<?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-4745751144551523465</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:19:53.230-07:00</updated><category term='Roxy'/><category term='Phoenix'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Houses'/><category term='Miss America'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='365 days of pictures'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='etsy'/><category term='Ice'/><category term='March'/><title type='text'>Not All Who Wander Are Lost</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10320337015854853672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/Sf4l6ciQHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n1V34nCkBlY/S220/b+S+d+173.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745751144551523465.post-8891443254195066038</id><published>2009-05-09T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:29:53.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares from Working Retail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;We have this woman who comes in regularly and always brings her son. Normally, that wouldn't bother me, except this kid is the spawn of Satan. And I like kids, so for me to say he's that, means he's AWFUL! Anyway, he regularly moves rounders, and tips over manequins, and climbs the candy tower, and stands on top of the tables. He pulls things off the tables and strews jewelry and candy around the store. We tell him not to, but he just pretends not to understand. He drives us crazy! Anyway, this week, he started fiddling with the fire extiguisher. Why we have it down where kids can mess with it, I don't have any idea!?! Anyway, the girl working that night told him not to mess with the fire extinguiser, he could get hurt, make a mess, etc. He takes one look at her, smiles his evil little smile, pulls the pin, and squeezes the trigger. Sandy, nasty chemical foam goes everywhere! All over clothes, candy, jewelry! Thankfully, it missed the registers. It would have completely ruined the registers. We've been cleaning up foam and sand all week. I got a horrible sinus headache the next day, because of all the dust flying around! Anyway, one of the many nightmares I live through at work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745751144551523465-8891443254195066038?l=brookesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/8891443254195066038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/05/nightmares-from-working-retail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/8891443254195066038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/8891443254195066038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/05/nightmares-from-working-retail.html' title='Nightmares from Working Retail!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10320337015854853672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/Sf4l6ciQHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n1V34nCkBlY/S220/b+S+d+173.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745751144551523465.post-7921525034531799286</id><published>2009-04-23T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:00:28.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Tomorrow is my 22nd birthday. I have no idea what Darrin and I are going to do. We've been trying to decide what sounds like fun, but there's not really much going on in Indy right now. I'm kind of apathetic about my birthday this year. This is the first birthday I've spent away from my family and the first birthday in almost ten years that I've spent away from my friends back home, so I'm a little weirded out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Darrin have been looking to buy a house. With the housing market the way it is, we've been able to find some really good deals. Our apartment lease lasts until September though, so we still have a few months to find the perfect house! I'm very excited about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745751144551523465-7921525034531799286?l=brookesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/7921525034531799286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/7921525034531799286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/7921525034531799286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10320337015854853672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/Sf4l6ciQHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n1V34nCkBlY/S220/b+S+d+173.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745751144551523465.post-4965178800487734976</id><published>2009-03-05T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:29:22.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roxy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March'/><title type='text'>In Like a Lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SbA0b8buqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/NL8c73Ldgho/s1600-h/534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309801615353358578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SbA0b8buqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/NL8c73Ldgho/s320/534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;March has come! And with it has come a few 70 degree days! Roxy is over the moon! Good weather means mom will take her for walks and open the balcony door so she can sit in the sun and smell the outdoors! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway... Darrin leaves for his D.C./New York/Philadelphia trip tomorrow. Roxy and I will have a whole week by ourselves, and then we go back to Grove! I am very excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The main point of this post, however, is that I am opening an etsy shop.I need a possibly paying outlet for all the things I make! The problem, though, is that I have no idea what to call it! I've considered Phoenix Designs, but I think that might make people think I'm in Phoenix... and that could cause some confusion. If you have any suggestions let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745751144551523465-4965178800487734976?l=brookesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/4965178800487734976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-like-lion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/4965178800487734976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/4965178800487734976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-like-lion.html' title='In Like a Lion'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10320337015854853672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/Sf4l6ciQHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n1V34nCkBlY/S220/b+S+d+173.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SbA0b8buqPI/AAAAAAAAADo/NL8c73Ldgho/s72-c/534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745751144551523465.post-3371342152292298070</id><published>2009-02-22T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:18:54.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Super Stressful Sundays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SaH1OqxuHkI/AAAAAAAAADg/8wJmJxiQtng/s1600-h/bird+with+a+french+fry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305791468368961090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SaH1OqxuHkI/AAAAAAAAADg/8wJmJxiQtng/s320/bird+with+a+french+fry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes Sundays stress me out. &lt;strong&gt;Most&lt;/strong&gt; Sundays stress me out. Getting up at 6 am always starts me out on the wrong foot, becuase usually I haven't gotten to bed until 12 or 12:30 the night before. Then you throw in the fact that sometimes I feel completely invisible. At church this morning, a man Darirn knows pretty well sat down in the row behind us... and preceeds to ask who I am. I have been introduced to this man at least two or three times, and he told Darrin he didn't even know Darrin was married. We've been married 8 months! It just frustrated me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I haven't written &lt;strong&gt;anything &lt;/strong&gt;in weeks! I keep sitting down to try to write and it's just not coming, which is majorly frustrating. I just can't force it. I have 324 words so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I am &lt;strong&gt;VERY EXCITED&lt;/strong&gt; to get to go home in almost three weeks! Darrin gets to go to Washington D.C. and New York City the week before, so Roxy and I are gonna spend the week before packing and getting ready. Darrin gets home late on Thursday the 12th and then we're leaving early on the 13th and staying for a week! I'm &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; excited to get to see my friends and family! And it will be interesting to see how Roxy does with cats. My mom has three and Roxy's never met a cat before!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I guess that's about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745751144551523465-3371342152292298070?l=brookesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3371342152292298070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-stressful-sundays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/3371342152292298070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/3371342152292298070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-stressful-sundays.html' title='Super Stressful Sundays!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10320337015854853672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/Sf4l6ciQHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n1V34nCkBlY/S220/b+S+d+173.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SaH1OqxuHkI/AAAAAAAAADg/8wJmJxiQtng/s72-c/bird+with+a+french+fry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745751144551523465.post-4560913931746501823</id><published>2009-02-09T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:52:48.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah... Blah... Blah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have made no progress on anything recently. I've just been really lazy. My apartment shows the signs of my lack of modivation. Everything needs to be vacuumed. I have written nothing in weeks and I have to go back to work tomorrow after three days off. I had a list of 16 things that I wanted to get done this weekend and ya know how many of those things I got done? 5... yeah... 5. It's great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745751144551523465-4560913931746501823?l=brookesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/4560913931746501823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-made-no-progress-on-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/4560913931746501823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/4560913931746501823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-made-no-progress-on-anything.html' title='Blah... Blah... Blah!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10320337015854853672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/Sf4l6ciQHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n1V34nCkBlY/S220/b+S+d+173.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745751144551523465.post-1635409198672337449</id><published>2009-01-27T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:40:19.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Baby, It's Cold Outside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SX-NAqsC_YI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FekOHMJyEvc/s1600-h/P1010778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296106729409543554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SX-NAqsC_YI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FekOHMJyEvc/s320/P1010778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;So... the best laid plans... I don't know the end of that expression, but I do know that my big plans for my three days off really didn't turn out all that well. I did NOTHING yesterday, but consoled myself that I still had two days to go. This morning I awoke with a list of errand that I needed to run, but consoled myself that I still had Wednesday. Well, a few hours ago I got a call from work saying that my schedule got switched and now I have to work tomorrow. I don't &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;mind, because now I get Saturday off to spend with Darrin, but it does mean that I have managed to write a total of 0 sentences this week! It's snowing like crazy here in Indy. About three inches so far today and it's not supposed to stop until noon-ish tomorrow. But at least it's not ice. My mom lives in Oklahoma and she got a few inches of ice last night and this morning. Ice is way dangerous. Snow doesn't knock out power lines and make people freeze to death like ice does. Plus, my mom lives in what my friends like to call "the boonies of the boonies" and if her power goes out... it's a long time before it comes back on. Last year, she was out of power for ten days and living at my grandma's because she, at least, has a fire place. Anyway, no tales of power outages there yet and I feel very secure in my power... living in a suburban area like I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745751144551523465-1635409198672337449?l=brookesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1635409198672337449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/1635409198672337449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/1635409198672337449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, It&apos;s Cold Outside!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10320337015854853672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/Sf4l6ciQHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n1V34nCkBlY/S220/b+S+d+173.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SX-NAqsC_YI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FekOHMJyEvc/s72-c/P1010778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745751144551523465.post-4786899655494935401</id><published>2009-01-25T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:19:40.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365 days of pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>So.... Facebook sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;One quick little rant here! I've been trying to access my facebook page for the last few hours and every time I open the page, I'm told that my page is down for site maintenance and will be back up shortly. NOT TRUE! It's driving me crazy. I know I have messages and I can't get to them! Anyway, I've gotten nothing done today, on the book or in my life. I wrote a whole five sentences yesterday, so I'm very excited for tomorrow! I watched the Miss America pageant this evening (I recorded it!) and was very excited to see that Miss Indiana won (yeah!) but what was with that dress? Like Dolly Parton goes to a renaissance fair! Anyway, I've seen several blogs of the "post a new picture everyday for a year" variety and I'm seriously considering doing something of the sort. I'm going to start on my 22nd birthday (April 24th) though because I'll never be able to remember for the entire year. I guess I'll have to find my camera cords though. I have no idea where they are. Darrin probably knows. Anyway, off to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745751144551523465-4786899655494935401?l=brookesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/4786899655494935401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-facebook-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/4786899655494935401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/4786899655494935401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-facebook-sucks.html' title='So.... Facebook sucks!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10320337015854853672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/Sf4l6ciQHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n1V34nCkBlY/S220/b+S+d+173.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745751144551523465.post-1652690098058915692</id><published>2009-01-24T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:19:40.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoenix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>P.S- Facebook Flair is addicting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXuQ5r-S_PI/AAAAAAAAACo/aLajzO-mLbI/s1600-h/phoenix_logo_simple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294985107635109106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXuQ5r-S_PI/AAAAAAAAACo/aLajzO-mLbI/s320/phoenix_logo_simple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;So... here's the premise for my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;In 1246, Ava randomly meets Costin, duke of ________, at a jousting tournament. She quickly falls for his good looks and charming character, and the feelings seem to be mutual. She misses all his flaws, greed and desire for power at any cost. She is young and exotically beautiful and despite her lack of family, he proposes to her. Soon after the engagement, rebels rise up against the royals and a battle begins outside the castle. The rebels are defeated, but Costin is seemingly mortally wounded. In a moment of despair, Ava, thinking she is going to lose her fiance, dabs her tear-filled handkerchief over Costin’s sword wounds. Costin heals quickly and he and Ava are soon married. No one knows Ava’s true identity and for many years, Costin’s quick healing is attributed to divine intervention… until, someone notices that neither of them seem to be aging. Ava, sensing the unwanted attention she had experienced many times before, explains to Costin who she really is and what the effect her tears had had on him… that her tears healed his wounds and because of her hasty decision, he is now immortal. She impresses upon him the need to run and start their lives over somewhere else. They pack their belongings and flee in the dead of night from France to __________. But hiding and playing peasant doesn’t agree with Costin, and his true character is soon revealed. He loves Ava, but his desire for power soon takes over. He tries to convince her that, together, they could become supreme rulers over the known world… satiating his thirst for power and keeping his wife. But Ava knows the responsibility that comes with power, and won’t be responsible for Costin’s acts. She knows that he wont give up his idea of complete power and decides that it is time to leave him. She runs from him, but he follows, still bent on domination and the power that Ava’s tears can give him. She runs for hundreds of years, Costin and his current company always a few steps behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;By the way... Ava is a Phoenix (mythical bird, immortal, healing tears, etc.) in human form. I'm gonna start with Ava hatching and turning human, move to this part, then end with some how getting rid of Costin so Ava is safe. Lots of work to do. But I wrote another sentence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745751144551523465-1652690098058915692?l=brookesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1652690098058915692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/ps-facebook-flair-is-addicting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/1652690098058915692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/1652690098058915692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/ps-facebook-flair-is-addicting.html' title='P.S- Facebook Flair is addicting!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10320337015854853672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/Sf4l6ciQHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n1V34nCkBlY/S220/b+S+d+173.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXuQ5r-S_PI/AAAAAAAAACo/aLajzO-mLbI/s72-c/phoenix_logo_simple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745751144551523465.post-5500645644397600133</id><published>2009-01-24T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:19:40.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My plans for the next few days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXtfADIU__I/AAAAAAAAACg/K1G18z8jZOM/s1600-h/newphonepics+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294930241349025778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXtfADIU__I/AAAAAAAAACg/K1G18z8jZOM/s320/newphonepics+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Roxy Roo, my baby. She's very spoiled and very cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I have the next five days off. Saturday through Wednesday. I hope to make some serious headway on the book. A paragraph or two would be great! Although today I have a list of errands to run. It started out just needing to run to the library, but then Darrin decided I need to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart too. So, that could take all day! And a good portion of the rest of my day will probably be spent online, procrastinating. And then there's Church in the morning. And then there's nap time cause I have to get up freakishly early on Sundays. So maybe by tomorrow evening I will have done more than just open Word and look at the three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sentences&lt;/span&gt; I wrote the other day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745751144551523465-5500645644397600133?l=brookesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/5500645644397600133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/5500645644397600133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/5500645644397600133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/so.html' title='My plans for the next few days!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10320337015854853672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/Sf4l6ciQHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n1V34nCkBlY/S220/b+S+d+173.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXtfADIU__I/AAAAAAAAACg/K1G18z8jZOM/s72-c/newphonepics+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745751144551523465.post-7420112474210041711</id><published>2009-01-22T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:19:40.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXi8RKbDpuI/AAAAAAAAACI/jVSWWCNTvtc/s1600-h/b+S+d+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294188365015656162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXi8RKbDpuI/AAAAAAAAACI/jVSWWCNTvtc/s320/b+S+d+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So.... I decided that I'd post some of my favorite pictures from the wedding, Paris, Roxy... basically everything! This one is obviously from the wedding. I love this one because it's so like Megan and I... lip gloss obsessed! The other picture is of Aphrodite's temple at Marie Antionette's estate in Versailles. Versailles was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXi-XNMBkjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mDjYPabBorg/s1600-h/306.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294190667860382258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXi-XNMBkjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mDjYPabBorg/s320/306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;beautiful, but you can understand where all the stories about Marie's spending came from. It was enormous and oppulent! I will definitley go back at some point in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745751144551523465-7420112474210041711?l=brookesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/7420112474210041711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/7420112474210041711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/7420112474210041711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10320337015854853672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/Sf4l6ciQHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n1V34nCkBlY/S220/b+S+d+173.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXi8RKbDpuI/AAAAAAAAACI/jVSWWCNTvtc/s72-c/b+S+d+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745751144551523465.post-1673946692048203535</id><published>2009-01-21T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:19:40.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I seem to have gotten a bunch accomplished today. I only wrote a whole three sentences, but I think I figured out how I want to start. Finally! I've written five or six &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginnings&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; finally found one that suits me... for now. Darrin keeps throwing the rope for Roxy and she keeps sliding into the door... really hard. She's going to have brain damage. Anyway, I'm trying to tell as few people as possible in my real life that I'm writing a book, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; I don't ever finish it, but that really isn't working to well. People keep asking me what I'm doing and I'm not going to make something up. So, whatever! If everybody finds out then maybe that will be more incentive to finish it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745751144551523465-1673946692048203535?l=brookesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/1673946692048203535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-on-book.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/1673946692048203535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/1673946692048203535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-on-book.html' title='More on the book!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10320337015854853672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/Sf4l6ciQHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n1V34nCkBlY/S220/b+S+d+173.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745751144551523465.post-3167016430133521352</id><published>2009-01-20T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:19:40.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I wanna write a book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXaZaF-G4ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gUAhgkT-bFg/s1600-h/phoenixBird1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293587085578920338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXaZaF-G4ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gUAhgkT-bFg/s320/phoenixBird1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Actually, I am writing a book. Although, it's begining very slowly, I am confident that I will be able to finish it sometime in the next ten years! At some point I will go into more detail about it... maybe even post some excerpts (when I get them written)! Right now, however, it's time for bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745751144551523465-3167016430133521352?l=brookesimpson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/feeds/3167016430133521352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-wanna-write-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/3167016430133521352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4745751144551523465/posts/default/3167016430133521352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookesimpson.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-wanna-write-book.html' title='So I wanna write a book!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10320337015854853672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/Sf4l6ciQHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n1V34nCkBlY/S220/b+S+d+173.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNfzp8c17QY/SXaZaF-G4ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gUAhgkT-bFg/s72-c/phoenixBird1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
