if I had kids or a project going on that would take my attention away from my compulsiveness. I will take advice from anyone. Thoughts? Ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-4129129659471796709?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4129129659471796709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=4129129659471796709' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/4129129659471796709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/4129129659471796709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2008/03/old-habits-die-hard.html' title='Old habits die hard.'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-4732237106448415435</id><published>2008-03-12T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T08:53:14.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The nice weather has brought about a wonderful change in my personal life. I have the desire to do things again!! In the winter, the only thing I enjoy doing is sitting in my pajamas watching movies and waiting for a lot of snow. This past week Indiana had a little taste of spring, the sun actually came through the clouds...hallelujah!!! I decided I wanted to dig into the depths of my creativity and test some new waters. Paint. I refinished our stools and I painted a piece of wood for our family home evening boards. Oh, and I made a fruit pizza. Yeah for spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R9h3steDK-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/2Z4Mz8-j5Xk/s1600-h/projects+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177019381665967074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R9h3steDK-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/2Z4Mz8-j5Xk/s400/projects+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First you have to "prime" them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R9h3pteDK8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/zIeav8fc7Os/s1600-h/projects+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177019330126359490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R9h3pteDK8I/AAAAAAAAAU4/zIeav8fc7Os/s400/projects+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R9h3qdeDK9I/AAAAAAAAAVA/kD0Eq1muEXo/s1600-h/projects+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177019343011261394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R9h3qdeDK9I/AAAAAAAAAVA/kD0Eq1muEXo/s400/projects+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Final product... it does look really good in the apartment. I know what you must be thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R9h3pNeDK7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/EBh1j_zDoic/s1600-h/projects+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177019321536424882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R9h3pNeDK7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/EBh1j_zDoic/s400/projects+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obviously we don't have any children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R9h3n9eDK6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/y_168kb3-bU/s1600-h/projects+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177019300061588386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R9h3n9eDK6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/y_168kb3-bU/s400/projects+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had some fruit we needed to use up...it was the ONLY way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-4732237106448415435?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4732237106448415435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=4732237106448415435' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/4732237106448415435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/4732237106448415435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2008/03/projects.html' title='Projects'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R9h3steDK-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/2Z4Mz8-j5Xk/s72-c/projects+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-3858933409459640140</id><published>2008-02-29T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T07:37:21.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirque De Sole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jNkxpPKuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8KXgu9zKUnU/s1600-h/February+08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172610203720297186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jNkxpPKuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8KXgu9zKUnU/s400/February+08+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jNlhpPKvI/AAAAAAAAAUc/elhvxalS8nc/s1600-h/February+08+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172610216605199090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jNlhpPKvI/AAAAAAAAAUc/elhvxalS8nc/s400/February+08+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This elephant got across the balance beam. I was very impressed. I was so nervous for him. Can you imagine if he fell? Oh my gosh, that would be scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jMMRpPKpI/AAAAAAAAATs/8KOqQnMAmoo/s1600-h/February+08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172608683301874322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jMMRpPKpI/AAAAAAAAATs/8KOqQnMAmoo/s400/February+08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tiger jumping through the ring of fire. The cats kept opening their mouths and their whiskers would separate and they would hiss at the trainer. I thought one of them was going to eat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jMMxpPKqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AMBhTZMJRAY/s1600-h/February+08+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172608691891808930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jMMxpPKqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AMBhTZMJRAY/s400/February+08+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jMNRpPKrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LebcsjR3QFo/s1600-h/February+08+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172608700481743538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jMNRpPKrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LebcsjR3QFo/s400/February+08+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how BIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jMNxpPKsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/erbGKZ8GK8w/s1600-h/February+08+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172608709071678146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jMNxpPKsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/erbGKZ8GK8w/s400/February+08+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The elephants were amazing. I think elephants are my new favorite animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jMOhpPKtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/06_atJwX6Xc/s1600-h/February+08+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172608721956580050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jMOhpPKtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/06_atJwX6Xc/s400/February+08+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He knelt at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jKDBpPKkI/AAAAAAAAATE/6-utN6Hshb4/s1600-h/February+08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172606325364828738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jKDBpPKkI/AAAAAAAAATE/6-utN6Hshb4/s400/February+08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can imagine our surprise when the first act was introduced and 8 dogs appeared. And this girl was dancing for the dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jKDxpPKlI/AAAAAAAAATM/sAml7R616tk/s1600-h/February+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172606338249730642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jKDxpPKlI/AAAAAAAAATM/sAml7R616tk/s400/February+08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, that IS a poodle jumping through a ring of fire. haha, thank you dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jKERpPKmI/AAAAAAAAATU/bch8_DUSiGQ/s1600-h/February+08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172606346839665250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jKERpPKmI/AAAAAAAAATU/bch8_DUSiGQ/s400/February+08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This trainer was MEAN. The second tigger from the right (in the foreground) wasn't cooperating and received a whip across the face. It was loud and it made me pretty upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jKExpPKnI/AAAAAAAAATc/pSP7ucQBzfk/s1600-h/February+08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172606355429599858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jKExpPKnI/AAAAAAAAATc/pSP7ucQBzfk/s400/February+08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Siberian tigers were really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jKFhpPKoI/AAAAAAAAATk/xpt_9mLh6KY/s1600-h/February+08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172606368314501762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jKFhpPKoI/AAAAAAAAATk/xpt_9mLh6KY/s400/February+08+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a good picture of the kittens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Shrine Circus last night. Not quite the Cirque De Sole, but a close second. We had a lot of fun. I think I cried like 3 times...At the circus? Yes. Why? Because the elephants looked miserable. They looked like they needed the assistance of a veterinarian. Badly. They were walking around in a circle giving rides to little children with sticky-fingers (you could pay to ride them before the show). I really wanted to ride one because it's on my "bucket list" but I didn't want to go by myself...The second time was when I saw the clowns who were old men in costume. Men who have probably defended our country at some time or another and are now dressed up as clowns to entertain. And the last time, I walked out to get Bruce to show him where our seats were (he met us there) only to be welcomed back to our National Anthem. I looked to find the flag and not far from it, Shrines saluted. I can't quite describe in words what I saw nor what I felt but I can say that in that moment, I was so proud to live in this country and none other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-3858933409459640140?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3858933409459640140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=3858933409459640140' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/3858933409459640140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/3858933409459640140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2008/02/cirque-de-sole.html' title='Cirque De Sole'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R8jNkxpPKuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8KXgu9zKUnU/s72-c/February+08+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-6707556860173961381</id><published>2008-02-27T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:07:46.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In desperate need of motivation</title><content type='html'>I haven't been up to par with my blogging efforts. I admit it. The reason being... I don't really have any motivation. The people who check our blog on a regular basis are the ones who already know exactly what we have been up to. I know some of you CAN'T WAIT until our next post because you believe we live these extremely adventurous and thrill-seeking lives and feel the need to live vicariously through us. Allow me put the rumors to rest. The truth is, we are just normal people living normal lives. We wake up, go to our jobs, come home, have dinner, go to bed; repeat. SOMETIMES, we get really crazy on the weekends and watch a movie, but those are considered to be special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lets get real. For those of you who haven't already visited Natalie and Quincy's blog... Bruce and I went to Washington D.C. to visit my sister and her family (check her blog for pictures). It was such a wonderful trip! We were able to spend time with them before they leave for Saudi Arabia AND we were there for Porter's first birthday!!! We are going to miss them so much. Natalie introduced me to a fabulous book &lt;em&gt;The Color of Water,&lt;/em&gt; and I have determined reading isn't so bad. I couldn't put the book down. For those of you who don't know me, I like reading just as much as I like to exercise. Not at all. People couldn't pay me to do either... until now. Just for the record, I went running a few times last week. Yeah. Does anyone have any good suggestions for another book? Something tragic preferably? And please not the Twilight series although I am highly interested... Bruce is about 15 pages from finishing the Iliad. He's incredible. He's motivation enough for me. I have secret competitions with him while we sit in bed at night reading our books. The game starts when he turns a page and I begin reading as fast as I can and try to finish my 2 pages before he does. I know I win when I turn my page first. Poor guy doesn't even know what is really going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess the last thing we have going on is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CiRcUs&lt;/span&gt;! Yup, tomorrow night! I'm actually really excited. It's a local one. Who knew Indy was so hip!? I hope we bump into Eddie's son (Dad that one is for you). He will either be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guessin&lt;/span&gt;' peoples weight or barking for the yak-woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll post pictures in a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-6707556860173961381?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6707556860173961381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=6707556860173961381' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/6707556860173961381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/6707556860173961381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-desperate-need-of-motivation.html' title='In desperate need of motivation'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-2338233672779156635</id><published>2008-01-21T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:23:44.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey guyyys...Check this out!</title><content type='html'>I've had this idea for a while. I have been wanting to flat-iron Bruce's hair just to see what it would look like straight because he has a lot of curl. My only problem was the execution of my plan. Timing is of the essence. When Bruce is playing a game, is watching a program on t.v. or is researching his latest on wikipedia, he is fixated on it. He has this incredible ability to tune out his surroundings. This is something I envy. As I sit here watching 'Best of Hawaii' on the Travel channel, I have only made it through 5 1/2 sentences in 30 minutes. I cannot even concentrate long enough to complete one thought! Back to my original thought... I caught him in a vulnerable state. A chess game. I think it went something like this: Bruce can I flat-iron your hair? I am taken back by his reply. His answer is one word, monotone, almost drooling, jaw open just enough to let me know he is REALLY into his game. I knew I had it made. "Surre." I almost didn't hear what he said. But rather than making sure my ears were not deceiving me, I ran into the bathroom to grab the flat-iron and a comb. Within seconds I was experiencing what i would consider to be pure ecstasy. HE EVEN LET ME PUT PRODUCT IN IT!  *Note: If you know Bruce, you know he is no-fuss. Previous to this phenomenon, he wouldn't have let me come within feet of his head with a hot tool designed to flatten out curl.* This time was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I give you the final result. You may never see it again. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TNS8ZV_YI/AAAAAAAAARY/isrH2r-adEk/s1600-h/Bruce+new+do+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157973198579826050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TNS8ZV_YI/AAAAAAAAARY/isrH2r-adEk/s400/Bruce+new+do+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  We (and when I say "we," I mean I) were just being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TNTMZV_ZI/AAAAAAAAARg/HBZwZTK7ZgM/s1600-h/Bruce+new+do+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157973202874793362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TNTMZV_ZI/AAAAAAAAARg/HBZwZTK7ZgM/s400/Bruce+new+do+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 I was trying to get his attention. MAUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TM1cZV_TI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sXIufzN-B9o/s1600-h/Bruce+new+do+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157972691773685042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TM1cZV_TI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sXIufzN-B9o/s400/Bruce+new+do+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       He's so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TM18ZV_UI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GlpRxFsZhwk/s1600-h/Bruce+new+do+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157972700363619650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TM18ZV_UI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GlpRxFsZhwk/s400/Bruce+new+do+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Taking a quick break from an intense game of chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TM2cZV_VI/AAAAAAAAARA/dpek528PRVE/s1600-h/Bruce+new+do+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157972708953554258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TM2cZV_VI/AAAAAAAAARA/dpek528PRVE/s400/Bruce+new+do+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Alright one, just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TM48ZV_WI/AAAAAAAAARI/MxIHDyyfqiM/s1600-h/Bruce+new+do+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157972751903227234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TM48ZV_WI/AAAAAAAAARI/MxIHDyyfqiM/s400/Bruce+new+do+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Please stop before things turn violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TM5MZV_XI/AAAAAAAAARQ/r3evak2QqXE/s1600-h/Bruce+new+do+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157972756198194546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TM5MZV_XI/AAAAAAAAARQ/r3evak2QqXE/s400/Bruce+new+do+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Just playing around.&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/1890493968990003242-2338233672779156635?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2338233672779156635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=2338233672779156635' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/2338233672779156635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/2338233672779156635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-guyyyscheck-this-out.html' title='Hey guyyys...Check this out!'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R5TNS8ZV_YI/AAAAAAAAARY/isrH2r-adEk/s72-c/Bruce+new+do+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-5818318039208476894</id><published>2008-01-09T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:06:57.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Okay, seriously, this is ridiculous and the reason I only post every 3 months. I tried to put all of the pictures in chronological order. It has taken me 45 minutes to upload the pictures onto my blog. So, rather than trying to arrange everything the way I want it, I'm just going to label each picture; PreChristmas, JorayChristmas, MangusChristmasEve, MangusChristmasDay, NewYearsEve. Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UyC8ZV_RI/AAAAAAAAAPY/95eCElQsRfI/s1600-h/christmas+07+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153580374748953874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UyC8ZV_RI/AAAAAAAAAPY/95eCElQsRfI/s400/christmas+07+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PreChristmas: After Preston's Christmas program for school, we went to El-Camino. This is Preston and Brittany. I love this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UyDcZV_SI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NypGbg0mF8E/s1600-h/christmas+07+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153580383338888482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UyDcZV_SI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NypGbg0mF8E/s400/christmas+07+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PreChristmas: Adam and Liz were so gracious to give us our Christmas tree. Thank you Adam and Liz! The Tree is beautiful, and it was so fun to decorate as we watched the First presidency Christmas devotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Uw1cZV_MI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8oNIWrXvSCc/s1600-h/christmas+07+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153579043309092034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Uw1cZV_MI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8oNIWrXvSCc/s400/christmas+07+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't remember: I don't remember when this was, but I do remember we were at El Camino...again. Don't you love his hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Uw18ZV_NI/AAAAAAAAAO4/5aeRlSA5myc/s1600-h/christmas+07+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153579051899026642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Uw18ZV_NI/AAAAAAAAAO4/5aeRlSA5myc/s400/christmas+07+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know: Mangs. She is so fun!! I don't know when or where this was taken. I miss you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Uw2sZV_OI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HiaJ1eAvtzg/s1600-h/christmas+07+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153579064783928546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Uw2sZV_OI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HiaJ1eAvtzg/s400/christmas+07+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PreChristmas: The day after Natalie and Porter arrived, she came into the salon to get her hair trimmed. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Uw3sZV_PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/69OcGItaBBk/s1600-h/christmas+07+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153579081963797746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Uw3sZV_PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/69OcGItaBBk/s400/christmas+07+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seconds after cutting 10" off. We donated the hair to Locks of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Uw38ZV_QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Lp6lJvrq6KU/s1600-h/christmas+07+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153579086258765058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Uw38ZV_QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Lp6lJvrq6KU/s400/christmas+07+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PreChristmas: I had to work right up until the time I was supposed to be meeting my family to go to Preston's Christmas program. I got there a little late and had to sit up in the nose-bleed section. It was held in the auditorium of Westfield High School. I used the zoom on my camera to try to find Preston but I couldn't. So, I ran up to the front of the stage. I was literally 10 feet from him and this is the closest shot I could get. Preston is in the blue on the front row. I was so proud of him. He did all of the motions and was always right-on. They were singing "Up on the housetop" and while everyone around me was laughing, I began to cry. I'm so glad they have moved here and that I will be able to watch them grow and to attend their school functions. After wiping my tears and telling myself how ridiculous I was, I ran back up to the rafters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UuSsZV_DI/AAAAAAAAANo/cOCJePjnavc/s1600-h/christmas+07+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153576247285382194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UuSsZV_DI/AAAAAAAAANo/cOCJePjnavc/s400/christmas+07+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasEve: After receiving our pajamas, we took several pictures. What a wonderful Christmas we had. We are so blessed to have all been together this year. Thank you Mom and Dad for another incredible Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UuTcZV_EI/AAAAAAAAANw/e3hDsZln3TU/s1600-h/christmas+07+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153576260170284098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UuTcZV_EI/AAAAAAAAANw/e3hDsZln3TU/s400/christmas+07+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmaseve: Bruce and Quincy discussing books, politics, or their new pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UuT8ZV_FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/M3xpxKDB1TE/s1600-h/christmas+07+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153576268760218706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UuT8ZV_FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/M3xpxKDB1TE/s400/christmas+07+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JorayChristmas: This is Noah. He is such a cute boy. The twins are walking now! It's so fun to watch them interact. I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UuUsZV_GI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_JhVMp76RUs/s1600-h/christmas+07+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153576281645120610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UuUsZV_GI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_JhVMp76RUs/s400/christmas+07+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JorayChristmas: This is our niece, Alora. She is a ball of energy and she is very bright! In the background, you can see a blur of Shad and Hannah, Molly on the floor, and Greg on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UuVcZV_HI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4Fz40d_Z7Q4/s1600-h/christmas+07+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153576294530022514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UuVcZV_HI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4Fz40d_Z7Q4/s400/christmas+07+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JorayChristmas: Bruce's parents gave the grand kids trust funds and wrapped them so creatively. They wrapped them in large boxes filled with packaging peanuts, tissue paper and other various space-fillers. When they opened their presents they would play in the boxes. This is a clearer picture of Shad, sitting on the present, and Hannah, waiting patiently for Molly to hand her something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Note* For some reason I had a hard time figuring out my shutter speed at the Joray's so my pictures are a little blurry. I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UslsZV--I/AAAAAAAAANA/PZ-fKahruYU/s1600-h/christmas+07+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153574374679641058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UslsZV--I/AAAAAAAAANA/PZ-fKahruYU/s400/christmas+07+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasEve: This is after we opened our pajamas. From the left: Britt, Nat, Mom, Mangs, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UsnsZV-_I/AAAAAAAAANI/ShbsICLaj_s/s1600-h/christmas+07+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153574409039379442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UsnsZV-_I/AAAAAAAAANI/ShbsICLaj_s/s400/christmas+07+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasEve: First attempt at our first family Christmas, (as a married couple).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UsoMZV_AI/AAAAAAAAANQ/pUGuSDGFK_A/s1600-h/christmas+07+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153574417629314050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UsoMZV_AI/AAAAAAAAANQ/pUGuSDGFK_A/s400/christmas+07+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasEve: A-"Lets try another one!" B-"Do we have to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UsqsZV_BI/AAAAAAAAANY/cR-Xru-qlcs/s1600-h/christmas+07+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153574460578987026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UsqsZV_BI/AAAAAAAAANY/cR-Xru-qlcs/s400/christmas+07+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasEve: B-"I'll smack you with my book if we take another picture." This is a really good book by the way. It makes you feel really good about your strengths, especially if you previously viewed them as weaknesses. Gives you a whole new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UsrsZV_CI/AAAAAAAAANg/8nhA6fU0sEk/s1600-h/christmas+07+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153574477758856226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UsrsZV_CI/AAAAAAAAANg/8nhA6fU0sEk/s400/christmas+07+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasEve: Just ONE more! He resisted, so I grabbed his neck and forced one. Thank you for your cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UrMcZV-5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/b5MlqLQLHLU/s1600-h/christmas+07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153572841376316306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UrMcZV-5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/b5MlqLQLHLU/s400/christmas+07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasDay: I love this picture of the Beals!!! LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UrNMZV-6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/kyY8Tl05W5Q/s1600-h/christmas+07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153572854261218210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UrNMZV-6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/kyY8Tl05W5Q/s400/christmas+07+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasDay: The Carroll boys. It's a good thing they had their eye-masks last night. Even little boys need their beauty-rest. They were so excited about the train Santa brought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UrNsZV-7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/eBpLiReTMwM/s1600-h/christmas+07+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153572862851152818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UrNsZV-7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/eBpLiReTMwM/s400/christmas+07+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasDay: I was afraid of this. All he wanted were a bunch of books...which is exactly what he got. I may never see him again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UrOMZV-8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/uHwQ3qc-dwg/s1600-h/christmas+07+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153572871441087426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UrOMZV-8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/uHwQ3qc-dwg/s400/christmas+07+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasEve: The whole Beal family. Porter looks a little fuzzy. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UrQMZV-9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/rfYQqD4CbAo/s1600-h/christmas+07+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153572905800825810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UrQMZV-9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/rfYQqD4CbAo/s400/christmas+07+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasEve: The Mangus girls. Merry Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UphMZV-1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/o78W9WT1LpU/s1600-h/christmas+07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153570998835346258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UphMZV-1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/o78W9WT1LpU/s400/christmas+07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasDay: Sorry, I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UphsZV-2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAZeAaLvaNw/s1600-h/christmas+07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153571007425280866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UphsZV-2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAZeAaLvaNw/s400/christmas+07+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasDay: Morning Pee-Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Uph8ZV-3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/JHalEb2MaE4/s1600-h/christmas+07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153571011720248178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Uph8ZV-3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/JHalEb2MaE4/s400/christmas+07+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasDay: Not all of us are so fortunate to wake up and look this good! Dang!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UpkMZV-4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JQs4BxyrsKg/s1600-h/christmas+07+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153571050374953858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UpkMZV-4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JQs4BxyrsKg/s400/christmas+07+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MangusChristmasDay: Morning Francis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Un8sZV-vI/AAAAAAAAALI/L736BK8wquU/s1600-h/christmas+07+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153569272258493170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Un8sZV-vI/AAAAAAAAALI/L736BK8wquU/s400/christmas+07+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NewYearsEve: Fearless Collin with his sparklers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Un9MZV-wI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yiDu73QXDLI/s1600-h/christmas+07+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153569280848427778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Un9MZV-wI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yiDu73QXDLI/s400/christmas+07+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NewYearsEve: Preston with his sparkler. They had fun with their fireworks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Un9sZV-xI/AAAAAAAAALY/QBF8pXSIdmE/s1600-h/christmas+07+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153569289438362386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Un9sZV-xI/AAAAAAAAALY/QBF8pXSIdmE/s400/christmas+07+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NewYearsEve: After 3 hours of being in their new home, the Carrolls had the whole family over for a New Years Eve party. Some unpacked while others cooked, ran to Papa Johns, and gave equestrian lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Un98ZV-yI/AAAAAAAAALg/cBRfC4v6Sw8/s1600-h/christmas+07+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153569293733329698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Un98ZV-yI/AAAAAAAAALg/cBRfC4v6Sw8/s400/christmas+07+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NewYearsEve: At the Carroll's after playing a few rounds of BINGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Un-cZV-zI/AAAAAAAAALo/rg9J52sBTqU/s1600-h/christmas+07+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153569302323264306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4Un-cZV-zI/AAAAAAAAALo/rg9J52sBTqU/s400/christmas+07+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NewYearsEve: Funny thing. We were the last to arrive for the New-Year's Eve party. Bruce and I were wearing red and Green as were the Beal's. Great minds think alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UjnMZV-uI/AAAAAAAAALA/LMH4ITEAVcQ/s1600-h/DSC08900[1]+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153564504844794594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UjnMZV-uI/AAAAAAAAALA/LMH4ITEAVcQ/s400/DSC08900%5B1%5D+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final product. This is our family Christmas picture. Each year the guys get matching pajamas, as do the girls and the babies. I call them babies in hopes that they will stay little forever. They are all getting SO BIG! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-5818318039208476894?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5818318039208476894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=5818318039208476894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/5818318039208476894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/5818318039208476894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R4UyC8ZV_RI/AAAAAAAAAPY/95eCElQsRfI/s72-c/christmas+07+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-8572515097925209839</id><published>2007-12-01T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:46:44.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>big trees, new do's, and the 'ville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R1ImpPOAdUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Mccq0S5dZ0g/s1600-R/2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139212614684931394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R1ImpPOAdUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/24AN7hm0m0k/s400/2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was getting the oil changed in my car the other day. I was getting my checkbook out to pay when I read their new policy. Hm... Sometimes I am painfully aware of where I live. I love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. This is NOT a joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R1IlyfOAdTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0YnyU14_o6Q/s1600-R/2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139211674087093554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R1IlyfOAdTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Pyw8y4d85_Q/s400/2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was just a few minutes ago. I was trying to make those disgusting lips. I failed. Bruce is in bed and I'm watching some lame Hallmark Christmas movie. I really want to be in the basement with my family, sitting by the fire, watching Christmas Vacation, wrapping presents...then snuggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R1IlXPOAdSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0GlMBq27yZc/s1600-R/2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139211205935658274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R1IlXPOAdSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3OZVn1vpaCk/s400/2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While at work the other day, I made an impulse decision to cut off my hair. I was sick of having to style it every day when I knew it would just end up in a pony-tail. One of my fellow-stylists cut off about 8 inches. It really needed to go. It was way past time. So here it is! I know I look REALLY happy. I was sitting in the break room at work, alone, taking pictures of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R1IjofOAdRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Q1tcZ4rp6OI/s1600-R/2[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139209303265146130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R1IjofOAdRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9y5XouCtfO4/s400/2%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The day after Thanksgiving, Bruce and I went downtown Indy for the tree-lighting. I really enjoy outings such as these. I live for them. It was pretty cold, and very crowded... but so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-8572515097925209839?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/8572515097925209839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=8572515097925209839' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/8572515097925209839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/8572515097925209839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-trees-new-dos-and-ville.html' title='big trees, new do&apos;s, and the &apos;ville'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R1ImpPOAdUI/AAAAAAAAAK4/24AN7hm0m0k/s72-c/2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-7373576859386628542</id><published>2007-11-27T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T08:47:25.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've been tagged by Niki and Mangs, so, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My favorite number is 80-50-90. (Ask one of my sisters, they could explain it a bit better than I can) and I use to eat hair-balls. I would go around the house searching for hair in the carpet, hair brushes, anywhere I could find it. I would wrap it around my tongue then leave them around the house for my mom to find. I was a sick child. I would take the chewing gum from underneath tables and chairs (in public) and chew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want a dog very badly. I will get online and look at pictures of Newfoundlands, Saint Bernards, and Great Pyrenees for HOURS. It's a ridiculous addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I, too, am addicted to Target. Monday is my day off from work. On these special days, I will drive to Target just to look around. Even if I have no intentions of purchasing anything, just being in the store is satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have never been sledding without wetting my pants. I don't know what it is, but it never fails. Well, with the exception of last year. My friend and I went sledding at Forest Park, I made it home dry (BUT my friend didn't).&lt;br /&gt;Ps. My kind sister reminded me that sledding is not the only thing that triggers my bladder, but also, being bound while someone tickles me, laughing hysterically or hacking (ask Natalie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I absolutely hate birds. I cannot stand them. Unless I see one injured, then I feel really sorry for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am the ultimate Christmas fan. It's not even just Christmas, I get excited for every holiday. I think I just love traditions. I am having major issues with the stocking situation this year. My mom is retiring the stockings she made for our family (and have used for the past 30 years). This year, it's just not going to be the same. There better be an orange and a lifesaver storybook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and I enjoy cooking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging... Liz &amp;amp; Adam Scott, Doogers and Kristen Christensen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-7373576859386628542?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7373576859386628542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=7373576859386628542' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/7373576859386628542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/7373576859386628542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-3187119513290369261</id><published>2007-11-26T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:09:07.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0tuJ6SvhqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/c0wvmfUjr_A/s1600-h/Pacers&amp;amp;Cookie+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137320916491929250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0tuJ6SvhqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/c0wvmfUjr_A/s400/Pacers%26Cookie+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0tt7KSvhpI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eLjhumbcazE/s1600-h/Pacers&amp;amp;Cookie+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137320663088858770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0tt7KSvhpI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eLjhumbcazE/s400/Pacers%26Cookie+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0ttr6SvhoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ILCgrT7Px0Q/s1600-h/Pacers&amp;amp;Cookie+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137320401095853698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0ttr6SvhoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ILCgrT7Px0Q/s400/Pacers%26Cookie+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0ttaaSvhnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/umkKUilt68M/s1600-h/Pacers&amp;amp;Cookie+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137320100448142962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0ttaaSvhnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/umkKUilt68M/s400/Pacers%26Cookie+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0ttMaSvhmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Z2r_h73Bkew/s1600-h/Pacers&amp;amp;Cookie+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137319859929974370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0ttMaSvhmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Z2r_h73Bkew/s400/Pacers%26Cookie+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0tsoaSvhlI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8sJHOrT_hrI/s1600-h/Pacers&amp;amp;Cookie+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137319241454683730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0tsoaSvhlI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8sJHOrT_hrI/s400/Pacers%26Cookie+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0tscqSvhkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/g1EOjvhYP-c/s1600-h/Pacers&amp;amp;Cookie+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137319039591220802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0tscqSvhkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/g1EOjvhYP-c/s400/Pacers%26Cookie+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0tsM6SvhjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/40xzbYhQp8c/s1600-h/Pacers&amp;amp;Cookie+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137318769008281138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0tsM6SvhjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/40xzbYhQp8c/s400/Pacers%26Cookie+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0tr_KSvhiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IzhQj-hIwr8/s1600-h/Pacers&amp;amp;Cookie+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137318532785079842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0tr_KSvhiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IzhQj-hIwr8/s400/Pacers%26Cookie+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0trv6SvhhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3re8Hr6tVB0/s1600-h/Pacers&amp;amp;Cookie+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137318270792074770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0trv6SvhhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3re8Hr6tVB0/s400/Pacers%26Cookie+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Halloween has come and gone, as has Thanksgiving. It's time for a new post! We went to a Pacers game when they hosted the Utah Jazz. We played really well and demolished them. Sorry suckas!! &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;div&gt;Thanksgiving was wonderful. We had it with both sides. Bruce and I went downtown for the lighting of the "worlds largest Christmas tree". I forgot my camera in the car so I had to take pictures with my phone and I'm still trying to figure out how I can get them on the blog. &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;div&gt;I had the day off today. I had my sister, Brittany and 2 of my nephews over to decorate sugar cookies. The boys did so well! We watched the Polar Express while we worked. It was so much fun. &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;div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-3187119513290369261?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/3187119513290369261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=3187119513290369261' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/3187119513290369261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/3187119513290369261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/R0tuJ6SvhqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/c0wvmfUjr_A/s72-c/Pacers%26Cookie+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-5726150824148916783</id><published>2007-11-07T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T17:52:59.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>I was watching videos on youtube and stupidvideos and I came across funny baby. This made me laugh really hard. I don't know if I was just in a mood or if this is really funny. Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_enYxIftwE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_enYxIftwE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-5726150824148916783?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/5726150824148916783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=5726150824148916783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/5726150824148916783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/5726150824148916783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/11/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-6661789895503073987</id><published>2007-11-01T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:11:03.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SIGN!</title><content type='html'>Okay, remember my post "Beau reincarnated?" Well, if you look at the comments, Doug said something about his "sign for Beau." Well, I FOUND THE SIGN!!! Just imagine Beau instead of Toby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wul2qgpq_4g"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wul2qgpq_4g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-6661789895503073987?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6661789895503073987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=6661789895503073987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/6661789895503073987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/6661789895503073987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/11/sign.html' title='THE SIGN!'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-6297638120427913617</id><published>2007-10-31T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T07:19:30.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!!</title><content type='html'>Shad would bring Bruce candy (in the wrapper) and Bruce would shake them. Shad thought it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylLoDu_2_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/tK-lgSQ-6y4/s1600-h/Halloween+niece+&amp;amp;+nephews+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127712802307300338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylLoDu_2_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/tK-lgSQ-6y4/s400/Halloween+niece+%26+nephews+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ali was so nice to share her candy with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylLYTu_2-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/50fAJLv1RTE/s1600-h/Halloween+niece+&amp;amp;+nephews+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127712531724360674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylLYTu_2-I/AAAAAAAAAJA/50fAJLv1RTE/s400/Halloween+niece+%26+nephews+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce, Shad (tiger) &amp;amp; Ali (princess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylLDTu_29I/AAAAAAAAAI4/CGauFlhiPRw/s1600-h/Halloween+niece+&amp;amp;+nephews+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127712170947107794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylLDTu_29I/AAAAAAAAAI4/CGauFlhiPRw/s400/Halloween+niece+%26+nephews+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylKxDu_28I/AAAAAAAAAIw/fYRysLZYhCw/s1600-h/Halloween+niece+&amp;amp;+nephews+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127711857414495170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylKxDu_28I/AAAAAAAAAIw/fYRysLZYhCw/s400/Halloween+niece+%26+nephews+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon is slayed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylKgju_27I/AAAAAAAAAIo/fF7Uck_ad10/s1600-h/Halloween+niece+&amp;amp;+nephews+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127711573946653618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylKgju_27I/AAAAAAAAAIo/fF7Uck_ad10/s400/Halloween+niece+%26+nephews+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can fly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylKSDu_26I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Cc8QiBvBtFw/s1600-h/Halloween+niece+&amp;amp;+nephews+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127711324838550434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylKSDu_26I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Cc8QiBvBtFw/s400/Halloween+niece+%26+nephews+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knight in shining armor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylJ9Du_25I/AAAAAAAAAIY/38O7-sQm59w/s1600-h/Halloween+niece+&amp;amp;+nephews+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127710964061297554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylJ9Du_25I/AAAAAAAAAIY/38O7-sQm59w/s400/Halloween+niece+%26+nephews+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylJkDu_24I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AYND7IakfNM/s1600-h/Halloween+niece+&amp;amp;+nephews+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127710534564567938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d18060a47c5a5336&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6297638120427913617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=6297638120427913617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/6297638120427913617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/6297638120427913617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/10/boo.html' title='Boo!!'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RylLoDu_2_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/tK-lgSQ-6y4/s72-c/Halloween+niece+%26+nephews+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-4409980903929670855</id><published>2007-10-30T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:51:21.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pregnancy Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Ryftkzu_22I/AAAAAAAAAH8/9Pmw6ynMDo8/s1600-h/n747612173_392679_8172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127327917403003746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Ryftkzu_22I/AAAAAAAAAH8/9Pmw6ynMDo8/s400/n747612173_392679_8172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyfteTu_21I/AAAAAAAAAH0/R4jSkw_7FNI/s1600-h/branch+halloween+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127327805733854034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyfteTu_21I/AAAAAAAAAH0/R4jSkw_7FNI/s400/branch+halloween+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyftZDu_20I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bQyOICIVduU/s1600-h/n1164390364_30289261_3434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127327715539540802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyftZDu_20I/AAAAAAAAAHs/bQyOICIVduU/s400/n1164390364_30289261_3434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyftTDu_2zI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4yjhqrot5MU/s1600-h/n747612173_392678_7886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127327612460325682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyftTDu_2zI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4yjhqrot5MU/s400/n747612173_392678_7886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-4409980903929670855?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/4409980903929670855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=4409980903929670855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/4409980903929670855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/4409980903929670855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-pregnancy-pictures.html' title='More Pregnancy Pictures'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Ryftkzu_22I/AAAAAAAAAH8/9Pmw6ynMDo8/s72-c/n747612173_392679_8172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-6997873643703780639</id><published>2007-10-27T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:15:19.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Trimester</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPUjDu_2yI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IpJMU_SXook/s1600-h/branch+halloween+party+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126174499640695586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPUjDu_2yI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IpJMU_SXook/s400/branch+halloween+party+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I've finally made it to my third trimester. Those of you who have already had children know what a milestone this is!!! We are getting so excited! Yeah! Yes, I am flashing my buckies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-6997873643703780639?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6997873643703780639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=6997873643703780639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/6997873643703780639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/6997873643703780639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/10/3rd-trimester_27.html' title='3rd Trimester'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPUjDu_2yI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IpJMU_SXook/s72-c/branch+halloween+party+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-8749469008633510848</id><published>2007-10-27T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:10:23.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPTUzu_2xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/syn2RuvTad4/s1600-h/branch+halloween+party+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126173155315931922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPTUzu_2xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/syn2RuvTad4/s400/branch+halloween+party+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPTIju_2wI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cD3X0qeANZU/s1600-h/branch+halloween+party+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126172944862534402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPTIju_2wI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cD3X0qeANZU/s400/branch+halloween+party+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPS7zu_2vI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xFslaIYIxuA/s1600-h/branch+halloween+party+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126172725819202290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPS7zu_2vI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xFslaIYIxuA/s400/branch+halloween+party+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPSwju_2uI/AAAAAAAAAG4/y5CLfYnW6eQ/s1600-h/branch+halloween+party+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126172532545673954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPSwju_2uI/AAAAAAAAAG4/y5CLfYnW6eQ/s400/branch+halloween+party+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPSjju_2tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b4-rAcF5Kog/s1600-h/branch+halloween+party+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126172309207374546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPSjju_2tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b4-rAcF5Kog/s400/branch+halloween+party+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. I just got the look of disapproval from my husband. The last post was a joke. I kid, I kid. Bruce and I went to the Indianapolis 4th Branch's (which is where we met) "Trunk or Treat." We had a lot of fun. It was so fun to see our friends from the branch. Many of them we have not seen for a while. Most everyone was dressed up and this was also fun. It was especially fun for me because I think at least 10 people wondered if I was in costume or if I actually was pregnant. Bruce went as a vampire. It was sort of a last-minute thing. We were not too prepared. Next year we will plan much more in advance. YEAH for Halloween! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-8749469008633510848?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/8749469008633510848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=8749469008633510848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/8749469008633510848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/8749469008633510848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay-okay.html' title='Okay, okay....'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RyPTUzu_2xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/syn2RuvTad4/s72-c/branch+halloween+party+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-179297675408897044</id><published>2007-10-22T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T20:35:00.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas Por Favor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rx1rejwaQVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HxeR9Lm4-EQ/s1600-h/Bradshaw+1+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124370123756028242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rx1rejwaQVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HxeR9Lm4-EQ/s400/Bradshaw+1+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rx1qaDwaQUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pVYF7LiWFoY/s1600-h/Bradshaw+1+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124368946934989122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rx1qaDwaQUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pVYF7LiWFoY/s400/Bradshaw+1+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Classic picture! (Did you hear what she just said??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rx1qMzwaQTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OLvCAgcREx0/s1600-h/Bradshaw+1+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124368719301722418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rx1qMzwaQTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OLvCAgcREx0/s400/Bradshaw+1+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Mangus Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rx1pszwaQSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BGhxISI9BgM/s1600-h/Bradshaw+1+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124368169545908514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rx1pszwaQSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BGhxISI9BgM/s400/Bradshaw+1+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Joray Family&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/1890493968990003242-179297675408897044?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/179297675408897044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=179297675408897044' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/179297675408897044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/179297675408897044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/10/mas-por-favor.html' title='Mas Por Favor?'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rx1rejwaQVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HxeR9Lm4-EQ/s72-c/Bradshaw+1+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-1644200616996335001</id><published>2007-10-22T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:05:49.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pictures are in!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzYJTwaQQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9HBar6Yua9k/s1600-h/Bradshaw+1+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124208130474524930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzYJTwaQQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9HBar6Yua9k/s400/Bradshaw+1+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Mr. and Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzXuzwaQPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UVmiMtJ_1AE/s1600-h/Bradshaw+1+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124207675207991538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzXuzwaQPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UVmiMtJ_1AE/s400/Bradshaw+1+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzXgTwaQOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/raGteORGKJY/s1600-h/Bradshaw+1+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124207426099888354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzXgTwaQOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/raGteORGKJY/s400/Bradshaw+1+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzXTTwaQNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wXx5QFF6pEM/s1600-h/Bradshaw+1+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124207202761588946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzXTTwaQNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wXx5QFF6pEM/s400/Bradshaw+1+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The happy couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzWfzwaQMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CA3yBQxupSc/s1600-h/Bradshaw+1+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124206317998325954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzWfzwaQMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CA3yBQxupSc/s400/Bradshaw+1+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girls&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzWJDwaQLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qVSEnAp9CKQ/s1600-h/Bradshaw+1+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124205927156302002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzWJDwaQLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qVSEnAp9CKQ/s400/Bradshaw+1+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs. Joray&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzVwDwaQKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qbAWxutHHpw/s1600-h/Bradshaw+1+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124205497659572386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzVwDwaQKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qbAWxutHHpw/s400/Bradshaw+1+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Mangus&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzVeDwaQJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2KJ7gZHweKQ/s1600-h/Bradshaw+1+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124205188421927058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzVeDwaQJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2KJ7gZHweKQ/s400/Bradshaw+1+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have just received the pictures from the wedding. They were so fun to go through. It brought back fun memories. Here is a little taste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-1644200616996335001?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1644200616996335001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=1644200616996335001' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/1644200616996335001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/1644200616996335001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures-are-in.html' title='The pictures are in!!!'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzYJTwaQQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9HBar6Yua9k/s72-c/Bradshaw+1+201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-1850354716664668538</id><published>2007-10-22T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:50:47.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Keri!!</title><content type='html'>#5 is on the far left. She made such a beautiful bridesmaid&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzUqTwaQII/AAAAAAAAAE4/R9RknKkrbOM/s1600-h/Bradshaw+1+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124204299363696770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzUqTwaQII/AAAAAAAAAE4/R9RknKkrbOM/s400/Bradshaw+1+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keri is the 2nd from the left (#5)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzUGTwaQHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5Pa-dywYE3E/s1600-h/october+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124203680888406130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzUGTwaQHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5Pa-dywYE3E/s400/october+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; #5...Nice boo-tay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzT3DwaQGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qUrD6X5ILEo/s1600-h/october+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124203418895401058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzT3DwaQGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qUrD6X5ILEo/s400/october+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday, Bruce and I went to Louisville Kentucky to watch my best friend play soccer. Keri has been my best friend for a long time(she was one the the beautiful bridesmaids)! She plays soccer for USI (University of Southern Indiana). This is Keri's Senior year. I have only attended one other game...last year when USI played ISU (Indiana State University)...some friend, right? So, Bruce and I decided to surprise her and attend her game in Kentucky. It was so much fun to see her!! I miss her and can't wait for her to come back home!! &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/1890493968990003242-1850354716664668538?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1850354716664668538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=1850354716664668538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/1850354716664668538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/1850354716664668538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/10/go-keri.html' title='Go Keri!!'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzUqTwaQII/AAAAAAAAAE4/R9RknKkrbOM/s72-c/Bradshaw+1+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-2288045188788910468</id><published>2007-10-22T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:25:45.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progression...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzO3DwaQFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q4V-IqAfYJc/s1600-h/october+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124197921337262162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzO3DwaQFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q4V-IqAfYJc/s400/october+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzOtTwaQEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xBd18dL79ag/s1600-h/october+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124197753833537602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzOtTwaQEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xBd18dL79ag/s400/october+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzOgTwaQDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L9ydp7Fd1Jo/s1600-h/october+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124197530495238194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzOgTwaQDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/L9ydp7Fd1Jo/s400/october+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so you are probably thinking... Neat. We are over you bedroom. But I'm going to post pictures anyway. Sorry! These are different views of our room. We are almost finished with our apartment! Woo-Hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-2288045188788910468?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/2288045188788910468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=2288045188788910468' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/2288045188788910468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/2288045188788910468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/10/progression.html' title='Progression...'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxzO3DwaQFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q4V-IqAfYJc/s72-c/october+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-1894239300260173324</id><published>2007-10-18T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:27:51.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A work in progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxeJWTwaP8I/AAAAAAAAADc/zlrEP0d0MAQ/s1600-h/October+07+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122714117510676418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxeJWTwaP8I/AAAAAAAAADc/zlrEP0d0MAQ/s400/October+07+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxeJGzwaP7I/AAAAAAAAADU/C38hyoeQgtk/s1600-h/October+07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122713851222704050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxeJGzwaP7I/AAAAAAAAADU/C38hyoeQgtk/s400/October+07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruce and I have been working on putting our home together. It is coming along...Bruce is almost finished with the last item for our bedroom. He has put together 2 night stands, and 2 dressers. He's great. I just watch. The next thing we will work on will be our living room and dining area. Pictures to come.&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/1890493968990003242-1894239300260173324?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/1894239300260173324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=1894239300260173324' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/1894239300260173324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/1894239300260173324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/10/work-in-progress.html' title='A work in progress'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxeJWTwaP8I/AAAAAAAAADc/zlrEP0d0MAQ/s72-c/October+07+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-6016453524641316050</id><published>2007-10-18T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:49:07.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau Reincarnated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxeAZTwaP5I/AAAAAAAAADE/ML6WHWZqfyk/s1600-h/beau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122704273445633938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxeAZTwaP5I/AAAAAAAAADE/ML6WHWZqfyk/s400/beau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know, we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cocker&lt;/span&gt; Spaniel named Beau. He was a huge part of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mangus&lt;/span&gt; family. He became sick and we had to put him down a few years ago. I came across this picture last night. I'm convinced that Beau is part of another family now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-6016453524641316050?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/6016453524641316050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=6016453524641316050' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/6016453524641316050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/6016453524641316050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/10/beau-reincarnated.html' title='Beau Reincarnated'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxeAZTwaP5I/AAAAAAAAADE/ML6WHWZqfyk/s72-c/beau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-8813110118579885082</id><published>2007-10-17T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T06:49:27.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rxi10TwaQCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1U3kz6p4IZk/s1600-h/Nauvoo,+Wedding,+&amp;amp;+More+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123044486395084834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rxi10TwaQCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1U3kz6p4IZk/s400/Nauvoo,+Wedding,+%26+More+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxeH5TwaP6I/AAAAAAAAADM/EqHup2V7rhs/s1600-h/October+07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122712519782842274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/RxeH5TwaP6I/AAAAAAAAADM/EqHup2V7rhs/s400/October+07+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at our fun pumpkins! I'm a little proud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rxd_vTwaP4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/qh234H8a5kM/s1600-h/Nauvoo,+Wedding,+&amp;amp;+More+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122703551891128194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rxd_vTwaP4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/qh234H8a5kM/s400/Nauvoo,+Wedding,+%26+More+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, apparently I have never posted on my blog. Obviously I have no idea what I am doing. Thanks to a little pressure I am ready to re-commit. A lot has happened in the past few months. July, I created a blog. I had a few wedding showers, worked on the wedding, and played. August, one of my best friends got married. I was able to attend her wedding in the Nauvoo, Illinois temple. It was an incredible experience. The rest of the month I continued to work. I was so excited for September! Family arrived and we were off for Nauvoo on Wednesday September 5th. Bruce and I were married on Thursday in the Nauvoo temple. It was amazing! Everything ran smoothly. I wouldn't have changed one thing! It is now October. I love this time of year!! It is the beginning of the holidays. And I have a whole new appreciation for it. At this time last year, Bruce and I began dating. Last Friday, we went to the punmkin patch with my friend Amanda and her boyfriend Chris. We went through a corn maze, picked pumpkins and bought fresh apples from the apple store. This past Monday we had a Family Home Evening on traditions. We discussed important traditions both of us enjoyed growing up. We made caramel apples and carved the pumpkins we picked out on Friday. We are looking forward to implementing many different traditions into our family. We enjoy spending time together. I have never been so happy in my life.&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/1890493968990003242-8813110118579885082?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/8813110118579885082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=8813110118579885082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/8813110118579885082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/8813110118579885082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-in-game.html' title='Back in the Game...'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM-vQyONyA0/Rxi10TwaQCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1U3kz6p4IZk/s72-c/Nauvoo,+Wedding,+%26+More+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890493968990003242.post-7785433187374186549</id><published>2007-07-26T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:53:00.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposites Attract</title><content type='html'>He popped the question, I said yes,&lt;br /&gt;In September, I'll wear a white dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be the one wearing the tux,&lt;br /&gt;Little  did he know, he'd spend several bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be lots of fun and laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for a happy ever after&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1890493968990003242-7785433187374186549?l=brucealyssa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/feeds/7785433187374186549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1890493968990003242&amp;postID=7785433187374186549' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/7785433187374186549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1890493968990003242/posts/default/7785433187374186549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brucealyssa.blogspot.com/2007/07/opposites-attract.html' title='Opposites Attract'/><author><name>Alyssa &amp;amp; Bruce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02770233446451904232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry></feed>
