<?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-7038100</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:33:39.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brookes Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-116492465644132043</id><published>2006-11-30T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:10:57.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frema's Chessy Love Song Cd swap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is my Cheesy Love song CD. I have to give credit to my husband for downloading me over 300 love songs! Thank God that boy knows how to get songs for free :o) I hope everyone enjoys it. (Sorry about the long Meatloaf song, we could not find a shorter one.)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheesy Love Songs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In The Ghetto ---Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;2. I’d Love You To Want Me ---Lobo&lt;br /&gt;3. That’s Amore ---Dean Martin&lt;br /&gt;4. Wild Thing --- Troggs &lt;/div&gt;5. I’d Do Anything For Love ---Meat Loaf&lt;br /&gt;6. I’ll Make Love To You --- Boyz II Men&lt;br /&gt;7. Dilemma --- Nelly&lt;br /&gt;8. Lady In Red --- Chris De Burgh&lt;br /&gt;9. Happy Together --- Turtles&lt;br /&gt;10. Dream A Little Dream --- The Beautiful South&lt;br /&gt;11. If You’re Not The One --- Daniel Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;12. The Tide Is High --- 12&lt;br /&gt;13. Casablanca --- Bertie Higgins&lt;br /&gt;14. Fernando --- ABBA&lt;br /&gt;15. Lovefool --- The Cardigans&lt;br /&gt;16. Oh! Carol --- Neil Sedaka&lt;br /&gt;17. Father &amp;amp; Son --- Cat Stevens&lt;br /&gt;18. Nine Million Bicycles --- Katie Melua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-116492465644132043?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/116492465644132043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=116492465644132043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/116492465644132043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/116492465644132043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2006/11/fremas-chessy-love-song-cd-swap.html' title='Frema&apos;s Chessy Love Song Cd swap'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113705567278093595</id><published>2006-01-12T02:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T02:49:25.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby boy is now 2!</title><content type='html'>January 10 was my little boy's 2nd birthday. He grew up so fast. I feel like he should have only turned 1. It does not seem like I have had him in my life that long.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we took him for his 2 year old pictures, which was a trip. He has the cutest personality and all the pictures we get I think are adorable but it's a lot of work to get these pictures done! There is a lot of bribing, tricking and just pure luck that we got a shot. He is terrible. He is either trying to run off the little platform or he smiles and then turns away at the last minute. It took us 2 hours to get these five pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20cop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/320/bw%20cop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/close%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/320/close%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/messy%20hair%20close%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/320/messy%20hair%20close%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/320/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/blocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/320/blocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if it is just me but he looks so old in these pictures. He looks like he is 3 or 4 years old already. Look at the above picture and the picture below. The one below was his 1 year old picture. Look at the difference within one year. Last year's picture the blocks barely came up to his chest. This year the blocks are at his waist! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/January%202005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/320/January%202005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I guess I just have to realize that he is not my baby anymore, he is my little man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113705567278093595?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113705567278093595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113705567278093595' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113705567278093595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113705567278093595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-baby-boy-is-now-2.html' title='My Baby boy is now 2!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113657562884726286</id><published>2006-01-06T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:27:08.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My 22nd Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I am officially 22 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to review my last two birthdays and my next two. When I turned 20 I was pregnant and about to pop 4 days later. When I turned 21 I was breastfeeding still. I just turned 22 and am pregnant. When I turn 23 I will be breastfeeding again. So, when I turn 24 I can have a drink for the last 4 years worth of birthdays that I could not drink. I never drink but it would be nice to have a nice cocktail for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt kind of special yesterday because I got an early birthday present from my doctor! His nurse called and informed me that my present was a bottle of antibiotics for my urinary track infection. Which taking the medicine can also cause a yeast infection. So, I might have a belated birthday present where I can get cream! I also have a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am happy because I get my favorite dinner, baby back ribs and a homemade oreo ice cream cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113657562884726286?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113657562884726286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113657562884726286' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113657562884726286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113657562884726286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-my-22nd-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My 22nd Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113614042298065436</id><published>2006-01-01T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:33:43.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's 2006!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so happy that it is a new year already. I'm not saying that 2005 was so bad, but there was just to much that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father had another child with his wife that caused a lot of heart ache. Also, in January I turned 21, &lt;a href="http://www.frema.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frema&lt;/a&gt; turned 25 and my baby boy turned 1. A lot of wedding planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of driving around and doing things for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baclorette party. Then the big wedding day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say this was the month that my &lt;a href="http://svteach.blogspot.com/"&gt;best-friend&lt;/a&gt; announced that she has moved her wedding date up. (Sissy sorry if I'm wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a 9 hour road trip down to Arkansas to see my Grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;Helping my Sissy with anything she needed for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy's wedding shower. Sissy baclorette party. Found out my brother's wife (at the time girlfriend) was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kind of calm from what I remember. Just my husbands birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out my husbands sister was pregnant again. Then found out I was pregnant again! My brother signed up for the Army Reserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sick and nauseas.  Found out my cousin is pregnant with twins.  A long trip to Michigan City for Thanksgiving. Our 6 year dating anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sick and nauseas still. Christmas shopping and wrapping. &lt;a href="http://www.frema.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frema&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://uselessclutter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luke&lt;/a&gt; got engaged. Then Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it has been a pretty eventful year and we need a new year to start with new things. Just a few things this year that are going to happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January: &lt;/strong&gt;My baby boy turns two :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February: &lt;/strong&gt;throwing my brother's baby shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March:&lt;/strong&gt; my brothers baby is due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April: &lt;/strong&gt;my guess &lt;a href="http://www.frema.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frema's&lt;/a&gt; wedding shower and possibly baclorette party. My cousin's baby shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frema.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frema&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://uselessclutter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luke's&lt;/a&gt; wedding. My husbands sister's baby is due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June:&lt;/strong&gt; I have my second baby!&lt;br /&gt;Then there will be 3 christenings during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are going to be a lot more things that will happen in this new year and I am just glad it is here. Plus the sooner time goes by the sooner I will not be sick anymore and get to see my new baby :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Years!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113614042298065436?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113614042298065436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113614042298065436' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113614042298065436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113614042298065436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2006/01/thank-god-its-2006.html' title='Thank God It&apos;s 2006!!!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113581749617822262</id><published>2005-12-28T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T18:51:36.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am laying in bed right now and I can not get up. I have back and stomach cramps and just have to lay in bed with my legs up till tomorrow. So, I decided that I will do a fun entry instead of me complaining. So, I figured I'd do want my dear best friend did last month.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick 20 random people of your friends that you know personally (i.e. have actually met in person). Type them out first BEFORE reading any of the questions, then answer the questions accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cheat...it definitely ruins it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Samantha&lt;br /&gt;2. Frema&lt;br /&gt;3. Matt&lt;br /&gt;4. Dan&lt;br /&gt;5. Luke&lt;br /&gt;6. Ryan&lt;br /&gt;7. Matthew Jr.&lt;br /&gt;8. Geo&lt;br /&gt;9. Donna&lt;br /&gt;10.Brian&lt;br /&gt;11.Rebbecca&lt;br /&gt;12.Christopher&lt;br /&gt;13.Amber&lt;br /&gt;14.Steve&lt;br /&gt;15.Jim&lt;br /&gt;16.Jenn&lt;br /&gt;17.Brad&lt;br /&gt;18.Chris&lt;br /&gt;19.Number Twelve&lt;br /&gt;20.Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would you do if you had never met #5?&lt;br /&gt;Luke. Well, that would mean that Frema and him would have never met because I have known her since I was born and I meet every guy that she was with. Especially her soon to be wonderful husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What do you honestly think of #10?&lt;br /&gt;A royal pain in the ass. But, aren't all older brothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would/did #19 and #8 go out?&lt;br /&gt;Number Twelve and Geo. I do not think that she would go out with Frema and Samantha's little brother. Plus, she is happily married with three beautiful children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Did you ever like #3?&lt;br /&gt;I would hope so, I married him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If #1 died tomorrow, what is the one thing that you would need him/her to know?&lt;br /&gt;That she is more of a sister to me then a cousin and my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would #2 and #11 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Frema and Rebecca. Hmmm what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Describe #7 in three words:&lt;br /&gt;cute, adorable and lovable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you think #12 is hot?&lt;br /&gt;He is a cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would #1 and #17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Samantha and Brad. I do not think that Samantha and my brother-in-law would make a good couple. They are both married for one and they are just too different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What do you think of when you see # 8?&lt;br /&gt;When did he get so big?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you know any of #6 family?&lt;br /&gt;I know all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What's #20's favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know my nephews favorite color. I am a bad Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On a scale of 1-10 how cute is #14?&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say that Steve is about a 7 because he does look like his brother, my husband. But, my husband is a 10 :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would you do if #4 just professed his/her undying love for you?&lt;br /&gt;That would worry me because that is my best friends husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who is #16 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law is not going out with anyone right now. I actually do not know if she has ever gone out with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is #9 a boy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would #18 and #4 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Dan. What is this thing trying to do? They want Samantha &amp; Dan and Chris &amp;amp; Brad to break up and go out with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who do you think #15 would be great with from this list?&lt;br /&gt;Jim. My other brother-in-law would not be great with anyone from this list. I do not know who he would be great with out of anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When was the last time you talked to #12?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is #3's favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;My husbands favorite band is A New Found Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Does #2 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, four of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you ever date #6?&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is beautiful but I think that would be wrong on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you ever date #15?&lt;br /&gt;NO. NOPE. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is #7 single?&lt;br /&gt;I would hope my little baby is still single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is #20's last name?&lt;br /&gt;Kiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is #1's middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Where does #9 live?&lt;br /&gt;Chi Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you make out with #13?&lt;br /&gt;I do not think that I would ever make out with my brothers wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are #5 and #6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Luke and Ryan are probably not best friends, but they better be at least friends they are future in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Does #7 like #20?&lt;br /&gt;My baby does like his cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How did you meet #18?&lt;br /&gt;This is actually kind of funny. I have never meet Number twelve but I will meet her at Frema and Lukes wedding. We're blog buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is #12 older than you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is #17 the sexist person alive?&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law probably thinks that he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you hooked up with more than three people on this list?&lt;br /&gt;Actually no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was kind of fun! I hope you guys enjoy it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113581749617822262?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113581749617822262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113581749617822262' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113581749617822262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113581749617822262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-bored_28.html' title='Just Bored'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113535782791035531</id><published>2005-12-23T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T11:10:27.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Mas Card Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/DSC01952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/320/DSC01952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a tough task for us to do because Matthew is a big ham in person but as soon as you pull out the camera he gets all shy and does not want to smile or stay in one place long enough to get just a serious picture of him. Well this picture above was the most serious picture we could take. I thought that this picture was good enough to send out. But, my husband was not satisfied. So, we continued on snapping pictures and trying to get a good picture. That is when we got our next picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/DSC01955.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/320/DSC01955.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was my husbands favorite picture he said that this was our Christmas card this year. So, of course I gave in and let this be our card. But, I did get a couple copies of the first picture to send out to the Aunties who have never seen him before and to Matt's boss. I did not want people who have never seen him before think that he was crossed eyed! Hope you enjoyed my silly baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;!&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/7038100-113535782791035531?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113535782791035531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113535782791035531' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113535782791035531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113535782791035531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/12/x-mas-card-pictures.html' title='X-Mas Card Pictures'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113505625109427970</id><published>2005-12-19T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:24:11.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that it has been a while since I blogged but I am just not in the mood to do anything. I didn't even put a Christmas tree up this year. I barely got my Christmas cards out. I still have to wrap the rest of my Christmas presents and pick up a few more. I just can't do it this year. This pregnacy is just taking everything out of me. I can not do anything for more then a few minutes without having to sit down and relax. Hopefully this will end soon because I am sick of being a bum and not being able to do anything. I feel like quitting work because it is just too much for me. I only work no more then 12 hours a week. Which is nothing. So, until I start feeling better and being able to do something for more then ten minutes without getting tired my entries are probably going to be a little spaced apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good news is that when I went to the doctors on Thursday I lost 4 1/2lbs! The baby is doing really good. The heartbeat is very strong, which is good because I was a little worried. I was afraid that the baby would have been a little stressed out because of all the puking I have been doing. Plus, I bleed a little bit last week, so I was relieved that everything was fine. Well, I am going to go and lay down for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113505625109427970?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113505625109427970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113505625109427970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113505625109427970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113505625109427970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-know-that-it-has-been-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113401503763330722</id><published>2005-12-07T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:10:37.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Drug Free and Have a Girls Name</title><content type='html'>I took my last antibiotic pill yesterday and I'm feeling pretty good. Matt still has a pretty bad cough and my Mom is just very tired still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since Matt has been off of work all week because of our sickness we got to spend a lot of time together and were able to talk. We were talking about babies names and we're still set on Michael Allan for a boy. So, we were throwing a lot of different names out there and we settled on a few. Two of the runner ups we're Katherine and Paige, middle name for both would have been Elizabeth. After a lot of talking and placing the name with our last name and thinking of family names the winner is.....Emma Elizabeth. Her initials will be EEB. I never realized how hard it is to pick out a girls name. Last pregnancy we picked out a girls name 123, this time it was opposite we picked the boys name out 123 and had a problem with a girls name. But, I am happy with our choices and will have to wait till summer to see if there will be a new baby Michael or Emma in our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113401503763330722?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113401503763330722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113401503763330722' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113401503763330722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113401503763330722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-drug-free-and-have-girls-name.html' title='I am Drug Free and Have a Girls Name'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113357719356886246</id><published>2005-12-02T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:33:13.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a Doctors Note!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To whom it may &lt;/em&gt;concern,&lt;br /&gt;My Patient &lt;em&gt;BROOKE is not allowed to go to school/work or blog until December 5. She has Streptococcal Phartngitis (Strep Throat) and is on medication that will make her drowsy. Please be patient with her and give her time to recover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The Er Doctor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113357719356886246?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113357719356886246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113357719356886246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113357719356886246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113357719356886246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-doctors-note.html' title='I have a Doctors Note!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113294030504529277</id><published>2005-11-25T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T11:38:25.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Names</title><content type='html'>Well this post is for &lt;a href="http://frema.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frema&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; going to find out what we are having. We did not find out with Matthew and the best part was the look on Matt's face when the doctor said &lt;em&gt;"It's a boy!"&lt;/em&gt; I can't wait to see what his face looks like this time. I was kind of glad we didn't find out at the end because I had to be induced. So, I knew the date that I was going in and I knew when the baby's birthday was going to be and it was nice to have at least one surprise. I am more tempted to find out with this one though because I would like to know if I should give some of Matthews baby clothes away or save them for this baby. But, I'm not going to find out. Ok on to the baby names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a boy we settled on Michael Allan. I know that it is a very common name but we just could not agree on any other names and these two names have meaning. Michael was Matt's grandfathers name and it is his Uncle's name. His Uncle only had one child and he had a girl, so the name was not going to be carried on and everyone in both our families really really liked it. Allan is Matt's middle name. He said that if he had another son that he would like him to have part of his name in the baby's name. He also thought that it would be kind of cool for him and his two boys to have the same middle name. He was really excited and I could not tell him no so Michael Allan it will be. Plus all three of them would have the same initials MAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a girls name we are still deciding. When I was pregnant with Matthew we were set on naming our girl Paige Elizabeth. &lt;em&gt;(Elizabeth is my Mom's name, my middle name and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://frema.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frema's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; middle name!)&lt;/em&gt; I loved the name Paige since I was like 9 years old. But, some people kind of ruined the name for us. First of all Matt's lovely older brother named his dog Paige and he keeps making comments on how he is going to say that we named our child after a dog. Then, there is a little girls who lives up stairs from us and her name is Paige and she is a hillbilly child. She smells, she's annoying and just ruined the name for me. So I am kind of turned off by the name now.  So, we are still deciding on a girls name. Which hopefully is a sign that we are having a girl because with Matthew we had a girls name picked out but not a boys name and this time we have a boys name and not a girls name. When we decide on a girls name you guys will be the first to know. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113294030504529277?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113294030504529277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113294030504529277' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113294030504529277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113294030504529277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/11/baby-names.html' title='Baby Names'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113266584672711761</id><published>2005-11-22T07:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T07:24:06.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little Crazy</title><content type='html'>I think that there is something wrong with me! It is 7:00 in the morning and my son is sleeping. WHAT AM I DOING UP?!?!?! I woke up around 5:45 and started to think of all kinds of different things and just could not fall back to sleep. I hate when this happens, when you have so much to do and then don't get your rest. We are going to Michigan City, IN by Matt's sisters house for Thanksgiving. We are going out there a day early because she is having dinner at 1:00 and there is no way we would get there on time. It is only an hour and a half drive but with how we are we would not get there till around 4:00. Especially with my morning sickness! So, we figured we would go out there a day early and spend some personal time alone with them and let the kids play with each other. It will be really nice, but just more things to remember to bring! Well, I am starting to get a little sleepy now so I am going to go lay down while I can. My luck he will wake up as soon as I close my eyes! My next entry will be about baby names!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113266584672711761?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113266584672711761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113266584672711761' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113266584672711761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113266584672711761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-little-crazy.html' title='Just a little Crazy'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113236897743962136</id><published>2005-11-18T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:59:22.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby B's First Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/ultrasound.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/320/ultrasound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/ultrasound.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is Baby B's first picture. S/He is 35mm long, and is a pretty big baby. I am 10 weeks and 3 days so far. We are both very healthy and doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of looks like Casper the friendly ghost! Doesn't it? You can she that s/he already has arms and hands. When the doctor was doing the ultrasound, the baby was moving all around moving its arms like it was dancing! It was so neat. We got to record it on a vhs tapes, which is a nice keep sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even though by the time the baby is older and would like to show it to his or her children, their children won't know what a vhs is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can not get over how big this baby is already! I was expecting to see a little pea looking thing. It is so weird how you forget things like that. It was only a little over 2 1/2 years ago when I had Matthews ultrasound and he looked super tiny. It's also amazing seeing the little heartbeat beat so fast. When you see this, it finally clicks in that you have a little living thing growing inside you and it is the best feeling in the whole world! But, once you are around eight months you do not care about how wonderful it is you just want it out NOW! I am just so glad that I got to experience this at least twice in my life time. Alright my hormones and I are done talking now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113236897743962136?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113236897743962136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113236897743962136' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113236897743962136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113236897743962136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/11/baby-bs-first-picture.html' title='Baby B&apos;s First Picture'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113185598729670209</id><published>2005-11-12T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:26:27.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Too Old For My Age?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/DSC01840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/320/DSC01840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is Saturday night at 9:00pm and I am laying on the couch in my pj's searching through blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I am almost 22 years old, married, have a almost 2 year old child and one on the way!&lt;br /&gt;Most people at my age are in their college dorms drinking or at a bar, going from partner to partner. Yet, I have no desire to do any of that.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy just staying home and watching 24 hours of PBS television. I even enjoy waking up in the middle of the night to get some milk for my baby or just snuggle with him. I would not give my life up for anything in the world! I do not mind that I didn't finish college or never got to do the party scene. I like not having to get all prettied up for a guy, I already got him and he married me for me, bad morning breathe and all! I seriously do not care about ever going back to school. To me that is not important just staying home with my children is what matters most! I think I would rather get my babies over with now while I'm young and have some type of patients,and then have my whole life to do whatever with. At least when I get to go off and do whatever I will be old enough to do whatever and have more money to do more things! I will also be able to enjoy my grandkids a little longer then some people do!&lt;br /&gt;OK I am going to go to bed, Nite Nite :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113185598729670209?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113185598729670209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113185598729670209' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113185598729670209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113185598729670209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/11/am-i-too-old-for-my-age.html' title='Am I Too Old For My Age?'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113147317100816450</id><published>2005-11-08T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T12:06:11.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bride%20and%20maid.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm jealous &lt;a href="http://youngestoftwelve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Number Twelve&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.frema.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frema&lt;/a&gt; both have these cute stories of how they meet their loves and mine is kind of boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually meet him on my &lt;a href="http://svteach.blogspot.com/"&gt;best-friends&lt;/a&gt; birthday, in 1999. I was driving with one of my friends in her car to go meet this guy that she had a huge crush on. When we arrived at the house that this guy was at, I seen Matt. He was wearing a red Old Navy fleece sweater with a nice pair of non-wrinkled, non-ripped jeans and his hair was perfectly in place. He looked even hotter next to his friends who were wearing wrinkle, ripped jeans. One was wearing a Marilyn Manson shirt and the other was wearing an old army jacket. Hmmm which one would you have picked? My friend was going for the one in the army jacket! Well, my friend invited all of them to come to her house and hang out, drink and play on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Before we showed up at this house my friend was suppose to drop me off at my &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; house for her birthday.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after my friend invited them over, Matt looked at me and asked if I was going to be there. I should have told him "No, I have a very important place to be" but I said, "yeah sure for a little while." I felt like a terrible friend at this point but hey I had a chance to get with this hottie! We all went back to my friends house and hung out in her basement. Matt and I ended up off in a corner by ourselves talking and playing catch with a little ball. It was going really nice till his other friend, the one with the Marilyn Manson shirt, came over and started to hit on me. I then looked at the clock and realized I was suppose to be at my &lt;a href="http://svteach.blogspot.com/"&gt;best friends&lt;/a&gt; house 3 hours ago! So, we all hopped in the car and they dropped me off. My &lt;a href="http://svteach.blogspot.com/"&gt;best friend &lt;/a&gt;was really cool with me showing up three hours late for her party, she's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted on the internet, talked on the phone and hung out with my friend and his two friends for a couple of weeks and we officially started to go out on November 21. Then the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(My friend and his friend never worked out. She actually wanted Matt instead, but I won!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113147317100816450?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113147317100816450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113147317100816450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113147317100816450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113147317100816450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-love-story.html' title='My Love story'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113139994873909846</id><published>2005-11-07T15:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:21:01.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just testing</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been playing around and I think that I have taught myself how to put links in my posts. &lt;a href="http://www.frema.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frema&lt;/a&gt; we will see if this works. The next thing that I have to learn to do is add a picture to my profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to do both the things I wanted to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have to go be a Mom since I wasted all my quite time playing with my blog instead of taking a nice hot relaxing bath or taking a nap with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113139994873909846?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113139994873909846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113139994873909846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113139994873909846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113139994873909846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-testing.html' title='Just testing'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113074054792252639</id><published>2005-10-30T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:35:47.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Three Names I Go By:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mommy&lt;br /&gt;2. Brooke&lt;br /&gt;3. Brookita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three screen names I have had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. b2stars&lt;br /&gt;2. lilb2stars&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;that's it only two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three physical things I like about myself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. hair&lt;br /&gt;3. boobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three physical things I do not like about myself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. legs&lt;br /&gt;2. stomach (thanks to matthew)&lt;br /&gt;3. arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three parts of my heritage:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. German&lt;br /&gt;2. Irish&lt;br /&gt;3. Polish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things that scare me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. someone watching me from outside looking through my window&lt;br /&gt;2. my children dying before me&lt;br /&gt;3. my mom dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of my everyday essentials:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. diapers&lt;br /&gt;2. wet wipes&lt;br /&gt;3. milk bottles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three favorite musical artist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;2. Edwin McCain&lt;br /&gt;3. Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three favorite songs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's Your Love -Tim McGraw and Faith Hill&lt;br /&gt;2. I Could not Ask for More- Edwin McCain&lt;br /&gt;3. Hold On - Wilson Philips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I want out of a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honesty&lt;br /&gt;2. Respect&lt;br /&gt;3. unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three lies and truths in no particular order:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my favorite food is bbq ribs&lt;br /&gt;- I do not shave my legs&lt;br /&gt;- I eat seafood&lt;br /&gt;- have the cutest little boy&lt;br /&gt;- run everyday&lt;br /&gt;- hate to read books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. nice arms&lt;br /&gt;2. hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. short hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of my favorite hobbies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reading blogs&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching Days of Our Lives&lt;br /&gt;3. playing with my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I want to do really bad right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. be 4 months pregnant so the sickness goes away&lt;br /&gt;2. buy a Honda Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;3. go on vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three places I want to go on vacation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;2. All of Europe&lt;br /&gt;3. Cayamn Islands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three kids names I like:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Paige&lt;br /&gt;2. Kyle&lt;br /&gt;3. Matthew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I want to do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get married (Already done)&lt;br /&gt;2. have kids (Already done)&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel all around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three ways that I am stereotypically a boy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love playing sports&lt;br /&gt;2. scratch my ass :o)~ (sorry Frema @$$)&lt;br /&gt;3. like to be waited on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three ways that I am stereotypically a girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I cry at movies&lt;br /&gt;2. I shave my legs and arm pits&lt;br /&gt;3. dress up when I have company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three celebrity crushes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. John Cena (WWE)&lt;br /&gt;2. Michael Clarke Duncan (big black guy in Armageddon and Green Mile)&lt;br /&gt;3. Nick Lachey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two people I would like to post this Meme:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Luke&lt;br /&gt;2. The first person to read it, who is a blogger.(I do not know any other bloggers except for Frema, who had me do it, Sambo, who also has to do it because of Frema and Luke.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113074054792252639?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113074054792252639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113074054792252639' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113074054792252639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113074054792252639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/10/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113064042610277783</id><published>2005-10-29T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:47:06.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sick of being sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/DSC01817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/320/DSC01817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know that I have done this one time already, but, I do not remember being like this. With Matthew I threw up for the first four months and I could not wait to stop. I thought that was as bad as it could get. I was wrong!!! I would love to wake up, throw up and go on with my day. I can not stand being nauseas all day long and getting hormone headaches. Then I also have to take care of a 22 month old child who wants Mommy to dance around, jump on the bed and then jump on Mommy's stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture was taken at Chuck E Cheeses! Does anyone remember going there as a kid? It still is fun! Everything is one token! You can not find that anywhere! Have you ever seen those sketches at the mall where it takes your picture and then does a sketch of it? At the mall it is like $3.00. At Chuck E Cheeses it was only &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; token. Then when you spend a certain amount of money on food you get tokens for that too! I think we spent $30 and we got a large pizza, fries,buffalo wings, 3 soft drinks (with free refills) and 100 tokens. That is 100 games! What a bargain, right? Yes, they still have the stage with all the characters singing and dancing.   I do not know who had a better time Matthew or me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113064042610277783?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113064042610277783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113064042610277783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113064042610277783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113064042610277783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-sick-of-being-sick.html' title='I am sick of being sick'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-113008262602562626</id><published>2005-10-23T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T10:57:32.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy family with one on the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/the%20fam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/320/the%20fam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I am crazy! I was up all night with my, 1 year and 8 month, son. He can't talk to tell me what's wrong or what he wants and he insist on climbing on my stomach even though we tell him everyday that Mommy has a baby in there. My stomach feels like I have done 500 sit ups at once! Then tonight I have to work from 6 at night till 3 in the morning. I think once you become pregnant you should go away to a nice relaxing place where you are pampered till you have the baby! I would just like for the next 4 months to go by so I am out of this crabby stage, I'm not working anymore and so people can actually tell that I am pregnant. I loved being pregnant with my son my last trimester. The first two sucked. Well, I think that I am going to go make a sandwich and watch some more Sesame Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me how I can put a picture on my profile and how to put links in my entries! Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-113008262602562626?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/113008262602562626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=113008262602562626' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113008262602562626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/113008262602562626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-family-with-one-on-way.html' title='Happy family with one on the way'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-112982994276391297</id><published>2005-10-20T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:39:02.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frema would be soooo proud!</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a LONG time since I have done this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend in the world started a blog and the only way I could comment was to sign up and become a blogger. I did not feel like going through the whole process. But then I remembered that her wonderful sister, Frema, had me start I blog last year. So, I went through the millions of different passwords that I use and finally found it. I think I might start blogging every once in awhile the help get things off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start blogging about my pregnancy and how I am going to handle having two children under 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-112982994276391297?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/112982994276391297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=112982994276391297' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/112982994276391297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/112982994276391297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2005/10/frema-would-be-soooo-proud.html' title='Frema would be soooo proud!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-109107710488263771</id><published>2004-07-29T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T22:35:26.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>I should be writing about what was the stupidest thing I did as a kid but, I want to talk about the past! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things that I wish I would have done!&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't change my life now for anything but I wish I would have lived a little more.&amp;nbsp; Had a little more excitement in it!&amp;nbsp; I'll start with all the things that I wish I would have done and then end on a happier note with what I'm glad I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&amp;nbsp;I was a young lad I wish that I would have went to gymnastics!&amp;nbsp; I am 20 years old and&amp;nbsp;I still can not do a cartwheel!&amp;nbsp; When I attempt to do one I look like I'm a drunk trying to roll over standing up!&amp;nbsp; Maybe I would be a little more bendy too :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then wish that I would have learned how to play an instrument.&amp;nbsp; I probably would have played the piano.&amp;nbsp; I just think that it is a nice thing to say you can do.&amp;nbsp; I think that it would be nice sitting there and teaching your child how to play.&amp;nbsp; It would be nice quality time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I move onto high school.&amp;nbsp; Entering my freshman year I wish that I would have tried out for volleyball.&amp;nbsp; I think that I would have actually made the team.&amp;nbsp; But, because I found out the year before a girl, that I thought was better then me, didn't make the team.&amp;nbsp; I didn't allow myself the chance&amp;nbsp;of playing because I was afraid of the rejection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also during high school,&amp;nbsp;I wish that I would have joined more clubs and put forth some kind of effort.&amp;nbsp; Show people that I can do things and be good at it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now moving onto the things that I have done and glad I did.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In grade school I played every sport a girl could play and was in every club&amp;nbsp;I could.&amp;nbsp; I was known in grade school for being the girl who did everything.&amp;nbsp; Everyone knew me and some kids even wished that they could be all the things that I was.&amp;nbsp; I was in the "in" crowd! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During grade school I went to Disneyland twice and Wisconsin Dells twice a summer.&amp;nbsp; My birthday parties were in a hotel, because of my birthday being in January my Mom would take me and 5 friends to a hotel and go swimming in January!&amp;nbsp; It was the best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the age of five till the age of 16 I played: t-ball, little league baseball, major league baseball &amp; 16' softball.&amp;nbsp; All I ate and drank&amp;nbsp;for the summers were sunflower seeds, big chew gum, gatorade and water!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school I went to New York and took a cruise to the Bahamas! I will never forget either trip they were wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then getting pregnant.&amp;nbsp; Yeah I know I'm not married and all that blah, blah, blah stuff.&amp;nbsp; But,&amp;nbsp; I am in love, we were going to do it anyways but now we just started a couple years earlier.&amp;nbsp; I love my little guy soooooooo much!&amp;nbsp; I don't know how I ever lived without him!&amp;nbsp; When you become a parent you will be loved forever and it's the best feeling ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-109107710488263771?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/109107710488263771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=109107710488263771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/109107710488263771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/109107710488263771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2004/07/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7038100.post-109025188364028700</id><published>2004-07-19T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T10:44:43.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little about me survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Name: Brooke &lt;br /&gt;Birth date: January 6,1984 &lt;br /&gt;Birthplace:&amp;nbsp;Chicago,&amp;nbsp;Illinois&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Current Location:&amp;nbsp;Chicago, Illinois &lt;br /&gt;Eye Color:&amp;nbsp;Bright Blue&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Hair Color:&amp;nbsp;Dark Blonde with light blonde highlights&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'7" &lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty:&amp;nbsp;Righty &lt;br /&gt;Your heritage:&amp;nbsp;Polish, Irish, German &lt;br /&gt;The shoes you wore today: none, I don't usually leave the house till around noon. &lt;br /&gt;Your weakness:&amp;nbsp;sad faces&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Your fears:&amp;nbsp;not being the perfect parent&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: Falco's Thin-crust sausage &lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: Between 10:00 p.m. and 11:00. &lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi &lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's salads and Burger King's chicken sandwich &lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: Single, this way you can do what you really want to do. &lt;br /&gt;Iced Tea or Nestea:&amp;nbsp;neither &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Definently Cappuccino! &lt;br /&gt;Smoke?: No &lt;br /&gt;Cuss?&amp;nbsp;Yes &lt;br /&gt;Sing?&amp;nbsp;very badly but the baby loves it.&amp;nbsp; I think&amp;nbsp;he is tone deaf! &lt;br /&gt;Take a shower everyday? if not everyday at least once every other day. &lt;br /&gt;Have a crush? I guess &lt;br /&gt;Do you think you've been in love? I would hope so I have a baby :o) &lt;br /&gt;Like(d) high school? Very much. &lt;br /&gt;Want to get married? I got the ring, I said "Yes!" I just have to say "I Do" &lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself? Yes &lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness?&amp;nbsp;Only on the tea cups &lt;br /&gt;Think you're attractive?&amp;nbsp;Most of the time especially with spit-up on the shoulder.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parent(s)? Very much. &lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms?&amp;nbsp;Yes.&amp;nbsp; I sleep my best during thunderstorms&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument? The flute.&amp;nbsp; In band camp! &lt;br /&gt;Been trashed or extremely intoxicated? A little trashed, not bad though. &lt;br /&gt;Been caught "doing something"? Actually no &lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up? Only by my brother &lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married:&amp;nbsp; 22 &lt;br /&gt;Numbers and Names of Children: I have the one, Lil Matthew.&amp;nbsp; I possible want&amp;nbsp;two more, Paige and Tyler. &lt;br /&gt;Your Dream Wedding: My dream wedding would be if it was totally free! &lt;br /&gt;How you want to die: in my sleep &lt;br /&gt;What you want to be when you grow up: A role model to someone &lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to visit:&amp;nbsp;Paris &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And, lastly, favorites: &lt;br /&gt;Food: Ribs &lt;br /&gt;Magazine(s): SoapOpera Digest &lt;br /&gt;TV Show(s): Friends, Nip/Tuck, Sopranos and most reality TV shows &lt;br /&gt;Movie(s):&amp;nbsp; Dirty Dancing, Pretty Woman, Scary Movie, Sweet Home Alabama &lt;br /&gt;Nail polish color: Pretty in Pink &lt;br /&gt;Celebrity: Julia Roberts &lt;br /&gt;Restaurant:&amp;nbsp; Brandy's &lt;br /&gt;Soap Opera: Days of Our Lives&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Accomplishment: Having my little guy.&amp;nbsp; He makes everything that's wrong, right! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7038100-109025188364028700?l=b2stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/feeds/109025188364028700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7038100&amp;postID=109025188364028700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/109025188364028700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7038100/posts/default/109025188364028700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b2stars.blogspot.com/2004/07/little-about-me-survey.html' title='A little about me survey'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10035747405687864518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2996/413/1600/bw%20me.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
