<?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-1959624738904696424</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:05:22.513-08:00</updated><category term='walter'/><category term='boys'/><category term='running'/><category term='Buffet'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='perry'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='baking'/><category term='Role Models'/><category term='teenage'/><title type='text'>Vegas Or Bust</title><subtitle type='html'>Viva Las Vegas, and all that comes along with it...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-2141613271674220989</id><published>2008-12-20T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:48:38.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know Im Getting Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So the hubby and I decided to have Mexican food last night. This is not something we normally do. In fact, we have live in Las Vegas almost a year and had no idea where a mexican restaurant was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found a Macayo's and decided to just eat there. i have having a mad craving for chips and salsa and some alcohol. Being a CPS worker is really stressful and for some reason has brought me to drink...probably not a healthy new lifestyle for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the waitress talked us into drinking our margarita's out of these ceramic glass/bowl type cups. This way they next time we go back (im sure in another year) we can get our drinks for half the price if we bring in our new fancy ceramic drink cups...My husbands has a  Hispanic woman on it with a pretty huge rack, and mine is a jolly Hispanic man with a sweet mustache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SU0hM30sFKI/AAAAAAAAATs/po8H4CDW9GU/s1600-h/las+vegas+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281914443002549410" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SU0hM30sFKI/AAAAAAAAATs/po8H4CDW9GU/s320/las+vegas+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I finally feel like an old lady. I had one drink and was pretty tipsy. My husband got his normal red face from drinking (I think its the Irish blood) and we were acting like teenagers. Im serious...giggling, spilling things, talking loud. Im now extremely embarrassed of myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate chips and salsa like it was my job and then when we got home, we tore through the cookies and candy my sister had care packaged to me...I woke up in the middle of the night with the worse headache and stomachache. Its a good thing that Im not running today, I actually don't know if I would be able to. Sooooo Laaaame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, we also watched the movie House Bunny, with Anna Faris...good flick...wicked cheesy, but when tipsy and drunk on cookies, anything becomes entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think I am going to spend the day on the couch. I am officially done with Christmas shopping...thank god!  Happy Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-2141613271674220989?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/2141613271674220989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=2141613271674220989' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2141613271674220989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2141613271674220989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-i-know-im-getting-old.html' title='Now I know Im Getting Old!'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SU0hM30sFKI/AAAAAAAAATs/po8H4CDW9GU/s72-c/las+vegas+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-5028377725678823489</id><published>2008-12-18T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:19:42.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in the Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SUs5vsu0p7I/AAAAAAAAATk/lmVqDTc5r4M/s1600-h/1b31fd539350e1da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281378479646222258" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SUs5vsu0p7I/AAAAAAAAATk/lmVqDTc5r4M/s320/1b31fd539350e1da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It snowed in Las Vegas and the people here went insane!  He He! All of you who live is states where snow is an everyday thing would laugh. Schools here shut down and work was let out early, it was breaking news all night (interupting my stories, which was upsetting). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's pretty cool though. I hated the snow when I lived in Colorado and thats why I wanted to leave, but I kindof liked when it snowed here the past couple of days.  Something different, and it is really beautiful.  I dont want this to happen all the time, but during the holiday its really nice.  So for now I will just enjoy it cause I will be wishing for it when it is 120 degrees in the summer. &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/1959624738904696424-5028377725678823489?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/5028377725678823489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=5028377725678823489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5028377725678823489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5028377725678823489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-in-desert.html' title='Snow in the Desert'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SUs5vsu0p7I/AAAAAAAAATk/lmVqDTc5r4M/s72-c/1b31fd539350e1da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-9101573746619141838</id><published>2008-12-14T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:59:45.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routines and Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you ever wake up and sort of dread your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up this morning, began putting on my running clothes and realized that I do the exact same things every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday's: My long runs, grocery shopping, church, baking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monday-Thursday's (This same thing every day): Work, change into running clothes at 445 pm, get out of work at 5 on the dot, go to the gym, run, come home and make dinner, make lunch for the next day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday's: Same as Monday through Thursday but since this is my husbands night off I have to rush my run and get home for us to go to dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturdays are my non running days, but those are pretty routine with shopping and a movie with the husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my routine every single week. And for some reason lately it has been driving me crazy. I even make the same exact lunch every single day. Can someone tell me if this is really pathetic or not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im sitting here watching people on tv roaming the streets of Venice and I am so envious of them. I want to just drop everything and fly to some other country right now and just roam the streets for days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I of course don't have that luxury right now, I have a new job and don't have any vacation for the whole year of my probation period. Really, if you think about it, what life is that to live. I mean, I enjoy my job and it keeps me busy, but sometimes I just want a life where I just drop everything and go on adventures with no bills or loans to worry about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My husband and I wanted to wait on having kids so we could have the freedom to travel and go on adventures before we cant because of kids. Look at us though, he works in the casino industry and hasn't have any time off for a whole year, and I am now starting a job where I wont be able to have any time off for a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, for some reason I feel like some of my posts have been real debbie downers lately, but Im just kind of feeling blah right now...I'm sure it has to do with the holidays and how busy and hectic everything is, but I don't want to one day look back on my life and wish I had done more. I know I'm young, but I don't want to get stuck saying "someday we will travel when we have time" the more a person says that, the less time it seems they really have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a scary thought, but for now, I wish I could get out of my mundane routine, but I just don't know how. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-9101573746619141838?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/9101573746619141838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=9101573746619141838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/9101573746619141838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/9101573746619141838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-sort-of-life-do-i-have.html' title='Routines and Frustration'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-6880639437852713951</id><published>2008-12-11T19:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:53:45.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Panic</title><content type='html'>My husbands birthday is January 4th...this creates a lot of anxiety for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a family where no one has a birthday past October and before late February, which is perfect cause then we only have had to deal with Christmas presents during Christmas time. Now however, I have married a man whose whole family has their birthdays in November, December, and early January...What the F!  This puts a lot of pressure on me, especially since I have made it my mission to be the best gift giver ever in his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I'm in stress mode and since we don't live near either of our families, I need to have all shopping done A-SAP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course with my running schedule, my Christmas baking, and work, I don't have much time....soooo, well, I should maybe get started, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's to my next marathon, it  starts on Saturday early morning and doesn't stop till i'm done!  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-6880639437852713951?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/6880639437852713951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=6880639437852713951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6880639437852713951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6880639437852713951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-panic.html' title='Holiday Panic'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-6865420284436248578</id><published>2008-12-07T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:48:18.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New PR for Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STy1C_tqu1I/AAAAAAAAATU/Aw87uthAnf4/s1600-h/images5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277291926438722386" style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STy1C_tqu1I/AAAAAAAAATU/Aw87uthAnf4/s320/images5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know this is not going to sound too exciting to all you awesome runners out there, but I finally broke my 10 mile slump today and I ran 12 miles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It felt really good to do so, and I am really proud of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also took a survey in my Runner's World magazine tonight and it said that I am a middle distance runner, which after reading everything about middle distance runner I fully agree. So, its good to know that I'm not a complete failure for not being able to run a Marathon, although, it is still my long term goal in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read so many blogs of people who run Marathons all the time and it seems so effortless for them. I would love to one day feel the same way about myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day I will be able to say I have run a marathon, and I cant wait for that day. For now however, I will just be really excited about my 12 miles today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-6865420284436248578?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/6865420284436248578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=6865420284436248578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6865420284436248578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6865420284436248578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-pr-for-me.html' title='New PR for Me!'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STy1C_tqu1I/AAAAAAAAATU/Aw87uthAnf4/s72-c/images5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-4006832962594946330</id><published>2008-12-06T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:50:04.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, do dogs go on diets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STtjc_1GCYI/AAAAAAAAATE/93Z8SzoPEi8/s1600-h/las+vegas+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276920738216282498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STtjc_1GCYI/AAAAAAAAATE/93Z8SzoPEi8/s320/las+vegas+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um, so this is the sweater that I had my dog wear last year for Christmas...and it was a huge struggle to fit him in to it yesterday...and he looks pretty miserable...so, do you think he needs to go on a diet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STtj5BbxNxI/AAAAAAAAATM/NEeO5yCt2ZQ/s1600-h/las+vegas+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276921219683268370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STtj5BbxNxI/AAAAAAAAATM/NEeO5yCt2ZQ/s320/las+vegas+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-4006832962594946330?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4006832962594946330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=4006832962594946330' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4006832962594946330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4006832962594946330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-do-dogs-go-on-diets.html' title='Um, do dogs go on diets?'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STtjc_1GCYI/AAAAAAAAATE/93Z8SzoPEi8/s72-c/las+vegas+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-912145476213454600</id><published>2008-12-03T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:13:56.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STdrZKrakQI/AAAAAAAAASc/63blhLn0PHE/s1600-h/las+vegas+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275803568595177730" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STdrZKrakQI/AAAAAAAAASc/63blhLn0PHE/s320/las+vegas+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just to clarify, all pictures that I took of the Arizona Scenery were taken while I was driving to and from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, so don't judge my photo taking ability...and yes, in taking pictures while I was driving, I'm sure I not only put my life and the life of my dog in danger, but I probably put those around me in danger...my apologies... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, anyway, i was in Arizona for Thanksgiving visiting my family. I had a pretty good time and was able to see my nieces and nephews and Perry was able to see all of his cousins as well. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STdspTj8juI/AAAAAAAAASk/YzjKQIm3otY/s1600-h/las+vegas+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275804945369304802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STdspTj8juI/AAAAAAAAASk/YzjKQIm3otY/s320/las+vegas+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to drive through Hoover Dam which I always really enjoy (If there is no traffic). On the way to AZ I was able to see some beautiful sites, but on my way home it was pitch black and took an hour and a half to drive through. Kind of wanted to kill myself. Not moving for 3o minutes at a time is the most horrible driving experience, especially if you also have just had a 40 oz. Diet Root Beer and you are about to pee out of your ears. (I hope you enjoyed that description.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoy my visits to Arizona. Scottsdale is such a beautiful town and if you have never &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STdxINHE9tI/AAAAAAAAASs/5CHPhbj0-aQ/s1600-h/las+vegas+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275809874260063954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STdxINHE9tI/AAAAAAAAASs/5CHPhbj0-aQ/s320/las+vegas+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;been, you should visit. the grass and the trees are still the brightest green. The sun shines all day, and the weather is so nice. Jeans, t-shirt and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; sweater are all you need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do miss living in Arizona. I usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; realize it until I go visit and then I feel a bit homesick for a few weeks after when I am back in Vegas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275812782774412770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STdzxgK75eI/AAAAAAAAAS8/8Scz7cxaquo/s320/las+vegas+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Besides soaking up the lovely scenery, I was able to hang out with my mom and sisters when we went and saw Twilight. Yes, the book was 150 times better, but to my surprise, the movie was also pretty awesome. And as much as I was opposed to Robert Patterson being Edward, he was pretty great in that role, so I take back all the mean things I have ever said about him (although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; still freaked out that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; watch his hair in real life and its always super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;greasy&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I of course made pies for Thanksgiving...because I left my husband on Thanksgiving, I made two pies and let him keep one. I also bought him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Capriotti's&lt;/span&gt; sandwich (just the best sandwich shop in Vegas) that was 20 inches long. It is called The Bobby and is turkey, stuffing, and cranberry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sauce&lt;/span&gt;, so that was his Thanksgiving feast. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STdy94K4v3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/gD_pkTeQnac/s1600-h/las+vegas+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275811895863459698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STdy94K4v3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/gD_pkTeQnac/s320/las+vegas+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pies are Pumpkin Cream Cheese pies topped with a Chocolate Toffee/Brown Sugar mix. Its my favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now that the Thanksgiving Holiday is over, I have to go back to the real world....work, work, work, and lots of running (although I still ran while I was on vacation).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; also now going to freak out about getting all the Christmas shopping done ASAP cause I have to send everything... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; going to freak me out.  Hopefully I can get my act together in order to do everything done, its time to go make some lists...have a good night!&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/1959624738904696424-912145476213454600?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/912145476213454600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=912145476213454600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/912145476213454600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/912145476213454600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaving-arizona.html' title='Leaving Arizona'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/STdrZKrakQI/AAAAAAAAASc/63blhLn0PHE/s72-c/las+vegas+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-3732422121991303738</id><published>2008-11-29T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:21:29.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I drove down to sunny Scottsdale, Arizona on Thanksgiving day to visit my family.  I had to leave the husband by himself in Las Vegas cause he had to work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weekend has been ok so far, a lot of family and too much food!!! I have eaten my parent out of house and home and I was just at my sisters house and found the apple pie she had brought over for Thanksgiving, I tore into it like a crazy person! I guess that's what happens when you watch what you eat all the time, and then you are suddenly surrounded by cakes and pies for four days and your will power just has to finally break.  I'm keeping up with my running schedule though, so I don't feel too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took some pix which I will post when I get home.  I got to see one of my nieces who just turned one and is so frickin cute I cant stand it.  But I will show some pictures when I get home and can blog in peace and quiet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope everyone had a good turkey day! Im off to stuff my face with Mexican food! I love Arizona!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-3732422121991303738?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/3732422121991303738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=3732422121991303738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3732422121991303738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3732422121991303738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-in-arizona.html' title='Weekend in Arizona'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-996964551796858031</id><published>2008-11-23T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:50:55.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing up the Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my Mother in Law has left Las Vegas. Surprisingly, the visit went without a hitch. No feelings were hurt and she even bought us lots of presents since we are stuck here for Christmas by ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday night we went and saw the Trans-Siberian Orchestra at the MGM Grand. They have been around awhile, playing classical music and Christmas Music with a rocked out twist and a lot of pyro effects. It was pretty cool and because I suggested it and bought the tickets, I got brownie points from the In Law...so, yea for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now that my Hubby's mother is gone, I can hopefully get back to my normal schedule. I know most of you runners run in the morning, but I just cant do it. For some reason waking up an hour earlier in the mornings destroyed my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanted to share with you today some things that I am excited about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I made some goodies for Hubby's mom, she pretends to not like sweets, but I always catch her sneaky chocolate and desserts when no one is looking, so I knew she would like for me to have some in the house. I made cookies, banana-chocolate chip muffins and my Baklava. She went to college in Greece, so I was interested in knowing what she thought of my Baklava. Turns out she said its one of the best she has had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271890860977451522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SSmEzm8wcgI/AAAAAAAAASE/w-UJGJnk95E/s320/las+vegas+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baklava Recipe:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7/8 lb. of almonds (ground)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Butter (Melted)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 tsp. Cinnamon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 pinch of ground clove to taste&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 lb. &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;fillo&lt;/span&gt; pastry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little lemon juice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 cups of sugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup of honey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 tsp. vanilla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 1/2 cup water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Directions: Mix almonds, cinnamon and cloves; Butter a pan (9x13); lay 4 &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;fillo&lt;/span&gt; sheets down and spread a thin layer of mix, then add 2 &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;fillo &lt;/span&gt;sheets and continue on with the butter and mix, layer the &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;fillo&lt;/span&gt; sheets in between. Top off with 4 &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;fillo &lt;/span&gt;sheets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cut into squares before you bake in oven at 350 for 35 to 40 min. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mix: sugar, honey, vanilla and lemon juice in a sauce pan. Bring to a boil and Pour over Baklava. Let stand for a few hours before serving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trust me, its pretty Yummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271893555042477842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SSmHQbH6ZxI/AAAAAAAAASM/_gPkVjblIp8/s320/las+vegas+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for you coffee lovers, I have some good holiday suggestions for you. If you have a Cost Plus World Market in your town, you should pick up some World Market Pumpkin Spice coffee. Im addicted and may need to go back and stock up before they stop selling it for the season. I also am glad that they have Cafe Du Monde Coffee and Chicory. I haven't been able to find this since I lived in New Orleans. I love it, it reminds me of the south. Its really strong and good for a wake up call in the mornings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before heading out for the gym, I would like to share with everyone how no matter how we torture my dog, he will let us get away with anything...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SSmIiBgEMCI/AAAAAAAAASU/_Qh_WZUizAE/s1600-h/las+vegas+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271894956913733666" style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SSmIiBgEMCI/AAAAAAAAASU/_Qh_WZUizAE/s320/las+vegas+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, enjoy the rest of your weekend, and have a good Monday!&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/1959624738904696424-996964551796858031?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/996964551796858031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=996964551796858031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/996964551796858031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/996964551796858031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-im-excited-about.html' title='Summing up the Weekend'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SSmEzm8wcgI/AAAAAAAAASE/w-UJGJnk95E/s72-c/las+vegas+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-5613244925418487305</id><published>2008-11-19T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:35:29.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new stressful life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SSTmg4GbhcI/AAAAAAAAAR8/BuhSKg-pFCU/s1600-h/I3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270590916419880386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SSTmg4GbhcI/AAAAAAAAAR8/BuhSKg-pFCU/s320/I3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I wish I looked like this when I was stressed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had spent the last 6 weeks in an academy for my new job with child welfare, and now I am done and have been in the real world for a couple of days, and yeah, it has been the most hectic and stressful time of my life, and weirdly, I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so nice to finally have a job where I'm not being paid to sit around and play Yahoo! games all day, cause, as fun as that might sound, I think in the long run it actually made me a little dumber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now go to work and by the time I look at the clock its like 1pm and I realize that I haven't used the restroom or eaten all day...in my last job I was so bored I made it a point to pee ever half hour just so I had a reason to get up and I ate every 5 seconds cause I had nothing else to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I'm really stressed and don't feel like there is enough time in the day, I finally feel like there is meaning in my life and that I am actually contributing to society.  I now have a reason to have a business card (I was always so jealous of those who had them) and I actually have so much to do that I can never get it all done...it actually feels GREAT!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure in about 2.5 I'm going to be wishing I had never said all this, but for the time being I am finally happy in a job I am actually using my degree and people actually have a reason to respect me, so, yea for my self esteem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now have to go pass out because I'm too exhausted to wait till 9pm to go to sleep.  Lame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-5613244925418487305?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/5613244925418487305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=5613244925418487305' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5613244925418487305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5613244925418487305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-new-stressful-life.html' title='My new stressful life'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SSTmg4GbhcI/AAAAAAAAAR8/BuhSKg-pFCU/s72-c/I3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-4358689268353334179</id><published>2008-11-15T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:22:53.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SR73HX2568I/AAAAAAAAAR0/V4idCEvVltU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268920320105507778" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SR73HX2568I/AAAAAAAAAR0/V4idCEvVltU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Mother-in-law is coming into town this next week...I am in panic mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Mother-in-law is different. She is from Belgium, so she has a lot of old school European thoughts and ways. When she comes I feel a lot of pressure and anxiety and I turn into this emotional wreak (inside my own head, I try not to show her my weakness). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She comes from the old school thought of "taking care of her husband and family." Now most women feel this way, but she takes it to the extreme. Like, I've never seen her husband lift a finger, sort of thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perfectly lovely woman, very nice and helpful (overly helpful). When she comes I feel like my house has to be immaculate, I have to have baked goods around (well, we all know that I always do anyway) and I feel like nothing I do is right. Like she buys cleaning supplies for my house, and insists on taking us grocery shopping and getting food that my husband may have like once in his life (when he was like 5 ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like to cook pretty healthy, but for some reason she insists that I make her son Chinese food every time she takes us to the store, (even though he has never in our relationship asked me to make Chinese food or even hinted at the fact that he would enjoy that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally had to tell her that she should stop buying things just because she thinks they are a good idea because it will go to waste and I think that is ridiculous. (Apparently that comment did not go over well, and I have had to be SUPER NICE ever since to make up for it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, so right now I am in panic mode and its Saturday and I have been up since 6 am cause I feel like I have to clean my house spotless and bake and grocery shop (so she understands that I do feed her son). AHHHHHH! STRESS!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I know that this is selfish, but my running schedule is going to be thrown off (I like to run at night and I have to switch to mornings, I HATE THAT!). So right now I am just a HOT MESS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, Back to ripping my house apart in an attempt to have it spotless...Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-4358689268353334179?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4358689268353334179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=4358689268353334179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4358689268353334179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4358689268353334179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-mother-in-law-is-coming-into-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SR73HX2568I/AAAAAAAAAR0/V4idCEvVltU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-8370751191268404029</id><published>2008-11-11T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:02:45.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, just realized Sunday while looking at super cute Christmas Tree ornaments at Joannes that I CAN'T GO HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!!!! I am 28 years old, and this will be the first time in my life that I am not going to be at my parents home for the holiday...I got extremely depressed and stormed out of the store...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My new job gives me only Christmas day off...not the day after as well, and because I am on probation for the first year, I cant ask for it off.  Im really depressed about this. Granted I will for the first time in my life be able to buy a tree and decorate it (which actually really excites me), and I will be able to make all the cookies and candies I want.  Although these things are activities I will enjoy, I really am going to be freaked out on Christmas day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will miss X-mas eve with the fam. Going to church with everyone is great. This is also a good time to see friends from high school that I haven't seen in years.  After church my family eats a big Italian dinner (we are an Irish Catholic Family, dont ask why our X-mas eve tradition is an Italian feast).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Christmas day my mom always makes a really great egg casserole, and pecan sticky buns.  This is my favorite.  I think Im going to need her to some how overnight these things to my house. I may not be able to deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My husband has to work on Christmas eve, of course, so once again I will be going to church alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, I know, I am feeling quite sorry for myself right now, but Im just going to be like this for a second till I get use to the idea.  So, im gonna go eat the apple pie I just made and pout...Ho hum!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-8370751191268404029?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/8370751191268404029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=8370751191268404029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/8370751191268404029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/8370751191268404029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-god.html' title='Oh God!!!'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-3708375739887388383</id><published>2008-11-08T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:19:11.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Role Models'/><title type='text'>Those Silly Teenage Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night my husband and I went and saw Role Models, with Paul Rudd, Sean Patrick Scott and that kid from Super Bad (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McLovin&lt;/span&gt;'). This movie was wicked funny. It was offensive, crude, and shocking! But I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This movie for some reason sent my brain into this mode where I just started remembering all the silly things I did as a teenager. It may have to do with Paul Rudd (Clueless) and Sean Patrick Scott (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stiffler&lt;/span&gt;, American Pie). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SRXCok-rcBI/AAAAAAAAARc/AEU5Tzueq90/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266329341656789010" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SRXCok-rcBI/AAAAAAAAARc/AEU5Tzueq90/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I have always had this thing for Paul Rudd. When Clueless came out I fell head over heals for him. Anytime I would see his pic in a magazine I would hang it on my wall in my bedroom. (at the same time I also had a thing for Pete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sampras&lt;/span&gt;, the tennis player, that was a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;weird stage in life for me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SRXDX-IZLJI/AAAAAAAAARk/glknpAO1ByY/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266330155862273170" style="WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SRXDX-IZLJI/AAAAAAAAARk/glknpAO1ByY/s320/images2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I may get off the subject now, but I was reminded as I talked about putting pictures on my wall of all the pictures I use to wallpaper with. I had a whole wall dedicated to "hot guys" in my room. I distinctly remember some of them. I had a couple of Nicolas Cage, circa The Rock, Con Air and Face Off (apparently I liked receding hairlines and bad acting at that time in my life). I totally had a pic of him in my locker too...so sad for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also remember a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GQ&lt;/span&gt; pictures of Tyson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Beckford&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SRXGf3e2hqI/AAAAAAAAARs/ol9fg-8BhGw/s1600-h/images3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266333590051260066" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SRXGf3e2hqI/AAAAAAAAARs/ol9fg-8BhGw/s320/images3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought he was the hottest guy to ever walk the face of the earth. My Grandfather use to subscribe to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GQ&lt;/span&gt;. Wow, for a boy crazy teenage girl, that magazine was a dream come true. I had all sorts of models hung in my room. He use to get mad at me if I was ripping pages out before he read the issue. Actually I recently bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GQ&lt;/span&gt; for my husband, it had Seth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rogan&lt;/span&gt; on the front of it. I was looking through, and all the advertising had these little skinny boys that could possibly pass for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-pubescent girls. I guess I am dating myself, but I really hate the look of guys today. They seem a bit too feminine for my taste. I like a man with substance, maybe one that can grow facial hair even. Some of these guys don't look as if they are even able to shave yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I miss those teenage days. The days when I use to just talk on the phone with my girlfriends for hours gossipping and talking about nothing. Being obsessed with the latest teen throb, and confessing my deepest darkest thoughts in my diary. I just recently got a package from my parents with some of my things from my old bedroom. I had old diaries in there. Wow, the topics I use to write about. It all seems so foreign to me know. I can barely remember those thoughts and feelings. It was like reading the pages out of a strangers memoir. Kind of disturbing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I think I have gotten off to subject. My point I guess is just to remember those simple days where the most one had to worry about was which party they should go to that weekend, or who was taking who to the school dance. I really want to go back to high school sometimes, I actually had a pretty good time. Not enough drama to ruin the rest of my life, but just enough to keep things interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, Happy Saturday, and hope others have some good past memories that make them smile when they think back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SRXDX-IZLJI/AAAAAAAAARk/glknpAO1ByY/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-3708375739887388383?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/3708375739887388383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=3708375739887388383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3708375739887388383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3708375739887388383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/those-silly-teenage-years.html' title='Those Silly Teenage Years'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SRXCok-rcBI/AAAAAAAAARc/AEU5Tzueq90/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-5847185434950379646</id><published>2008-11-04T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:04:27.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Thank you again for all of you who sent your good wishes to me over the past days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to keep myself busy I did some baking over the weekend. I also did something I don't thing I have ever done. I rode my bike 4.3 miles to the gym on Saturday, ran 4 miles and then rode my bike back home. Im not much of a bike rider, but for my birthday last year my hubby got me a bike, so I guess I should start using it. My butt hurt really badly when I was done, but it was a nice day and it helped me get my mind off of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Perry to the dog park. I have never done this before, Walter had some bad habits having to do with other dogs messes, so I avoided going. Perry seemed to not care about the other dogs and instead decided to be the official dog park greater. He went up to every human that walked in the gate and got himself some love. Im sure they thought he was a poor little neglected boy. Little do they know that he gets more love (especially now) than most children by their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I mentioned that I baked this weekend. one of the kinds I made weren't that great. The second set were pretty good. They were like a double Chocolate Chunk Cookies with Craisens in them. I am not one to put anything other than candies in my cookies, but I thought these might be a good Thanksgiving cookie. I got the recipe from the Cookie Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SREYojOnudI/AAAAAAAAARU/B2grpeCOSj8/s1600-h/las+vegas+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265016524303219154" style="WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SREYojOnudI/AAAAAAAAARU/B2grpeCOSj8/s320/las+vegas+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Double Chocolate Cranberry Chunkies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 3/4 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 tsp. baking powder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup butter, softened&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup granulated sugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 cup packed brown sugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 egg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chip chunks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3/4 dried cranberries (I just used craisens)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees; Combine flour, cocoa, baking powder and salt in small bowl; set aside. Beat butter and sugars in a large bowl with electric mixer  until light and fluffy. Beat in egg and vanilla until well blended. Gradually beat in flour mixture on low speed until blended. Stir in chocolate chunks and cranberries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drop dough on cookie sheets.  Sprinkle some extra sugar on top of the dough. Bake 11 to 12 min or until cookies are set.  &lt;/p&gt;These are really good, and seem to be keeping really moist.  So, happy baking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-5847185434950379646?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/5847185434950379646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=5847185434950379646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5847185434950379646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5847185434950379646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SREYojOnudI/AAAAAAAAARU/B2grpeCOSj8/s72-c/las+vegas+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-1451420576483758025</id><published>2008-10-31T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:01:09.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you to those who sent their good wishes to me this week. It has been really hard since losing Walter my pug, but my husband and I are trying to keep our spirits up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I have also become an overprotective mom to Perry. I have been watching him like a hawk and getting freaky if he doesn't eat his breakfast or dinner. I am worry he is going to get depressed, but, he is also one of those dogs who always seems depressed. So I don't know what to look for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been taking him on longer walks and today took him on a special "mommy, doggy" day. We went to the dog park and then I took him to Petco for some shopping. Walter had a habit of peeing on the displays when we would go, so I could never take them. Perry seemed really excited to sniff around. At the dog park he met up with two other puggles. One was a little girl and Im pretty sure he quite fancied her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are just going to be low key on this Halloween night. Hit up some Italian food and maybe do some gambling at the casino near our home. Not really feeling like I need to party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, happy Halloween to all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In loving Memory of Walter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SQu3_TmFsxI/AAAAAAAAARM/LuWLBAiSeJg/s1600-h/las+vegas+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263502887732228882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SQu3_TmFsxI/AAAAAAAAARM/LuWLBAiSeJg/s320/las+vegas+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-1451420576483758025?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/1451420576483758025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=1451420576483758025' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1451420576483758025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1451420576483758025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-to-those-who-sent-their-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SQu3_TmFsxI/AAAAAAAAARM/LuWLBAiSeJg/s72-c/las+vegas+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-3342985203067600453</id><published>2008-10-29T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:42:00.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>Thank you to all who sent good thoughts for my puppy who had surgery, but I am sad to report that my puppy Walter passed away yesterday due to complications. It's probably one of the worse things my husband and I have had to go through.  Walter was only two, but he touched our lives deeply.  His brother Perry has been sad and we are just trying to give him a lot of love and attention.  Walter will be missed terribly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-3342985203067600453?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/3342985203067600453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=3342985203067600453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3342985203067600453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3342985203067600453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-734835259844111087</id><published>2008-10-25T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:14:13.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SQPRt37xO6I/AAAAAAAAARE/Jt8DRW75-GU/s1600-h/KOCA0K7I7LCAPT2S0DCA6XNADFCALH8A3DCAI86UB1CAPFCAF0CAVOSYO8CA52BNHPCA2GCUCICA82W029CAPLH77KCAEO92T4CAB81J2ACA6EK9UNCAOSDB6NCABVIXQ0CA83GSM0CAGZ4O64CAISKSA8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261279375737830306" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SQPRt37xO6I/AAAAAAAAARE/Jt8DRW75-GU/s320/KOCA0K7I7LCAPT2S0DCA6XNADFCALH8A3DCAI86UB1CAPFCAF0CAVOSYO8CA52BNHPCA2GCUCICA82W029CAPLH77KCAEO92T4CAB81J2ACA6EK9UNCAOSDB6NCABVIXQ0CA83GSM0CAGZ4O64CAISKSA8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I ran the Four Seasons Halloween Run for Cancer Research 5k at the Nevada Cancer Research Institute. My Grandfather with whom I was really close died last year of lung cancer and my husband's sister in law is in remission. So this was a fundraiser that I did not want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't run a 5k race in about 6 months. The last one I ran was a disaster and ever since I had been a little wary about running another one. Today my time (unofficial) was 27:28. Not the greatest, but it was about 75% uphill. I really need to work on my speed work. I have been a bit lazy in that area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the Four Seasons had a buffet spread for us. Of course it was all pastries and food a running should not be stuffing their face with at the end of a race. Well, thinking of my husband always, I grabbed a few fruit kabobs for myself and loaded up on all the pastries I could for him. You should have seen the crazy looks I was getting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So that was my early morning. My mid morning was spent taking my little baby pug Walter for tummy surgery. He has been throwing up for about a week and not eating or going to the bathroom. At first the doc just gave him a shot to stop his throwing up but that didn't work. After more x-rays they determined that there was a blockage in his stomach so they did surgery. Let me tell you, I am either crazy or love my pup A LOT cause that surgery set us waaaaay back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I am really trying not to gross anyone out, but they kept what was taken from his stomach for us to see...IT WAS CRAZY!!!!!!! totally gross! Like a huge, huge, huge hair ball from a cat. (sorry, i will stop with the gross details)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, he is now sleeping and I feel so bad for him. My puggle Perry is cute and is being really gentle with him and trying to give Walter space. Its pretty precious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, have a good rest of the weekend I will be taking care of my pup and hopefully will find time to bake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-734835259844111087?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/734835259844111087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=734835259844111087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/734835259844111087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/734835259844111087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-crazy-saturday.html' title='My Crazy Saturday'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SQPRt37xO6I/AAAAAAAAARE/Jt8DRW75-GU/s72-c/KOCA0K7I7LCAPT2S0DCA6XNADFCALH8A3DCAI86UB1CAPFCAF0CAVOSYO8CA52BNHPCA2GCUCICA82W029CAPLH77KCAEO92T4CAB81J2ACA6EK9UNCAOSDB6NCABVIXQ0CA83GSM0CAGZ4O64CAISKSA8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-8664617777414744168</id><published>2008-10-24T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:28:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe a little Mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, my new Besties and I at work have made up nick-names for some of our fellow new employees. There are about 40 of us, so there of course are going to be those in the training class that may have some quirks and may be a bit annoying. Now I know this may sound mean, but when you are listening to lectures for 8 hours a day you tend to use nick naming as a mechanism to stay some what sane in an insane environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SQKDrrC5l9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/AkIZ4suo8b8/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260912101034661842" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SQKDrrC5l9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/AkIZ4suo8b8/s320/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all we have who we like to call "Starbucks." He is a middle aged man who likes to make as many comments as possible in class. We call him "Starbucks" because in the morning, at every break, and lunch, this man get Starbucks Iced Coffees (Vente, of Course). He doesn't just get one at a time either, he gets two. We kept a tally, added it up and totalled the cost of his addiction. He spends roughly $125 a week...That my friends is quite ridiculous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next we have Ms. Los Angeles. This woman is probably in her 60's and has just moved from LA. I think she said she has been here about 4 weeks. LA had the same job in California and every single speaker that comes in gets a lecture about how she is from Los Angeles and how things were done in their county department. She also says "uh, huh," under her breath with every comment the instructors make. At the end of a long day, I want to pull my hair out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SQKD2UEw4ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GLU2BQaLqL4/s1600-h/image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260912283847025042" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SQKD2UEw4ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GLU2BQaLqL4/s320/image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the table next to us is whom we like to refer to as "Puerto Rico." For obvious reasons we call him this because he is from Puerto Rico. He also just recently retired from being a New York Police officer. He likes interrogations and making false accusations. He also talks really loud and makes a lot of inappropriate comments. He has formed a liking to me and calls me by my last name as if I was one of his "bros" on his softball team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My favorite is "Olympic Gardens." This is the name of an "exotic dancing establishment" in Las Vegas. The poor girl really fits the part, and in order to not be too mean, I will leave it at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SQKDeglbkRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xiecEayd4r4/s1600-h/image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260911874888405266" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SQKDeglbkRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xiecEayd4r4/s320/image2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Handle Bar J, is a man from Louisiana. He actually makes me laugh a lot. He likes to impulsively yell out silly comments in his gentile southern drawl. He has a great mustache and wears a kick ass members only leather jacket to class...Oh, and he is a bowlegged cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly, a boy that is near and dear to our hearts. We just call him by his real name. He is a sweet boy, soft spoken and walks with a limp. He told us his best quality is that he loves people and can get along with everyone. On his breaks he listens to rock music on his i-pod and moves along to the beat. I would like to put him in my pocket. He is great. (So, I am not mean about everyone). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am an observer by nature. It can really be considered one of my downfalls. I have spent countless hours in my life just watching those around me and trying to figure them out. I should probably be concentrating more in class, but I get distracted easily. Don't judge me, I don't mean to be harsh, but without my observations, I would be way to bored out of my mind. &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/1959624738904696424-8664617777414744168?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/8664617777414744168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=8664617777414744168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/8664617777414744168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/8664617777414744168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-little-mean.html' title='Maybe a little Mean'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SQKDrrC5l9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/AkIZ4suo8b8/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-4764628443542848659</id><published>2008-10-22T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:21:41.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Issues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SP_7q2-ZT7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/G5SN-v4lFtE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260199603522326450" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SP_7q2-ZT7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/G5SN-v4lFtE/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh thank god! My Internet has been down for 3 days and i have felt such anxiety over it. I felt so disconnected from the world. Everyday wondering what was going on in the word, especially the blog world. It has been ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today for work I had to drive to a different site for training. I didn't have access to google last night so I tried a map...Wow! I am sooooo dependant on the Internet! I thought I had figured out how to get to this site by looking at the map (so old school, right?). I was certainly wrong. I got so lost and was late. You also know what goes along with starting a day like that, the rest of your day just seems so off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My morning made me think. How lame am I that I can no longer properly read a map. I need google map to give me the precise directions, right down to the miles in between each turn. I think there was a time in my life when I could read a map, but I actually cant remember. I think being one of the first generations to do everything on the computer may have had some downfalls. One of those downfalls is that I cant spell to save my life...I don't have to, I just use spell check. I certainly never really had to go to the library when I was in college and grad school, all I had to do was connect to the school library online and download all the info I needed. And of course obviously I cant read a simple map. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, not having the Internet for 3 days really made me think about the way I live my life. Don't get me wrong though, I am certainly glad I have it back, and will go back to my obsessing over reading my favorite blogs and constantly checking my email. Its just the way things are now, and I'm just really going to have to make sure that I have my Internet before I have to go anywhere next time. Ho hum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-4764628443542848659?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4764628443542848659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=4764628443542848659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4764628443542848659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4764628443542848659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/computer-issues.html' title='Computer Issues!'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SP_7q2-ZT7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/G5SN-v4lFtE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-4988777475903455547</id><published>2008-10-19T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:52:07.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I felt very crafty today, so I baked some of my favorite Pumpkin and Chocolate Chip Bread and made a cute little tote bag to bring my lunches in to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found these cute Day of the Dead patches on Esty, they were made by Liz Miera. I thought they would look perfect on a tote bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPvFqRUe2CI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_rhClYzZ9cw/s1600-h/las+vegas+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259014319879673890" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="271" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPvFqRUe2CI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_rhClYzZ9cw/s320/las+vegas+082.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my pumpkin bread, and this time I baked the batter in muffin tins just to shake things up a bit. They are really good. Many, Many years ago, when I worked for the Gap, a friend of mine, Barbie, use to bring me this bread during the holidays. I loved it so much. Here is the recipe for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPvGV_NIOjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Go91xxsVVfA/s1600-h/las+vegas+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259015070931237426" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="163" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPvGV_NIOjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Go91xxsVVfA/s320/las+vegas+083.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Chip Pumpkin Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 cups of white sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 (15 oz) can of pumpkin puree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 cup of Vegetable Oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2/3 cup water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 tablespoon ground Cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 tablespoon ground nutmeg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 teaspoons baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 1/2  teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 cups semi sweet chocolate chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preheat the oven to 350 degrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;grease and flour 3 9x5 inch loaf pans (or muffin tins)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bake for 1 hr.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In large bowl combine sugar, pumpkin, oil, water and eggs. Beat until smooth.  Blend in flour, Cinnamon, nutmeg, baking soda, and salt.  Fold in chocolate chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bake for 1 hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like that this makes a lot. Its nice to be able to freeze some of the loaves and have them for later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, hope everyone had a good weekend and enjoy the rest of your Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-4988777475903455547?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4988777475903455547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=4988777475903455547' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4988777475903455547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4988777475903455547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-sunday.html' title='A Busy Sunday'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPvFqRUe2CI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_rhClYzZ9cw/s72-c/las+vegas+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-2195192239698667080</id><published>2008-10-18T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:46:51.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally did it...this week I ran 40 miles.  I have been having issues with hitting the wall for awhile and i finally broke through, so I'm super excited about that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been irritated though. At work we sit at these tables with about 6 people for 8 hours a day, just sitting and listening to various people give lectures (yeah, wicked boring).  Anyway, all the girls at my table think its a good idea to bring in like 5 different bags of chips, trail mix, and other crap everyday.  Its really frustrating.  I just got done reading a book on the importance of good nutrition for runners and here I am eating my face off everyday.  I try and bring protein bars and whey powder drinks and fruits to work, but once I see the cheddar popcorn, or the m&amp;amp;m trail mix I just cant help myself.  It makes me want to scream!  Apparently though, it didn't ruin any of my running this week since I hit my 40 mile goal...Interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to go to the "Lady Doctor" today. Not looking forward to it...especially since its the weekend...But, I will spare everyone and not go into details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So Halloween is coming up. I was excited for about 5 minutes cause Nevada Day falls on the same day and apparently everything closes down for the day here...but, then of course we found out that my husband has to work.  Its too bad, this is his favorite holiday.  So that's sad for him.  I might just humor myself and dress the dogs up, that should keep me entertained.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, off the run errands and do some doctors stuff...Good Times...Happy Saturday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. No return from Cat Woman at work, but we did have an interesting speaker who talked about 7 miles a minute and almost gave me an anxiety attack with her fast hand jesters and even more fast moving mouth. Jeeze! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-2195192239698667080?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/2195192239698667080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=2195192239698667080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2195192239698667080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2195192239698667080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/personal-goal.html' title='Personal Goal'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-4170749764097167312</id><published>2008-10-13T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:17:41.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Woman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPQbnvB5oyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9GahWF8Ydx4/s1600-h/crazy_cat_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256857034501497634" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="228" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPQbnvB5oyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9GahWF8Ydx4/s320/crazy_cat_woman.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was at work today and was given a presentation. This is a professional place of business and the subject we were learning about is really serious and a delicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, who is in charge of teaching us and guiding us in our new important jobs...the CAT WOMAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture this, ked tennis shoes with cats on them, to match, a pair of black cat socks.  she then thought it was a good idea to wear a black button down sweater with cats embroidered on it, the kicker...the cats lined the bottom of the sweater and  had tails hanging off like fringe!!!! Can you believe it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just when you think she has run out of crazy, she throws in a pair of cat earrings and a HUGE cat hair clip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this woman for real!?!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She even incorporated her 7 real household cats into her slide show, and told us that she just rescued a special needs cat...cause apparently that had anything to do with her presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to become this woman's friend, and then have Stacy and Clinton from WHAT NOT TO WEAR give her a makeover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bad cause if I was blind and just listened to her presentation (when she wasn't babbling about her cats) she would actually sound pretty put together. But wow, talk about inappropriate. I feel a little bad for being so freaked out by here ensemble, but...yeah, super weird.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, It takes all kinds... I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-4170749764097167312?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4170749764097167312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=4170749764097167312' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4170749764097167312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4170749764097167312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/cat-woman.html' title='The Cat Woman...'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPQbnvB5oyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/9GahWF8Ydx4/s72-c/crazy_cat_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-1222785340180323609</id><published>2008-10-12T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:44:15.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate/Pumpkin Brownies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am really into baking fall goodies right now. I found a recipe on &lt;a href="http://www.recipegirl.com/"&gt;http://www.recipegirl.com/&lt;/a&gt; and tried it out. They are called Chocolate/Pumpkin Brownies and they are FABULOUS! I love going on this website. There are all sorts of fall yummies and I think I have printed out about 6 recipes and am trying to bake one of them a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the recipe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPJQDRLr_UI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qI1U5pqtPZ8/s1600-h/denver+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256351732177042754" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="141" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPJQDRLr_UI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qI1U5pqtPZ8/s320/denver+043.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin Batter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tbs unsalted butter, softened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 oz cream cheese, softened ( I used fat free cream cheese and couldn't taste the difference)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup granulated sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 large egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup canned pumpkin puree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp pure vanilla extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp ground cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp ground ginger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tbs all-purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Batter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 1/2 oz semi-sweet chocolate, finely chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 3/4 unsalted butter, cut into 1-inch pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 large eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 cups granulated sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp pure vanilla extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/3 cups all-purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Lightly butter 13x9 inch baking dish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Prepare pumpkin batter: In a small bowl, using an electric mixer, beat butter with cream cheese until smooth.  Beat in sugar, scraping bowl occasionally.  Beat in egg, then add pumpkin puree, vanilla, cinnamon and ginger.  Stir in flour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Prepare chocolate batter: Combine semisweet chocolate and butter in a medium bowl.  Set bowl over saucepan with 1-inch of simmering water and stir occasionally until melted.  Remove from hear.  In a separate bowl, combine eggs with sugar, vanilla and salt.  Beat at low speed until light and fluffy, about 4 minutes.  Using a large rubber spatula, fold in melted chocolate.  Sift flour over the batter and fold it in just until combined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Spread chocolate batter evenly in prepared pan.  Using a tablespoon, drop dollops of the pumpkin batter all over the top.  Using the back of a butter knife, swirl the pumpkin batter slightly into the chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Bake for 30 -4- minutes (start checking on Brownies at 30 minutes to see if they're done)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully if you try these you will enjoy them. I loved them and so did the hubby.  I have more to try today.  I'm excited. &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/1959624738904696424-1222785340180323609?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/1222785340180323609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=1222785340180323609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1222785340180323609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1222785340180323609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/chocolatepumpkin-brownies.html' title='Chocolate/Pumpkin Brownies'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPJQDRLr_UI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qI1U5pqtPZ8/s72-c/denver+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-4749221026073544247</id><published>2008-10-11T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:11:29.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, she did it, I was a little nervous about Bette &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Midler&lt;/span&gt; last night, and her being able to captivate my husband in any way what so ever, and guess what...Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Midler&lt;/span&gt; did it...my husband walked out of the Caesar's Palace with a huge smile on his face and some new favorite songs (i.e. The Rose, Wind Beneath My Wing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great show, she still has a foul mouth and great legs and can sing like no tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad we went. Now we are saving up for Elton John. I love living here and being able to see these stars that we would otherwise never have the opportunity to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have an issue that of course involves my dog. I am getting frustrated because I am always trying to buy him new toys and bones and such, and he has this tendency to only play with his old rubber chicken (I bought him a new one that he wont touch) and an some rags left over from his pink french &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;poodle&lt;/span&gt; (we named her Tina). Its really pathetic and kind of gross. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPDoDuxog5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/x6-KSV9rnnw/s1600-h/denver+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255955915934827410" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="182" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPDoDuxog5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/x6-KSV9rnnw/s320/denver+040.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPDos7ml-uI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xOfYiVtxtRU/s1600-h/denver+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255956623752821474" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="162" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPDos7ml-uI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xOfYiVtxtRU/s320/denver+041.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know, it grosses me out, but they are his babies, so what can I say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I hope all have a good weekend. Chow.&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/1959624738904696424-4749221026073544247?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4749221026073544247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=4749221026073544247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4749221026073544247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4749221026073544247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-she-did-it-i-was-little-nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SPDoDuxog5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/x6-KSV9rnnw/s72-c/denver+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-1570085212976325507</id><published>2008-10-09T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:44:33.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUnning Troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been having some issues lately with my running. It seems that every time I get close to 40 miles a week, my body starts to sputter out on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been training for a 10k that I want to run in November. Its a pretty cool run. Its called the left overs race and they use all t-shirts, medals, and goodies that are left over from previous races. I thought that was kind of a cute idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I go through this issue all the time...I start hitting 40 miles a week and my legs get really sore, like right now I can barely walk up stairs without wanting to stop and rest. Its pretty embarrassing too since I have been a runner all my life and I can barely walk up stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told I need to eat more and take more vitamins, but nothing seems to really be working. Does this happen to anyone else out there, or have you ever heard of this happening? I just don't know what I need to do, and I don't want to cut back and then have to build back up again. Its really frustrating. So, if anyone has any advise, please let me know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also just remembered today that I HAVE BETTE MIDLER TICKETS FOR TOMORROW NIGHT!!!!! I'm really excited, my husband got me the tix for my birthday (even though I know he doesn't really want to go). It should be fun though, he did have a blast when we went to Kathy Griffin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SO6_pfieJOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/y8GamH6O8As/s1600-h/gwBette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255348534749570274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SO6_pfieJOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/y8GamH6O8As/s320/gwBette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being able to go to shows, no matter how cheesy and "Las Vegas" they are, is still the great thing about living here in Vegas.  I complain about living here a lot, but I do really enjoy it.  Where esle can I gorge myself on a different buffet every weekend, and gamble while Im grocery shopping.  Its pretty awesome.  Well, time to go watch The Office, YEA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-1570085212976325507?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/1570085212976325507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=1570085212976325507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1570085212976325507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1570085212976325507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/running-troubles.html' title='RUnning Troubles'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SO6_pfieJOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/y8GamH6O8As/s72-c/gwBette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-175796388507137748</id><published>2008-10-08T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:31:24.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Ever!</title><content type='html'>I feel like the worse blogger ever! Now that I have a job where I actually am expected to do work, I don't have much time to blog, or to even read my favorite blogs...Boooo! That makes me super sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New job is going well, it's pretty awesome.  Only issue...I now get up at 5am (I know, I know, I'm sure many of you already do this) and go run, then get ready and sit in a classroom all day (its not that bad).  Its tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pug does NOT like this routine, so he has been repeatedly going number 2 in the kitchen while I'm gone and my husband is sleeping...AWESOME!  I am ready to choke him...but then i look at his little face, and love him all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that I'm not too tired for this weekend.  First Fridays in the art district is going on and I am really looking forward to it...we will just have to see.  Anyway, got to go relax and prepare for another crazy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-175796388507137748?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/175796388507137748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=175796388507137748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/175796388507137748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/175796388507137748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/worst-ever.html' title='Worst Ever!'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-469045717801083946</id><published>2008-10-06T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:27:26.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Releaved</title><content type='html'>So, today went really well. There are about 40 other people training with me and they all seem to be really great. I think this is actually going to be a job that I enjoy. That has never happened to me before.  Thank you to all those who gave me words of encouragement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although everyone was really great, I am still keeping my eye on some of them.  When working for the government, there are always the crazies that sneak their way in. You know, the ones...the crazy single middle aged woman with 6 cats or the weirdo 40 year old man that hits on you (after you told the whole class you are married during the personal sharing hour).  I think a woman actually told me her whole life story today while we stood in line to get our personnel badges. It actually made me really uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafeteria food was okay. I had Lentil soup for the first time in my life (not bad) and I was able to hit up a pretty sweet salad bar.  So that's always good.  I also got to try out the new 24 hour fitness downtown, its pretty nice. So all in all it was a good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward to tomorrow.  I have 6 weeks of child welfare training, its going to be long, but I think it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. with all my new outfits, I think Im totally going to be the cutest...Yea, me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-469045717801083946?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/469045717801083946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=469045717801083946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/469045717801083946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/469045717801083946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-releaved.html' title='So Releaved'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-3592774384362247590</id><published>2008-10-05T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:36:42.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack! So Nervous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I had Friday off, so I decided to go shopping before my big day tomorrow at my new job.  I will be working for the City of Las Vagas in the Family Services Department.  I am really nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to H&amp;amp;M on Friday, I swear, it was like my frickin Birthday! Everything I tried on looked so awesome, I wanted it all. I decided to limit myself and just bought a few staple items.  I will be working for the state, so I have no idea what I am supposed to wear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;H&amp;amp;M is a bit far from my house, its pretty much on the Las Vegas Strip, so my Hubs came and met me for a movie.  We saw Eagle Eye.  I am not a fan of Shia Labeouf.  I use to watch him back in the day on Even Stevens, ya know, that Disney Channel show; it was when he had that fro.  He was really annoying, but his brother on the show was hot.  Anyway, the movie was actually okay.  I didn't expect much, but I was pleasantly surprised.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We ate a the Yard House.  Its this bar/restaurant that all of my husbands friends go to after work. I pretty much found out this weekend what an old lady I am.  My husband and I could barely hold a conversation because it was soooo loud.  The food was awesome, but I couldn't even hear my waitress.  (Yes, I am an old lady!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rest of my weekend was pretty Blah.  Yesterday the Hubs and I spent 5 hours watching the Top 100 Hip Hop songs.  I swear we were almost in a comma, we couldn't change the channel though, we had to see the number one song, which of course was Public Enemy's Fight the Power.  My husband totally called it I bet him it would be Rappers Delight.  That was number two.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was a pretty do nothing weekend.  Not only did we watch 5 straight hours of the Hip Hop Countdown, but we saw that Major Payne was on, and had to watch.  I totally remembered almost every line. That's pretty embarrassing...but secretly I love that movie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, now I'm just sitting around thinking about my first day of work, watching the Birdcage (another one of my favorites) and freaking out a little.  I hope everything goes well, I'm so nervous.  Ack!  anyway, wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-3592774384362247590?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/3592774384362247590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=3592774384362247590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3592774384362247590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3592774384362247590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/ack-so-nervous.html' title='Ack! So Nervous!'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-3330347088800078861</id><published>2008-10-02T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:55:43.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I start my job on Monday, and today is my last job, I have decided that with that extra day, I would like to buy some new work outfits. This is not something I usually do since the Hubs and I don't have money. But, since I will me making more money, I feel that a shopping spree is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be working for the state, so I don't need to get too fancy, just business casual. These are my favorite outfits so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOU9QRAC4qI/AAAAAAAAAO0/38NSA6c7_Vo/s1600-h/spit14_classics_anntaylordress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252671890048344738" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOU9QRAC4qI/AAAAAAAAAO0/38NSA6c7_Vo/s320/spit14_classics_anntaylordress.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is from Ann Taylor Loft. I do look good in brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOU-YefLpTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/53gDO-LhdAs/s1600-h/dknys2015112867_prod_category_thumbnail_v1_m56577569831275955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252673130619184434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOU-YefLpTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/53gDO-LhdAs/s320/dknys2015112867_prod_category_thumbnail_v1_m56577569831275955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOU_ybvuOnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FX6RK6o0rx8/s1600-h/dknys2011922864_prod_medium_v1_m56577569831187683__SX201_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252674676071479922" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="276" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOU_ybvuOnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FX6RK6o0rx8/s320/dknys2011922864_prod_medium_v1_m56577569831187683__SX201_.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(p.s. why does the girl on the right have the scariest look on her face?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really wish I could afford DKNY!!! "Why, god, why can't I!?!??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOVCOmmSVMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1veub_duNoc/s1600-h/br607772-00viv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252677359044285634" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="160" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOVCOmmSVMI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1veub_duNoc/s320/br607772-00viv01.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can totally see myself in this cute Banana Republic Outfit. Looove It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOVCtYowQ3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/-glKvGAibng/s1600-h/br606706-01p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252677887872484210" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOVCtYowQ3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/-glKvGAibng/s320/br606706-01p01v01.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also from Banana, Super cute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I will just end up at H&amp;amp;M, they have a pretty cut work section...one day I will make enough to buy awesome outfits...Ho, Hum! One day.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-3330347088800078861?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/3330347088800078861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=3330347088800078861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3330347088800078861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3330347088800078861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/since-i-start-my-job-on-monday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOU9QRAC4qI/AAAAAAAAAO0/38NSA6c7_Vo/s72-c/spit14_classics_anntaylordress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-7442967767116401281</id><published>2008-10-02T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:00:34.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day at work and I start my new job on Monday!!! Peace out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited I can't stand it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more moody and unstable boss, No more freezing office, and no more boring work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to use my Masters Degree, and I no longer have to pretty much be a secretary (not that there is anything wrong with that job).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nervous though, but I can not wait! Wish me Luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-7442967767116401281?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/7442967767116401281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=7442967767116401281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/7442967767116401281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/7442967767116401281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day.html' title='LAST DAY'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-6211297126907207789</id><published>2008-10-01T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:40:57.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOOcTBUZH0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/fFo6GzIFGrs/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp43243%253Enu%253D3237%253E%253B9%253B%253E485%253EWSNRCG%253D3233994754%253A98nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252213441029545794" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="197" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOOcTBUZH0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/fFo6GzIFGrs/s320/232323232%257Ffp43243%253Enu%253D3237%253E%253B9%253B%253E485%253EWSNRCG%253D3233994754%253A98nu0mrj.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's official, my pug has a girlfriend!!!! Her name is Gabby and she is a short, fat, fawn colored pug. She is old, so I think now a days that puts Gabby in the category of a Cougar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter looooooves Gabby and in the mornings Gabby and her mom sit on their porch and read. Walter always knows when we are close and runs as fast as he can (while snorting loudly) and meets her at her porch gate. My dog does a lot of face punching and licking so I know he is really in to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime Perry of course wants nothing to do with this situation, he meanders around, sniffing pushes and eating cat poop. His allegiances are with his mom (me) and he loves me too much to care about another woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOOdWqdUb8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/IYGKtkT_Agk/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp4324%253A%253Enu%253D3237%253E%253B9%253B%253E485%253EWSNRCG%253D3233994754%253A97nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252214603124076482" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOOdWqdUb8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/IYGKtkT_Agk/s320/232323232%257Ffp4324%253A%253Enu%253D3237%253E%253B9%253B%253E485%253EWSNRCG%253D3233994754%253A97nu0mrj.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sad, isn't it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel bad though. I am a bit cranky and gross looking in the mornings. Lately, I have been waking up really sore (from my runs) in the mornings and have been feeling extra hatred for all who roam the earth...soooooo, I've kind of been avoiding Gabby and her mom. Walter pulls me towards her apartment in the mornings and I pull him the other way. I feel really bad, but the thought of idle chatter with this (perfectly lovely) woman in the mornings makes me cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make me a bad dog owner. Am I being selfish? I have to confess, this is not the first time I have ruined my dogs love life. In Colorado Walter was in love with a pug name Grace. I of course have no tolerance for other dog owners (They all seem a bit off to me) so I again would begin avoiding all areas where I might run into Grace and her mom. I know, I know, I sound horrible, but I just feel so awkward trying to find something in common with these people. I don't want to become friends just cause our dogs are in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this problem with the gym, which is a whole other issue. I don't like making friends at the gym. I'm there to run, do weights and go home, I don't feel the need to chit chat with the other regulars. (wow, I'm beginning to sound like a Seinfeld episode.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually beginning to scare myself. After reading through this, I am realizing that I'm an old cranky woman. Kind of like the character Shirley Maclaine (one of my favorite actresses) played in Steel Magnolias, the cranky Ouiser Bourdeaux. If you haven't seen this movie, I suggest you do, its really funny (and sad). Shirley Maclaines charter says a lot of things like "You are a pig from hell," "Eat shit and die," and "take your Bible and shove it where the sun doesn't shine." I enjoy old ladies like this. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I became one. People would certainly leave me alone then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am actually feeling a little guilty now, so maybe tomorrow morning I will take Walter to see his Lady. I would hate to be the one who always ruins his relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-6211297126907207789?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/6211297126907207789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=6211297126907207789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6211297126907207789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6211297126907207789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-so-puppy-love.html' title='Not so Puppy Love'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOOcTBUZH0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/fFo6GzIFGrs/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp43243%253Enu%253D3237%253E%253B9%253B%253E485%253EWSNRCG%253D3233994754%253A98nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-2495225741771842596</id><published>2008-09-30T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:54:50.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a Complaint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, so I almost karate kicked someone in the head today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me back it up and tell you why....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I HATE living in an apartment.  They are a rip off, and they make me depressed.  First of all, as the months have gone by I have noticed these stains coming out of my carpet.  I don't know what they are or where they are coming from, but they are these mysterious big black stains...It literally makes me want to kill myself.  I am a person that has recently (in the last few years) become sort of a clean freak...so these stains are killing me, no matter what I do, they will not go away.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day I opened my refrigerator, and the bar keeping the condiments safe on the side door shelf just broke and all the condiments fell out (and of course broke) all over the kitchen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My husband went to get a towel off the towel rack in the bathroom and the whole rack broke from the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The guest bathroom sink leaks from time to time with no warning and water floods the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And to top it all off.....The kitchen sink disposal broke and the sink will not drain.  We cant even use the dishwasher!!!! I have plates piled up everywhere and I am about to have a heart attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And what do the awesome apartment managers say to us..."we had a lot of issues come up this weekend and can't get to yours now, you will have to wait."  I want to punch someone in the eye I am so annoyed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The worse part is, this is a nice apartment building that is costing us an arm and a leg. These things should not be happening.  Why is it that these places can pretend to put nice products in their buildings and then the second you move in (after you were dazzled with the stainless steal refrigerator) everything goes to hell in a hand basket.  I mean really, its pretty ridiculous.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-2495225741771842596?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/2495225741771842596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=2495225741771842596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2495225741771842596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2495225741771842596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-complaint.html' title='I have a Complaint'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-6248883947877925321</id><published>2008-09-29T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:08:21.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry, but I am getting a little sick (well, actually jealous) of all you out there that are talking about how great fall is and how you love to see the leaves turn beautiful colors, blah, blah, blah!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For all of you out there (Southern California, Nevada, and my birthplace Arizona) you understand what I'm saying when I say, it's not fair that we don't get to partake in the wonders of seasons....I mean, trust me, I fake it as much as I can...I bake pies, drink apple cider, and adorn as many scarves as I can (paired with t-shirts and tank tops, but I still wear them), but we go from Hot ass weather to (in my opinion) freezing weather without any preparation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am certainly not jealous of those who live in the East or Midwest. If I had to live there I would not be able to handle the snow. I lived in Colorado for 6 months and almost lost my mind because of the snow. My dogs wouldn't go to the bathroom cause they were freezing so there were a lot of accidents in the house, Denver didn't think it was necessary to plow the streets (thanks to them I almost died 5 times), and I am a desert rat, so I just didn't have the tolerance for the freezing cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Growing up in Arizona, this was our fall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOFAZzFO73I/AAAAAAAAAMc/XB4twFH4uBg/s1600-h/56191722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251549452443774834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOFAZzFO73I/AAAAAAAAAMc/XB4twFH4uBg/s320/56191722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is what it looks like all year round, beautiful, but can get a bit boring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I shouldn't complain, but I'm getting sick of summer fashion and all the stores are out with fall, but I sadly can't wear any of it yet.  Ho hum!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOFA9JN58jI/AAAAAAAAAMk/K16G72Zwo9Q/s1600-h/772272732.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-6248883947877925321?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/6248883947877925321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=6248883947877925321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6248883947877925321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6248883947877925321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-blues.html' title='Fall Blues'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SOFAZzFO73I/AAAAAAAAAMc/XB4twFH4uBg/s72-c/56191722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-1682237312698331557</id><published>2008-09-29T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:53:12.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Book, New Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, this weekend was pretty uneventful. I did a little shopping and a little baking. My husband and I went to an Excellent movie Saturday night. It was Miracle at St. Anna...Here is the description from Fandango...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The story of four black American soldiers who are members of the US Army as part of the all-black 92nd “Buffalo Soldier” Division stationed in Tuscany, Italy during World War II. They experience the tragedy and triumph of the war as they find themselves trapped behind enemy lines and separated from their unit after one of them risks his life to save an Italian boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, this was such a good movie...I definitely recommend it...I don't watch movies that have potential of making me cry, well, this one snuck by me and I cried like a friggin baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I found a new book at B&amp;amp;N this weekend and it's a pretty good one. For all you runners out there, you know how it's hard sometimes to balance good nutrition and good workouts. Well, I am reading Fast Track: Training and Nutrition Secrets from America's Top Female Runner, by Suzy Favor Hamilton and Jose Antonio, PH.D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This book explains all the mistakes Suzy (who is a middle distance runner) has made in her career with her training and nutrition and everything she did to correct her eating and running habits and make her a better, stronger runner. This book hit on everything I am doing wrong right now. She explains that not eating enough and not eating the right foods can really making it harder to train and run on a day to day basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am halfway through the book right now, and I love it. It has really opened my eyes to why I have hit my running wall. I really recommend it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&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/1959624738904696424-1682237312698331557?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/1682237312698331557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=1682237312698331557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1682237312698331557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1682237312698331557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-book-new-attitude.html' title='New Book, New Attitude'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-6971903175322765276</id><published>2008-09-26T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:04:15.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got a new J-O-B!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so excited and these are the reasons why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) I have my masters degree and have never been able to use it. I thought I had wasted to many years and money on this degree...but turns out my masters degree wont be a waste...!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) I have applied for this job 3 times in 3 different states...Patience is a virtue I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) I work for a boss who is mentally unstable. She may be borderline psychotic and its a good thing I'm leaving because I may have killed myself if I had to stay here any longer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, I almost pooped my pants trying to figure out how to tell this woman I was leaving without her killing me. I could only give her a weeks notice due to the new job not giving me much time. I finally told her and braced myself for the freak out, but instead she was really happy for me and gave me a hug...I swear, mentally unstable people ALWAYS do the opposite of what you expect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After telling her though, I realized she was a little too happy and that pissed me off. I would have rather she ranted and raved and groveled at my feet in order to convince me to stay...hmmm, interesting...I think I need to keep an eye on her for the next week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, well, I got the job I wanted. Now I have to go take a pee test...Fun, Fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. The Office started again last night...That makes me happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-6971903175322765276?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/6971903175322765276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=6971903175322765276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6971903175322765276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6971903175322765276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweeet.html' title='Sweeet!'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-3346697561886248732</id><published>2008-09-25T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:43:33.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Shinanigans</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my birthday. Every year I get extremely depressed and cranky on the B-day and I have no idea why. It's like this once a year sickness I have and it lasts one day and involves me getting really old. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor husband tries so hard every year to get me out of the funk, and I fight him the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night however, I broke, and finally had a good birthday, one that I allowed myself to just sit back and enjoy, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what came over me, but I have to say, it felt good to not pout on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from work my husband gave me my presents, I got a charm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt; from Tiffany's and my first charm, its a cupcake because I love to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249981998696631282" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNuuz-2CC_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/_X56RxyZE-g/s320/Picture.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also got me Bette &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Midler&lt;/span&gt; Tickets!!!!! I know this makes me seem extremely old and a bit off, but she plays at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caesar's&lt;/span&gt; Palace, and really she is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;legend&lt;/span&gt;, and we might as well go see her...Besides the fact that I think she is FABULOUS!!! I mean come on, Beaches alone was one of the best movies ever, and I hate sappy, sad movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249983501972789138" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="221" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNuwLe-_15I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tiVA7H2n9Aw/s320/51eIeRtWmLL__SS500_.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hubby then took me to The Paris Casino to a French Restaurant called Mon Ami Gabi. Its really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; good, and all fancy and stuff...I had an awesome steak and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;frites&lt;/span&gt; and we had the Banana Fosters for dessert. We had a table that looked out over the strip at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ballagio&lt;/span&gt; and every 15 minutes we got to see their water show. It was quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;romantical&lt;/span&gt;, even though I am the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;romanitical&lt;/span&gt; person ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNuyHbxVMXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WxxR9MGZ3nk/s1600-h/183721289_5f37d1d529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249985631413940594" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNuyHbxVMXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WxxR9MGZ3nk/s320/183721289_5f37d1d529.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNuyXkxWDPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UgG2ToJNXrA/s1600-h/31039727_d4f303844d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249985908707822834" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNuyXkxWDPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UgG2ToJNXrA/s320/31039727_d4f303844d.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNuyjIqpAUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZSwhjpcBcu4/s1600-h/444802086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249986107321942338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNuyjIqpAUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZSwhjpcBcu4/s320/444802086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in All it was a great night, and I would like to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kudos&lt;/span&gt; to the Hubby for making it special (and it smart of him to get me nice a liquored up). But I also want all to know that I did not turn 28 last night, I am now counting backwards, so I am 26. Thank you very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-3346697561886248732?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/3346697561886248732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=3346697561886248732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3346697561886248732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3346697561886248732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-shinanigans.html' title='Birthday Shinanigans'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNuuz-2CC_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/_X56RxyZE-g/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-4725575845281469454</id><published>2008-09-24T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:25:52.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripped From the Headlines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNpajHfIizI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wm503VQieMw/s1600-h/clayaikenpeoplemagazine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249607875005287218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNpajHfIizI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wm503VQieMw/s320/clayaikenpeoplemagazine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNpacpFNQeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/nWkRn2ghXYQ/s1600-h/clayaikenpeoplemagazine.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh thank GOD! Clay finally came out. I can finally rest! His denial has gotten me so worked up over the years...I'm sure Kathy Griffin is writing her material right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would also like to thank People Magazine for being the first to report on the complexities of Clay Gaykens life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-4725575845281469454?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/4725575845281469454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=4725575845281469454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4725575845281469454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/4725575845281469454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/ripped-from-headlines.html' title='Ripped From the Headlines...'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNpajHfIizI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wm503VQieMw/s72-c/clayaikenpeoplemagazine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-2856501874155980884</id><published>2008-09-23T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:07:49.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold and Miserable</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even know why I bother getting ready for work in the morning.  You see, I take my time, shower, find something cute to wear, throw on some accessories and make sure I look good for the office (for all 4 of the people I work with).  I could very well just throw on some flannel PJ's and be super comfy and warm for the day, but no, it never fails that I feel some sort of need (maybe because I'm female) to look good in all situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as you will soon find out, I waste a cute outfit everyday on my god awful work place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now picture this...I am sitting at my desk with a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;woolly&lt;/span&gt;, dark grey sweater on, I have a dark red flannel throw blanket wrapped around my legs and I am sitting on a heating pad that is turned on high...this is my miserable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; every day that I am in this dungeon of an office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so cold in here, that on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; I have not been able to type because my fingers are so frozen (although I always make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exceptions&lt;/span&gt; for Blogging).  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; eat lunch outside in the hot Vegas sun in order to thaw out from my morning freeze.  This is getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;.  I have complained a million times, but apparently the other offices we share our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thermostat&lt;/span&gt; with is located in the hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Amazon&lt;/span&gt; jungle and in order to function they need their air down to 65 degrees.  Well, THE WAR HAS STARTED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come in to work I march myself down the hall and turn up the air, but it never fails that they turn it down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; after.  I feel the need to one of these days round house kick someone in the head! I'm Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, P.S. personal goal set yesterday for me...I ran 8.40 miles!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Supa&lt;/span&gt; Star!  I of course however can barely move today, but it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and P.P.S. I turn 28 tomorrow, this makes me want to cry, I don;t like talking about it, in fact, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even tell anyone at work...I can't take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cheesy&lt;/span&gt; cake and the singing...it makes me want to stab myself with a pencil...I always think of the movie Office Space and how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; everyone looks with the cakes and the singing...UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget, my favorite show is back in full force...The Big Bang Theory...The season &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;premiere&lt;/span&gt; was last night, and once again, they delivered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;brilliantly&lt;/span&gt;!  BRAVO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-2856501874155980884?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/2856501874155980884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=2856501874155980884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2856501874155980884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2856501874155980884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/cold-and-miserable.html' title='Cold and Miserable'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-6371786507687374174</id><published>2008-09-22T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:24:46.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so I might punch my boss in the mouth today! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; totally annoyed and need to vent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I am a runner and I am in training right now. My goal in life is to run a marathon. Granted that means that Yes, I eat pretty healthy and I have a weird eating schedule (like every two hours). This however, does not mean that I'm anorexic, or have some sort of eating disorder because I choose to bring my lunch to work instead of stuffing my face everyday at lunch with chips and salsa at the local Mexican Joint. (I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as well, so if I did do this it would rip through me like the scene from Dumb and Dumber...and you know what scene I'm talking about). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, my boss this morning thinks its a good idea to bring in fatty pastries from Starbucks. i already have made myself my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;protein&lt;/span&gt; drink and am about to enjoy my fruit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;protein&lt;/span&gt;, oatmeal concoction (which I happen to actually find yummy). So my slightly dumb boss says to me this morning, "I know you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; eat, but on the off chance that you feel like it today, I have brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scones&lt;/span&gt;." I then politely said (with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;smoothie&lt;/span&gt; in hand), "I eat." This woman then had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;audacity&lt;/span&gt; to bluntly say, "No, YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;!" Wow, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know about anyone else, but if I were overweight, there is no way in gods name she would ever comment on my eating. This woman has made me so uncomfortable to eat around that I stopped going to Friday lunches with everyone cause she makes comments to me like this on a weekly basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate to say this, and I know anyone who reads this might hate me, but skinny people have eating issues as well and are offended when others make comments, or point out constantly what they are and are not eating! And, P.S., Yeah, I might be skinny, but who wants the body of a boy. Seriously, I have no boobs, I have none of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;voluminous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;voom&lt;/span&gt; that is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;desire able&lt;/span&gt; to others.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I happen to actually go home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt; and eat pretzels and chocolate till my face falls off. I am a runner, I have a fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;metabolism&lt;/span&gt;! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; to my boss who can barely have a conversation with me without pointing out the fact that since I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go to Chili's or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Applebees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with everyone every day then I must have an eating disorder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;UGH! its actually so frustrating to me...Seriously, are you that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; that you can't stand to see others have control on their lives, is that it? I can say no to Mexican food cause I know I will regret it later. She crabs about her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; (and she is not overweight in the slightest) and can't say no to Mexican Food Mondays, and some how that becomes my fault?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd better stop before I get myself all worked up....just remember the next time you are about to tell someone that you hate them because they are thin...Remember, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;skinny&lt;/span&gt; girls are self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-6371786507687374174?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/6371786507687374174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=6371786507687374174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6371786507687374174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6371786507687374174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-so-i-might-punch-my-boss-in-mouth.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-2946415683590055728</id><published>2008-09-22T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:51:08.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday night, my husband and I decided to check out the Las Vegas Greek Food Festival. Wow, am I ever glad we went! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I had no idea what a large Greek community Las Vegas had, and I am so glad I was able to find out. Ever since my in-laws took me to a Greek restaurant in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, I have been hooked. It is now my favorite cuisine and my husband and I have spent many weekends trying out all the Greek restaurants we could find. I have even learned to make a pretty mean Baklava. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to the Festival proved to be a really good idea. It was only $5 each to get in and although you had to pay for your food, it was not a bad price.  They had live entertainment and local artisans selling their goods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Hubby and I started out with the Gyro tent and then got ourselves some Greek wine. They didn't have any &lt;a href="http://www.e-mporio.com/wines/attica/ww_retsina_georga.htm"&gt;RETSINA &lt;/a&gt;and we decided to pass on the Ouzo. Retsina is a really good wine if you enjoy a pine bark after taste and a very dry wine. This wine has been made for over 2000 years. Before the invention of impermeable glass &lt;a title="Bottle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bottle"&gt;bottles&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Oxygen" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oxygen"&gt;oxygen&lt;/a&gt; caused many wines to spoil within the year. Pine resin helped keep air out, while at the same time infusing the wine with resin aroma. Ouzo is a very strong Liquor that tastes strongly of liquorice. This is a favorite of my in-laws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back on subject, while drinking our wine, we got a kick out of people watching. I dont know if any of you out there have ever peopled watched at a greek gathering, but it is so great. Just the combination of big personalities and big families is enough to fascinate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desert was a puffed pastry (pretty much the same taste as Indian fry bread) soaked in honey. It was pretty out of control and I have been craving it all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a pic of my gyro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248929656782189602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNfxtnuD9CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jLACgwtVfsI/s320/232323232%257Ffp43252%253Enu%253D3237%253E%253B9%253B%253E485%253EWSNRCG%253D323398%253B5%253B385%253Anu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday we were on a Festival High and decided to check out the Hot Air Balloon Festival (the Balloon-a-palooza) WHAT A BUST! First of all, when I got to a balloon festival, I want to see Balloons! I got none of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The festival was more of a small carnival with a circus and rides, really. I do have to say that I ate a Corn Dog...which I hated as a child but now find them irresistible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and we got a funnel cake with hot fudge and whipped cream on top...I almost passed into a sugar coma after that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a really sad cover band. They attempted some DMB but sadly were pretty awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoyed the funeral wagon that greeted us as we walked in...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248932200966694162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNf0Bti6pRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IHnQ1IP0ygE/s320/232323232%257Ffp4324%253B%253Enu%253D3237%253E%253B9%253B%253E485%253EWSNRCG%253D323398%253B5%253B385%253Cnu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is always a nice welcome...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We pretty much posed for a picture, stuffed our faces and left. It was a bummer. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNf0mNWLEUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8zK5JlKIjDk/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp43249%253Enu%253D3237%253E%253B9%253B%253E485%253EWSNRCG%253D323398%253B5%253B3463nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248932827978469698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNf0mNWLEUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8zK5JlKIjDk/s320/232323232%257Ffp43249%253Enu%253D3237%253E%253B9%253B%253E485%253EWSNRCG%253D323398%253B5%253B3463nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, all in all, I would recommend the Greek Food Festival for next year, and make sure there are balloons around if you drive out to N. Las Vegas for a "Balloon Festival."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a good Monday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-2946415683590055728?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/2946415683590055728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=2946415683590055728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2946415683590055728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2946415683590055728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-festivities.html' title='Weekend Festivities'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNfxtnuD9CI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jLACgwtVfsI/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp43252%253Enu%253D3237%253E%253B9%253B%253E485%253EWSNRCG%253D323398%253B5%253B385%253Anu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-1363013344118702945</id><published>2008-09-19T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:00:29.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This will make me happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now I am fretting over how much I hate my job. I have my Masters Degree, but yet I am just a glorified Secretary. So, looking back at pictures online, I came across my honeymoon and I found something that would make me feel so much better right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247869750339995090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNQtu8iIhdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ChkTtgbpGQQ/s320/232323232%257Ffp68%253Dot%253E2323%253D8%253A4%253D%253B3%253C%253D32328%253A4%253A4%253B964nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My Husband and I ate this while in Monte Carlo. I want to stuff my face off right now with this yummy goodness! I would gladly run 7 extra miles today if I could eat this right now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY FRIDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-1363013344118702945?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/1363013344118702945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=1363013344118702945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1363013344118702945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1363013344118702945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-will-make-me-happy.html' title='This will make me happy!'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNQtu8iIhdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ChkTtgbpGQQ/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp68%253Dot%253E2323%253D8%253A4%253D%253B3%253C%253D32328%253A4%253A4%253B964nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-3007168974644040903</id><published>2008-09-18T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:17:15.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Obsessions for this Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I tend to have a new obsession for something about every week. Its pretty sad, but at the same time it keeps me busy...which is more than I can say for my job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNLdK82qz3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/qFSu628M-GM/s1600-h/13702232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247499696043904882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="212" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNLdK82qz3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/qFSu628M-GM/s320/13702232.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this week I have been reading &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , by Christopher Moore...Wickedly funny book. If you haven't heard of or read any of Christopher Moore's books, they are great...He has a dark sense of humor, and a knack for making zombies, vampires, and death seem quite funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm still obsessed with running, like I have been for about 2 years now, so sadly that has not changed in any way. I did however hurt myself about 5 months ago, and was barely able to walk up stairs...I now am excited to say, I am up to 36 miles a week...not bad, huh? I would also like to add that if it weren't for those treadmill machines with the little t.v.'s on them, i don't know how long I would have lasted. There is nothing like watching Ina Gartner and Paula Dean for an hour on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.foodnetwork.com"&gt;Food Network &lt;/a&gt;to motivate more miles out of me so I can go home and eat my face off after seeing the ridiculous food they make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been obsessing all week about pie season...I feel I can only make pies in the fall and winter and I have been saving up yummy recipes in order to dive right in...this week I have been scouring the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.tasteofhome.com"&gt;Taste of Home &lt;/a&gt;website and have about 20 recipes right now...MOVE OVER PAULA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247498785628129762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" height="298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNLcV9SoieI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jsGBuC_w3uI/s320/DEDA.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A new crush has emerged onto my celeb crush list this week and that would be Dita Von Teese...She is so great...Her hair, her makeup, her costumes...all if it is so awesome...I love it... I swear, if I had any boobs at all, I would wear a corset everyday. (sadly, I am not able to actually fill one out) I've heard she has a new book coming out, that's exciting for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.nbc.com/The_Biggest_Loser"&gt;Biggest Loser&lt;/a&gt; is on again. This time it's couples with family. So Bob's team consists of married couples and Jillian has the parent/kids couples. Of course, like every season, my favorite couple is voted out first...This week it was a married couple, Adam and Stacey...Boooo! I will get over it...I can't wait for the drama to unfold...Side note: two seasons ago, a sorority sister of mine was on the show. She hated me cause I dated the boy she liked...my bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I have been able to distract myself from my awful job with these fun hobbies of the week. Tomorrow night the Husband and I have the Greek Food Festival to go to (Sweeeet!) and we also might hit up the hot air balloon festival. So, all in all, good week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, good week except for my ridiculous pug waking me up 35 min before my alarm went off because he was throwing up on my bed. Seriously, you couldn't wait 35 more min to ruin my morning...awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNLhDr6KVXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yd3x0uf9oxw/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp4323%253B%253Enu%253D3237%253E%253B9%253B%253E485%253EWSNRCG%253D323348764%253B%253B6%253Bnu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247503969282577778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="188" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNLhDr6KVXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yd3x0uf9oxw/s320/232323232%257Ffp4323%253B%253Enu%253D3237%253E%253B9%253B%253E485%253EWSNRCG%253D323348764%253B%253B6%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hopefully this week will continue to be a good one and I'm sure by next week I will have some more obsessions to keep me preoccupied. &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/1959624738904696424-3007168974644040903?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/3007168974644040903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=3007168974644040903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3007168974644040903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/3007168974644040903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-obsessions-for-this-week.html' title='My Obsessions for this Week'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNLdK82qz3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/qFSu628M-GM/s72-c/13702232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-2925618919477483796</id><published>2008-09-17T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:37:29.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, quick question...Whose closest friends plan a trip with you to their old college homecoming weekend, and in the process invite your ex-boyfriend to stay in the same hotel? Yeah, apparently mine do...Um, hi guys, I don't think my HUSBAND would enjoy that too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the above paragraph in my head over and over has gotten me to one conclusion...My closest friends would rather hang out with my ex-boyfriend than me! OMG! That is so utterly depressing I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I get the fact that I'm an old married lady and they are still single and having a good drunkin time every weekend. But jeeze you guys, throw me an frickin bone here. I can still be fun, I can still hang for an all night drunk fest at my former college...Can't I? That's when I realized that No, I can't hang anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take you now back to the weekend my awesome friends came to visit my husband and I in Vegas...First off, I was actually a little hesitant to have them come visit for the mere fact that "How in gods name was I going to be able to get my grocery shopping done for the upcoming week?" Yes, sadly enough I have a set schedule for my weekends because, A) I'm a bit OCD and B) I just really have nothing else going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends come in and right away they are so fired up to party their arses off that I become really nervous. It has been about a year since I really partied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole weekend consisted of us going to dinner and partying at Planet Hollywood (where they stayed) all night, except I did not indulge in the all night partying the way they did. I actually started the nights anxiously planning out what time I would be going home so I could take the dogs out before bed. How sad am I. I've gotten to the point where I can't even let loose because I feel I have responsibilities that can not be neglected for even one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and remember, my husband works grave yard shifts, so its not like I have anyone waiting impatiently for me to get home...in fact, much to my surprise, my husband issupportive of me going out with friends...so why can't I get myself to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my friends are in town, they are staying out till 5am and I am going home (pretty much sober) at 1am. Super lame, huh? While I watch them get drunk and dance and have a good time, I am planning my excuse for having to get home...So, really, its no wonder that they would rather hang out with my not afraid to have a good time ex, instead of me...I really don't bring much to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess instead of being uber P-Oed that my friends chose to invite my ex, knowing full well that I would be too uncomfortable to join them, I should really sit back and reevaluate why my friends would rather this take this route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NO LONGER FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from partying four nights a week, to planning out my weekly grocery trips. Is this what being a grown up is? Have I embraced it too fully?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, sitting at my desk at my boring job (yes, I am blogging while I should be working) I am realizing that I need to get out and live...my husband and I live in Las Vegas for crying out loud. Granted we have no money, but I'm sure we could be finding something more exciting to do than dinner and a movie on the weekends. I need to make friends... I have one, I know her from high school and college, and even she only wants to hang out with me if we are going hiking cause she knows that's all I will do with her. PATHETIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I are awesome people...what happened...we met in New Orleans, and the first night we hung out together we drank from 4pm to 4am...straight. He proposed to me at a Mardi Gras Parade after we had been drinking since 7am. We were wild and crazy kids (Steve Martin quote)...So, again I ask, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adulthood hit me too fast and too hard. I have my masters degree, but am working at a dead end job...I want desperately to go to baking school, but don't have the money...I want to have fun but don't have the motivation...I'm a sad, sad, excuse for a 27 year old right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I am going to turn over a new leaf, be more adventurous, take chances and get out of my rut. Well, I will start with some baby steps, how about that? Ha, actually, I love being married and just hanging with my hubby. Maybe this is actually what I want right now, and being boring isnt so bad after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-2925618919477483796?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/2925618919477483796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=2925618919477483796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2925618919477483796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/2925618919477483796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-quick-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-6138963104768313648</id><published>2008-09-16T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:20:24.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Control....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNAAn0J6VrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mPQtfQZKGa8/s1600-h/doggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246694249901741746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNAAn0J6VrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mPQtfQZKGa8/s320/doggles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dogs, Double O-C (out of control)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I've got these two dogs...wicked cute if I do say so myself. They are like the Odd Couple. One is sloppy and a bit gross, one is neurotic and a bit of a neat freak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walter and Perry, those are the names of my two children. Many probably haven't seen the cartoon HOME MOVIES. It used to play on Cartoon Network. Anywho, there are these two really annoying friends on the show who are never apart from each other and their names are Walter and Perry...and yes, my husband and I did name our dogs after a cartoon. Please do not judge us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you see in the picture above, these two are Besties forever, although they couldn't be more different from each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our black pug Walter has a few issues. First off, for the first year and a half of his life, he pretended that my husband and I didn't exist. He would have nothing to do with us unless Perry our puggle was there. His second issue, is that he will only play with his rubber chicken and plastic hangers. "Why would I give my dog a plastic hanger to chew on?" you might ask, well simple, if that keeps him busy for five minutes or more, then he can have whatever he wants. (I think that may show what a bad parent I will become some day.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband works graveyard shifts, so in order to keep my dog with me on the bed at night, I give him a hanger, that way he doesn't jump off the bed in the middle of the night and do what I believe to be his third issue...and that is to poop in the house and then have himself a little feast. Yes, you heard me correctly, my dog eats poop. My dog, (although he may look cute) is probably to most disgusting creature on the face of the planet. If there were a poop eaters anonymous club I would be the first to sign him up. Its really embarrassing when I take him on walks and I am acting like a crazy lady by screaming at him to stop eating feces off the ground. I get many stares and looks from the other dogs owners. (Like their hideous animals are so superior to mine.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246703202519646674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNAIw7QWgdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MYp1OznXLks/s320/doggles2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tried to get my dogs trained. We took them to a class while living in New Orleans. My awesome pug failed that class because he stole from the other kids, and, as we were told, is a bit wall eyed so he could not see the tasty treats we shoved in from of his face to get him to sit. Needless to say, we were also unable to get him to focus for the potty training session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my husband and I got our dogs, Walter's breeder told us that Pugs don't bark. Well, of course come to find out, my pug does. My husband and I have to change the channel on the TV every time another dog, horse, cat or cow comes on the screen. He does however seem to be fine with most monkeys. The reaction we get from Walter is a howl/bark/growl/cry. Its our faults mostly, we did egg him on when we first discovered his new trick, it was cute when he was a baby, but now we want to ring his neck. I'm telling ya, if he didn't have the cutest face in the world, i may have left him in New Orleans to fend for himself. But alas, I love him as if he had come from my own womb (is that a weird thing to say?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While all of this drama happens for us on a daily basis, my sweet little Perry just sits quietly loving his mom (that's me). He at all times needs to be around me and near me...he sleeps on my head at night and curls up on my lap anytime I am seated. It actually creeps my husband out (I say he is jealous). My husband has given Perry the nickname of Brian (after the Family Guy cartoon dog). We are afraid Perry might be in love with me, and at times we are convinced he may be plotting against my husband in order to be the only man in my life. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNAHRPvdjOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i3ai1OjHnfw/s1600-h/doggle+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246701558751399138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNAHRPvdjOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/i3ai1OjHnfw/s320/doggle+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all honesty, I love having dogs, these two in particular.  My husband and I drove from New Orleans, to Missouri, to Washington, Iowa and back to New Orleans in 36 hours.  It was quite ridiculous at the time, but I don't regret the trip.  As insane as these two are, they are still my babies.  &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/1959624738904696424-6138963104768313648?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/6138963104768313648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=6138963104768313648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6138963104768313648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6138963104768313648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/out-of-control.html' title='Out of Control....'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNAAn0J6VrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mPQtfQZKGa8/s72-c/doggles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-1476519896157684237</id><published>2008-09-12T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:49:52.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SM6gCzBCATI/AAAAAAAAADM/jbtRu8LhS58/s1600-h/glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246306585847922994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SM6gCzBCATI/AAAAAAAAADM/jbtRu8LhS58/s320/glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While visiting Las Vegas, not many ever think of the city beyond the Las Vegas strip. Not many out of towners know that if you venture north of the Vegas Strip you will find Fremont Street, a street that houses some of the older casinos in Las Vegas. The New Frontier, The Plaza, The Golden Nugget, Glitter Gultch and The Fitzgerald to name a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fremont street has been built into The "Fremont Experience." They have built a ceiling overhead the casinos and in the evenings they have a light shows and live entertainment...The light show is quite the spectacle for those who are easily distracted by flashing lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fremont Street is history with a pinch of Carny folk flavor thrown in the mix. I often tell my husband that one of these night I want to go down to Fremont sporting a wifebeater tank top and a beer koozie to blend in with everyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The many Kiosks fascinate me. In one corner you have the t-shirt spray painting booth, and in another corner you can get your picture taken with a Chip-n-dale. I actually saw a middle age woman one day getting her picture taken with a chip-n-dale, minus her four top teeth. Im sure at one point this woman pinched the "stud-muffin's" buttocks (I just got the feeling she was into that). This is also probably not the job that poor boy had in mind when (as I imagine) he left his small town home in Nebraska to make it big in Las Vegas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, before I forget, they even have the deal where someone rides a motorcycle around in a circular cage. Such a death defying act...total sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd have to say one of my favorite establishments on Fremont is Mermaid's Casino. When first walking in, there had been an illusion that Mermaid's was a pretty big casino. But then to my surprise, i realized that in actuality they had just lined the place with mirrors to make it seem big. It is really a very small room jam packed with slot machines...it may even be enough to give someone with claustrophobia a heart attack. (they might want to look into that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, My husband and I went to Mermaid's Casino for one reason and one reason only, the Fried Oreos and Fried Twinkies! ...this classy establishment has a Nathan's hot dog stand in the heart of the casino that serves up the tastiest fried treats you could ever imagine. Let me just tell you, if you have never had fried oreos or fried twinkies, you MUST! I was a bit scared at first, but, as my husband states, "Any food can be even more delicious when fried". He was absolutely correct. A casino can not get any classier or better than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of those who live by the cliche, "What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas," there are still some very nice strip clubs for you to enjoy...The Glitter Gultch being one of the most popular on Fremont. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SM6acjBxWPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/epYhxq8f4GA/s1600-h/topless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246300431162890482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SM6acjBxWPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/epYhxq8f4GA/s320/topless.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have to admit to my surprise, some of the Casino's on Fremont are actually pretty nice, The Golden Nugget surprised me a great deal with the fact that it was actually really pretty on the inside, and had what seemed like an awesome pool. There is also a Jilians, movie theater and some pretty good bar/restaurants there as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, according to Wikipedia, there is some interesting film and media history connected to Fremont Street: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 1971 &lt;a title="James Bond (film series)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Bond_(film_series)"&gt;James Bond film&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Diamonds Are Forever (film)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diamonds_Are_Forever_(film)"&gt;Diamonds Are Forever&lt;/a&gt; featured a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Chase scene" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chase_scene"&gt;chase scene&lt;/a&gt; in which &lt;a title="James Bond" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Bond"&gt;James Bond&lt;/a&gt;, running from Las Vegas police, side-rolls a car through an &lt;a title="Alley" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alley"&gt;alley&lt;/a&gt; exiting onto Fremont Street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1987 music video for the song &lt;a title="I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Still_Haven%27t_Found_What_I%27m_Looking_For"&gt;I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a title="U2" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U2"&gt;U2&lt;/a&gt; was filmed on Fremont Street and featured the band members wandering around, while &lt;a title="The Edge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Edge"&gt;The Edge&lt;/a&gt; played an acoustic guitar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1989 Very Bad Things featured Fremont Street in the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1992's &lt;a title="Honey, I Blew Up the Kid" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honey,_I_Blew_Up_the_Kid"&gt;Honey, I Blew Up the Kid&lt;/a&gt; prominently featured Fremont Street in the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1994, Glitter Gulch was featured prominently in the TV Miniseries &lt;a title="The Stand (TV miniseries)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Stand_(TV_miniseries)"&gt;The Stand&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1997 comedy &lt;a title="Vegas Vacation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vegas_Vacation"&gt;Vegas Vacation&lt;/a&gt; includes a few scenes on Fremont Street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 2004 movie &lt;a title="Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dodgeball:_A_True_Underdog_Story"&gt;Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story&lt;/a&gt;, Steve the Pirate is seen along the Plaza near the &lt;a title="Fremont Street Experience" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fremont_Street_Experience"&gt;Fremont Street Experience&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a 2005 release, &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Panic! at the Disco" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panic!_at_the_Disco"&gt;Panic! at the Disco&lt;/a&gt; released a song about cheap motels on Fremont Street called &lt;a title="Build God, Then We'll Talk" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Build_God,_Then_We%27ll_Talk"&gt;Build God, Then We'll Talk&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2007 released movie &lt;a title="Next (film)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Next_(film)"&gt;Next&lt;/a&gt;, has Nicholas Cage's character entering the Golden Nugget from the &lt;a title="Fremont Street Experience" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fremont_Street_Experience"&gt;Fremont Street Experience&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cube's music video for Chrome and Paint took place on Fremont Street, with Ice Cube in a lowrider. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the video game, &lt;a title="Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six: Vegas" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Clancy%27s_Rainbow_Six:_Vegas"&gt;Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six: Vegas&lt;/a&gt;, Logan Keller, and his teammates Jung, and Michael infiltrate Fremont Street to find a news van, which they find by going through the maintenance tunnels under the Stocco Casino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavily referenced in the &lt;a title="Tom Waits" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Waits"&gt;Tom Waits&lt;/a&gt; song 'Mr. Siegal'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featured at the beginning of the TV Series - CSI season 7 finale episode 24. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featured in the opening credits of the TV series &lt;a title="Vega$" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vega$"&gt;Vega$&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the next time any of you want to get a different perspective of Las Vegas, you should really venture down to Fremont Street. It wont be as glamorous as the Strip, but it has a lot of flavor, and may give you a lot of fun stories to take home. &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/1959624738904696424-1476519896157684237?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/1476519896157684237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=1476519896157684237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1476519896157684237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/1476519896157684237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-school-vegas.html' title='Old School Vegas'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SM6gCzBCATI/AAAAAAAAADM/jbtRu8LhS58/s72-c/glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-6052433657895155843</id><published>2008-09-10T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:41:54.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buffet'/><title type='text'>The Buffet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMg7ftKGpsI/AAAAAAAAACU/bHWkzEDzX8Q/s1600-h/250px-Chinese_buffet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244507181956900546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMg7ftKGpsI/AAAAAAAAACU/bHWkzEDzX8Q/s320/250px-Chinese_buffet2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;According to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;The "all you can eat" buffet has been ascribed to Herb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Macdonald&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Las Vegas, Nevada" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Las_Vegas,_Nevada"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; hotel manager who introduced the idea in 1946 . In his 1965 novel The Muses of Ruin, William Pearson wrote, of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas buffet:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At midnight every self-respecting casino &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;premières&lt;/span&gt; its $1.50 buffet—the eighth wonder of the world, the one true art form this androgynous harlot of cities has delivered herself of.... We marvel at the Great Pyramids, but they were built over decades; the midnight buffet is built daily. Crushed-ice castles and grottoes chill the shrimp and lobster. Sculptured aspic is scrolled with Paisley arabesques. They are, laid out with reverent artistry: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hors&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;d'oeuvres&lt;/span&gt;, relish, salads, and sauces; crab, herring oyster, sturgeon, octopus, and salmon; turkey, ham, roast beef, casseroles, fondues, and curries; cheeses, fruits and pastries. How many times you go through the line is a private matter between you and your capacity, and then between your capacity and the chef's evil eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffet#cite_note-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[2]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a growing tendency to misuse the word "buffet" to indicate an "all you can eat" meal, even if the food isn't already prepared and laid on a table, but rather you pay a set price and can order anything from a menu, as many times as you like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, it is expected of one to frequent a Buffet quit often. With so many casinos throughout the city, it would be hard to avoid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a good thing I brought with me a love for a good buffet when I moved here. In the short amount of time I have been here, I have experienced the Rio Casino Carnival World Buffet, The Palms Bistro Buffet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ceasar's&lt;/span&gt; Cafe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lago&lt;/span&gt; Buffet and Planet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hollywood's&lt;/span&gt; Spice Market Buffet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the quote above states, &lt;em&gt;there is a growing misuse of the word buffet to indicate an "all you can eat" meal.&lt;/em&gt; Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I am one of those people who misuses the word. I have no self control when stepping into a Buffet. Maybe its because there are so many different foods to choose from, or maybe its the fact that these meals are over $20 each and I am determined to get my monies worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do things a bit differently though...I'm not a seafood eater, so I skip that section and the Asian, Italian and Mexican sections don't do it for me. If there is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Mediterranean&lt;/span&gt; section, I'm all about that and will eat most of it. I also enjoy sections that have soups, salads, and cheese. But I wont waste too much of my time on those things. What I am really there for is the DESSERT!!! I will take one of each dessert and I am not scared of those around me staring wide eyed at my overloaded plate. I've been so entranced with the desert section that many times I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; notice the sour faces of those behind me waiting for their sane dessert portion. I on the other hand like to test all sweets that they have to offer. My husband gets a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; at times. But, at least I feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting my 20 bucks worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, a buffet for me comes with one big consequence, and that is the feeling of death after every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;endeavor&lt;/span&gt;. I know when I get home I will be sick for hours and unable to move from the couch. I know that I will be running extra miles the next day to burn the 4000 calories I had consumed. This however never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;deters&lt;/span&gt; me. I just imagine all of the lovey cakes and cookies that are awaiting me, and I get excited. Its a sickness of some sort, I'm sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be a true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas resident if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; participate in all that  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas has to offer.  I feel I need to be taking advantage of all there is to offer and this includes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;frequenting&lt;/span&gt; the awesome buffets.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;  very much looking forward to all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas adventures that lay ahead for me and I will be more than willing to partake in everything I can.  &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/1959624738904696424-6052433657895155843?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/6052433657895155843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=6052433657895155843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6052433657895155843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/6052433657895155843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/buffet.html' title='The Buffet'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMg7ftKGpsI/AAAAAAAAACU/bHWkzEDzX8Q/s72-c/250px-Chinese_buffet2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-5764991086910578133</id><published>2008-09-09T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:47:39.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Family VaCa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMapvL-t0cI/AAAAAAAAACM/wXtodmWPe5s/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp43246%253Enu%253D3233%253E787%253E397%253E2324787488864ot1lsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244065444254306754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMapvL-t0cI/AAAAAAAAACM/wXtodmWPe5s/s320/232323232%257Ffp43246%253Enu%253D3233%253E787%253E397%253E2324787488864ot1lsi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMaoBPq0d5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/k639_Beglds/s1600-h/cali+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063555458987922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 44px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMaoBPq0d5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/k639_Beglds/s320/cali+4.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the Beging of August, I met my family in Coronado Island, California for a little R&amp;amp;R. It was a good time. We were able to stay in a great home that actually was big enough for 13 people. Thats always a plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up my family frequented San Diego often. For about 5 or 6 years Mission Beach in San Diego was our little get away city (along with most Arizona Residents). I loved going there, staying on the beach allowed us all day access to sun, sand and the beautiful ocean. I loved body surfing and falling asleep in the warm sand. There was nothing better. In the evenings my family would Bar-be-que, or order pizza from the local joint around the corner from us. We would go to Bellmont Park and ride the roller coaster or shop in the surf shops. What a great vacation town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family stopped going to San Diego and decided to venture out further to Rocky Point. That was fun, but never the same as San Diego. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year we stayed on Coronado Island. It was less crowded and we got to spend a lot of time on the beach (which is all that matters). I spent every morning running from our rented home to the beach and every afternoon relaxing in the sun and reading the Twilight Series by Stephanie Meyers. It could have only gotten better if my husband had been able to get off work and tag along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the days there my sisters, nieces, nephew and my mom and I all went to Los Angeles to visti the American Girl Store. I went to spend time with the kids, and because I had never been to Los Angeles. WHAT A DRIVE!!!! wow, I will never complain about traffic in Las Vegas ever again. Los Angeles freeways are OOC (out of control)! &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;Anywho, the American Girl store is quit the place. I'm telling you, if they had stores like this when I was growing up, I think I would still be playing with dolls to this day. This store was rediculous...two stories of dolls and accessories for them. I got my niece some accessories for her Birthday. She insisted on the doctor set containing crutches, casts and bandages. I would have also gotten her the wheelchair, but it was all getting a bit pricey. &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&gt;We met up with my brother-in-laws sister and her hubby. They are such great people. Very groovy and artsy. They are both successful writers living in Los Angeles with their two puppies. What a life. Alysia hung out with us and her husband took my nephew and brother in law to the boardwalk. They had fun exploring and eating at the world first hot dog stand. I was a bit jealous about that...&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&gt;At the American Girl store they actually have a restaurant. We made reservation and ate there. It was all very cute. Little high chairs were set up for the girls who brought their dolls with them, and the food was fun and kid friendly. (Seriously, I want to be a small child again!) &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&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SManpvXaHoI/AAAAAAAAABk/sWT7BpJj5co/s1600-h/cali2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063151650643586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SManpvXaHoI/AAAAAAAAABk/sWT7BpJj5co/s320/cali2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SManzXhGGgI/AAAAAAAAABs/VPof0l30_I4/s1600-h/cali+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063317047515650" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="72" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SManzXhGGgI/AAAAAAAAABs/VPof0l30_I4/s320/cali+3.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMaoa_nzN2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/weFxokcrzvQ/s1600-h/cali1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244063997827954530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMaoa_nzN2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/weFxokcrzvQ/s320/cali1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMaoxBhIGqI/AAAAAAAAACE/1x-2bOdt1kA/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244064376293956258" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="163" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMaoxBhIGqI/AAAAAAAAACE/1x-2bOdt1kA/s320/c.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMaoxBhIGqI/AAAAAAAAACE/1x-2bOdt1kA/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMaoxBhIGqI/AAAAAAAAACE/1x-2bOdt1kA/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On one of the last nights on our vacation my family and I went to a great pizza place that overlooked the bay. This is the night we met the owner of the Phoenix Suns...(I am a diehard fan) and the night my brother-in-law bought an awesome Dr. Suess painting. It was a pretty good evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad I was able to go on this vacation with my family. Its hard for me being the only one who live away from Arizona. I miss seeing my nieces and nephews. Hopefully when they are older they will come visit me in Vegas...Im sure my sisters are really looking forward to that day (probably not). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-5764991086910578133?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/5764991086910578133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=5764991086910578133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5764991086910578133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/5764991086910578133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-vaca.html' title='Family VaCa...'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMapvL-t0cI/AAAAAAAAACM/wXtodmWPe5s/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp43246%253Enu%253D3233%253E787%253E397%253E2324787488864ot1lsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1959624738904696424.post-9052030140958010088</id><published>2008-09-09T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:57:52.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, its official. It doesn't look like my husband and I will be leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas anytime soon. I say this for the mere fact that in the few years we have been together, we have lived in New Orleans, Florida, Colorado, and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. So, when moving here I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think it would last too long. To my surprise however, it seems that we may have found our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nitch&lt;/span&gt; (for now). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband landed a job with the Monte Carlo (it's run by MGM), so for me, this means a lot of free and discounted entertainment. Who wouldn't be excited about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first experience with living here involved an Irish Pub, all you can drink for 10 dollars and Steve-O at the Rio Casino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244045116242130338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMaXP8O79aI/AAAAAAAAABM/2nd-cmLouD4/s320/steve-o.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was quit the night, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; always seen Steve-O crazy and out of control on t.v., but to see it up close, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a whole other story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think my favorite times so far have been the shows we have been able to see. Sitting up close for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;KA&lt;/span&gt;, Mystique, Mama Mia, and my personal favorite VAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HALEN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244047208436228338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMaZJuQ4YPI/AAAAAAAAABU/wDA6LPkQvqo/s320/van+halen.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; telling you, David Lee Roth has the greatest high kicks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; ever seen, and the body of a 21 year old boy. It's really out of control. I was also excited about the fact that sitting right behind us during the concert was Scott Ian from the band ANTHRAX. I was also exited that my husband and I had better tickets than him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to see Kathy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Griffin&lt;/span&gt; was also a blast. That is one funny woman and we did not stop laughing the whole time. I love watching her on t.v., but when she is not censored, she is even better. I was however &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get to see any of her wonderful assistants. I was hoping to see them before or after the show. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure though they only make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;appearances&lt;/span&gt; when they are filming &lt;em&gt;Life of the D List&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far my experience here in Vegas has been a good one. I'm looking forward to exploring a bit more and experiencing all that it has to offer. Hopefully we can sit still in one state for longer than a year. I don't think that I could do all there is to do here in a short amount of time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1959624738904696424-9052030140958010088?l=bradysbakery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/feeds/9052030140958010088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1959624738904696424&amp;postID=9052030140958010088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/9052030140958010088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1959624738904696424/posts/default/9052030140958010088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradysbakery.blogspot.com/2008/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up!'/><author><name>Brooke Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211884696311936527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SNPQTCzbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AbVul6MMqD8/S220/Las_Vegas_Sign_II.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEfOyeIl24/SMaXP8O79aI/AAAAAAAAABM/2nd-cmLouD4/s72-c/steve-o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
