<?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-3608400663346998523</id><updated>2011-11-06T20:57:14.093-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Brooke&apos;s personal triumph'/><category term='Life'/><category term='summer'/><category term='job'/><category term='Argentina'/><category term='Running'/><category term='errands'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><category term='Mission Prep'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='love'/><category term='Video'/><category term='My First Post'/><category term='Favorites'/><category term='mission'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Embarrassing'/><title type='text'>Brooke's Life 101</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-5773204978940541983</id><published>2011-10-27T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T02:07:51.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>I Have the Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So this may be a few weeks late, but I just want to say thanks to EVERYONE that made my birthday SO FUN! &amp;nbsp;Not only was it fun getting my phone blown up with Facebook notifications all day, but it was great realizing how much my friends mean to me. It started with going home a few days before my actual birthday so I could celebrate with my family! &amp;nbsp;I was lucky enough to have my good friends Tessa and Nicole come along. &amp;nbsp;I showed them what Logan was all about. &amp;nbsp;All of it. All 10 miles of it. haha Ok, it's not that small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a great time partying with my brothers and sisters and eating an amazing cake my mom made! &amp;nbsp;I can never get enough of my family! &amp;nbsp;They're just so great! &amp;nbsp;I love em! &amp;nbsp;So after partying on saturday, I wake up Sunday morning and my room is covered in bright balloons and reese's peanut butter cups! "What the?! How did this happen?!" I thought. &amp;nbsp;Apparently Tessa has secret ninja skills and snuck into my room in the middle of the night! &amp;nbsp;Carefully placing balloon after balloon in my room and leaving chocolate all over! &amp;nbsp;She said I woke up and she had to kneel at the foot of my bed so I wouldn't notice her for 30 minutes! That's some serious dedication. &amp;nbsp; I forgot to mention there was also a great big sign that Tessa and Nicole &amp;nbsp;made that resided in the balloon surprise. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the big day itself, I woke up and went running. &amp;nbsp;When I got back Megan and Tessa were making me breakfast at my apartment! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2-deUqEjfI/TqkZcvfQGII/AAAAAAAAALA/OlCJ51xKm7M/s1600/IMG_0449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2-deUqEjfI/TqkZcvfQGII/AAAAAAAAALA/OlCJ51xKm7M/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday breakfast! &amp;nbsp;Megan and Tessa are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Day was off to a good start! &amp;nbsp;At work, I got pizza and cheese cake! &amp;nbsp;After work I came home and to my surprise my living room was transformed into a Mexican fiesta! &amp;nbsp;That night a group of my friends dressed up as nerds and went to dinner at the Olive Garden. &amp;nbsp;Don't get me wrong, it's fun dressing up, but when you are dressed like a nerd, people treat you like a nerd! &amp;nbsp;But heck, our sweet glasses or my suspenders were a little attention seeking. &amp;nbsp;Who wouldn't check those out? &amp;nbsp;I'll get a picture of all of us sometime but, my roommate Alisa, Braun, Jake, Nicole, Megan, Tessa and I were all there. &amp;nbsp;Nerding it up at the OG. &amp;nbsp;I think my favorite part was when Megan started explaining something complex and looking like she was a legit nerd in the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ydmO6N4hn8Y/Tqka_hUbIuI/AAAAAAAAALI/Vd6vabUcaok/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ydmO6N4hn8Y/Tqka_hUbIuI/AAAAAAAAALI/Vd6vabUcaok/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner at the Olive Garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After that we hit up Fat Cats and played some sweet bowling. &amp;nbsp;I really wish I had my camera on me but more friends came dressed up as nerds as well. &amp;nbsp;Tamara, Sammy, Moroni, Andrew, and David...sortof? Let's just if we looked that way back in high school we would've put the chess and math team to shame. &amp;nbsp;Quantum physics could've been my 2nd spoken language.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Great time! &amp;nbsp;Thanks everybody. &amp;nbsp;I love you guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;xoxoxoxo Brooke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-5773204978940541983?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5773204978940541983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=5773204978940541983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/5773204978940541983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/5773204978940541983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-best-friends.html' title='I Have the Best Friends'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2-deUqEjfI/TqkZcvfQGII/AAAAAAAAALA/OlCJ51xKm7M/s72-c/IMG_0449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-8649124522901762226</id><published>2011-09-24T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:32:07.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><title type='text'>Kid History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then there was Kid History....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is number 4 in the series but I LOVE all of them. &amp;nbsp;It started with my brother Matt. &amp;nbsp;Then I watched it with my padres. &amp;nbsp;Then my friends. &amp;nbsp;Then they showed their padres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All I have to say is Richard Sharrah. &amp;nbsp;So dreamy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/dVlaZfLlWQc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVlaZfLlWQc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVlaZfLlWQc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Silly Bwent. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-8649124522901762226?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8649124522901762226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=8649124522901762226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/8649124522901762226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/8649124522901762226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2011/09/kid-history.html' title='Kid History'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-1636670083331951575</id><published>2011-09-23T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:19:56.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>And I'm Denise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I actually stumbled upon this video again today while looking for a different SNL clip. &amp;nbsp;I haven't seen it in years. &amp;nbsp;This is a creepy classic! &amp;nbsp;And with the theme I have going here, I used to watch it a lot. &amp;nbsp;The baby hands kill me every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="288" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Ehx5rv4H2X8P37EooR3hWQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Ehx5rv4H2X8P37EooR3hWQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" &amp;nbsp;width="512" height="288" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo Brooke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-1636670083331951575?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1636670083331951575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=1636670083331951575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/1636670083331951575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/1636670083331951575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-im-denise.html' title='And I&apos;m Denise.'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-8679212059722719081</id><published>2011-09-22T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T22:29:54.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><title type='text'>I could watch Viral Video Film School for hours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last summer, my cousin Jared showed me Viral Video Film School. &amp;nbsp;Ever since then, life has not been the same. &amp;nbsp;It's slightly more magical now. &amp;nbsp;Brett Erlich, is hilarious. &amp;nbsp;I generally find myself laughing a lot when I watch his clips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/NrmhutnU1-M/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NrmhutnU1-M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NrmhutnU1-M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/3608400663346998523-8679212059722719081?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8679212059722719081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=8679212059722719081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/8679212059722719081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/8679212059722719081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-could-watch-viral-video-film-school.html' title='I could watch Viral Video Film School for hours.'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-4548767118063833109</id><published>2011-09-21T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T20:14:25.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><title type='text'>History of Rap 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I've decided that this blog needs some vidoes, and not just any videos. &amp;nbsp;My favorite videos. &amp;nbsp;So, I'll be posting some of my favorites throughout this week. &amp;nbsp;You might have already seen some of them but, heck, I could see these countless times and not get bored of them. &amp;nbsp;(I already have seen most of these at least ten times)&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a tribute to Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake. &amp;nbsp;I love them. &amp;nbsp;What's even better, both of them together singing a history of rap songs and dancing. &amp;nbsp;It's basically the best combination of everything I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/s26ERD882Nk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s26ERD882Nk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s26ERD882Nk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-4548767118063833109?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4548767118063833109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=4548767118063833109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/4548767118063833109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/4548767118063833109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2011/09/history-of-rap-2.html' title='History of Rap 2'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-275410010622331702</id><published>2011-09-20T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:53:17.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>The Endless Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPFJNSYwkBk/TnlYN8qNavI/AAAAAAAAAK0/R4sNYc-Lgzo/s1600/endless-summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPFJNSYwkBk/TnlYN8qNavI/AAAAAAAAAK0/R4sNYc-Lgzo/s400/endless-summer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zVci6bSVu8c/TnlbASwvl-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/y97g5niLnaU/s1600/endless+summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zVci6bSVu8c/TnlbASwvl-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/y97g5niLnaU/s1600/endless+summer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish the sun stayed out until 10pm all year long. &amp;nbsp;I LOVE SUMMER. &amp;nbsp;You get to run around outside in shorts and a t-shirt all day. &amp;nbsp;At night you don't even need a jacket and you get to play games with friends for as long as you want because who wants to go inside? &amp;nbsp;Who needs air conditioning when you can hit up 7-11 for a slurpee. &amp;nbsp;I'm really starting to miss it. &amp;nbsp;Every time fall starts to creep in I take note of how the sun disappears earlier and earlier every day. &amp;nbsp;I don't want to be a downer or anything, but I really love the sun and now that it's fading from my life I feel like I'm in third grade again being grounded from hanging out with my best friend. I start feeling as if something is missing from my life. &amp;nbsp;I tell myself, "it's ok. &amp;nbsp;It's all going to be ok. It's time to enjoy fall now. Summer is only 8 months away!" Something else I can never get used to is that it's only 9pm at the moment when it really feels like 11. But you know what, I'm kind of ok with that. &amp;nbsp;Life would be boring if it were always the same right? ...Jackets are soft and warm. &amp;nbsp;Coats... eh, that's where it stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmfrVzhUkkw/TnlebvT0mQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qL6kEZ3i9GY/s1600/winter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmfrVzhUkkw/TnlebvT0mQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/qL6kEZ3i9GY/s1600/winter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My goal this fall and winter is to get into winter sports. &amp;nbsp;I'm going skiing this year. &amp;nbsp;Maybe a lot. &amp;nbsp;My goal is to enjoy winter just as much as I enjoy summer. &amp;nbsp;Because, let's be honest, the only thing that would make me excited about winter, or even this picture of Christmas is that my man would be inside this log cabin ready to snuggle and watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-275410010622331702?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/275410010622331702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=275410010622331702&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/275410010622331702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/275410010622331702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wish-sun-stayed-out-until-10pm-all.html' title='The Endless Summer'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lPFJNSYwkBk/TnlYN8qNavI/AAAAAAAAAK0/R4sNYc-Lgzo/s72-c/endless-summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-7508288996832259287</id><published>2011-09-16T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:16:50.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Idea Bad Idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Funnest Anti-Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This week has been pretty awesome. I was able to see old friends and party with my new ward!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So on Tuesday I got to spend the night at Hayley Jacob's house and talk until 4 in the morning with her and Gina. I know, we're girls. (Hayley and Gina were my old roomies at BYU Hawaii) &amp;nbsp;Even though Gina had to work at 9 the next morning 30 miles away, she left at 3:20am. &amp;nbsp;Just a small indicator of what we'll go through to still be friends. &amp;nbsp;I always forget how much fun we have together! &amp;nbsp;We don't even have to go anywhere, fun just happens for us. &amp;nbsp;Whether it's listening to their crazy stories, doing a belly-dance workout that turns into a Shakira dance party, or watching Justin Timberlake on youtube, we love being together. &amp;nbsp;We aren't quite the same without Ashley though! She thought living in California was better or something? Kind of crazy right? I don't understand it either :) &amp;nbsp;However, here is a picture of the last time we were all together back in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C78YUvbRiow/TnQbHWeB_JI/AAAAAAAAAKw/e2r3WU91p6w/s1600/May+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C78YUvbRiow/TnQbHWeB_JI/AAAAAAAAAKw/e2r3WU91p6w/s320/May+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley, Brooke (me), Hayley, &amp;amp; Gina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Besties for life!&lt;/div&gt;My favorite story of Tuesday night came from Hayley. &amp;nbsp;Her husband went to a work conference in San Francisco over weekend. &amp;nbsp;While he was away, she&amp;nbsp;acquired a pet fish. &amp;nbsp;Somewhere in between texting Joe that they "had a new member of the family" he thought she was pregnant for a whole 10 mins while sitting in a meeting he couldn't get out of. &amp;nbsp;Joe was kind of bewildered wondering why she wouldn't tell him something so important in person, yet he text her back telling her how excited he was! Hayley didn't know the picture of the fish she sent him didn't go through. &amp;nbsp;Not until ten minutes later did he get a picture of a shiny blue beta fish and realize what "new member of the family" was really living in their home. &lt;br /&gt;I about peed my pants trying to wonder what Joe was thinking while sitting in his medical conference. &amp;nbsp;Joe, you are a champ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Other reasons why my week has been awesome:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last night my ward pulled off a great opening social that we've been planning for a while. (Shout out to being on the activities committee!)&lt;br /&gt;2. 120 people came. &amp;nbsp;We played crazy games and everyone got to know each other. &amp;nbsp;It may have been my idea to play pass the orange with your neck....and pass a life savor to your neighbor with the toothpick you're holding in your mouth. &amp;nbsp;I don't think people realized when I said they would get to know their neighbors, that they really would get to KNOW their neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;When the party ended and we announced they could do whatever they wanted, no one went home. &amp;nbsp;Some how we had a spontaneous dance party. &amp;nbsp;It ended an hour and a half later.&lt;br /&gt;4. I may have danced on top of the park tables... I definitely waited to not be the first one though. &amp;nbsp;I try not to be too crazy. &amp;nbsp;I don't think it's working very well for me. Especially since my definition of "too crazy" would be "the first one to dance on top of a table." I guess that makes that first person who did do that pretty crazy. &amp;nbsp;That person was my activities committee co-chair. &amp;nbsp;I wonder if the bishop is regretting that he called us to be in the position we have? Well, I certainly don't. &amp;nbsp;We sure did throw a fun party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that leads us to now, Friday night. &amp;nbsp;After doing so much in the week, I go home from work at 6 and only have desires to surf facebook and do things that sound boring to rest of the world on a Friday night. &amp;nbsp;To be honest, I don't know how I can be content cleaning my room, writing, or reading my overdue library books either. To be fair to everyone else that invited me to the huge dodge ball game, I said I wasn't feeling well. &amp;nbsp;That was true. &amp;nbsp;It was also raining and I didn't want to get sick. &amp;nbsp;I already have a killer sore throat. &amp;nbsp;For everyone that went, you can laugh at me when you actually get your name printed in the Genniuss book of world records....printed among the 5,000 other people that went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to sum my great week up, I'm so happy I have great friends in my life. &amp;nbsp;This one is for you. &amp;nbsp;We don't have to party every day, but when we do, we don't mess around. &amp;nbsp;I can be anti-social on Fridays and know that I'm going to make up for it later. Thanks friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;P.S. Don't hate me for ditching out tonight ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-7508288996832259287?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7508288996832259287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=7508288996832259287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/7508288996832259287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/7508288996832259287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2011/09/funnest-anti-social.html' title='The Funnest Anti-Social'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C78YUvbRiow/TnQbHWeB_JI/AAAAAAAAAKw/e2r3WU91p6w/s72-c/May+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-7242370663411577745</id><published>2011-09-09T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:51:22.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>August in pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;Luke CAN grow a stache. &amp;nbsp;A good one too.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTcnBWV_tus/TmrZf_wD54I/AAAAAAAAAJk/FPX003dq-F4/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTcnBWV_tus/TmrZf_wD54I/AAAAAAAAAJk/FPX003dq-F4/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XINK76vPNjc/TmrZhJn73gI/AAAAAAAAAJo/I6FLS3QLEwM/s1600/IMG_0243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XINK76vPNjc/TmrZhJn73gI/AAAAAAAAAJo/I6FLS3QLEwM/s320/IMG_0243.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made special signs for Matt. &amp;nbsp;Mine and Luke's was the best, secret Russian message just for him ;) Something about our love for him is like a bird that's going to explode in the air... And it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs85uc1tRzU/TmrZiAG9EiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_XexYlnDuDs/s1600/IMG_0246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs85uc1tRzU/TmrZiAG9EiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_XexYlnDuDs/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-phqpfVU0e-s/TmrZiwtFnoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SU89tPkCCvc/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-phqpfVU0e-s/TmrZiwtFnoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SU89tPkCCvc/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First family picture in 3 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gasEMCMGTFM/TmrZjrTXRLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1pVjSVwi470/s1600/IMG_0258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gasEMCMGTFM/TmrZjrTXRLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1pVjSVwi470/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone thinks we're twins, so we thought we'd go with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSriB_wh6LM/TmrZkwEWVPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Wowjfho7agE/s1600/IMG_0271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSriB_wh6LM/TmrZkwEWVPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Wowjfho7agE/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our beautiful friend ship sweaters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSxtnEvrLSk/TmrZmWMHzrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/b2gk7WrRa-k/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSxtnEvrLSk/TmrZmWMHzrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/b2gk7WrRa-k/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVyUet1D5jI/TmrZnf9dAzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JosSF4oFFQI/s1600/IMG_0317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVyUet1D5jI/TmrZnf9dAzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JosSF4oFFQI/s320/IMG_0317.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Utah county demolition derby. &amp;nbsp;Best time of my life. &amp;nbsp;Nothing like watching cars smash into each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLwwOmajduc/TmrZodaKnjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4hv7Kcc1Pp8/s1600/IMG_0322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLwwOmajduc/TmrZodaKnjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4hv7Kcc1Pp8/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VAXo96s7Ck8/TmrZpXyDzCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZIEdV_e7xSQ/s1600/IMG_0349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VAXo96s7Ck8/TmrZpXyDzCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZIEdV_e7xSQ/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I like acting weird in front of a lot of people" &amp;nbsp;My cousin Ben is already one of us. &amp;nbsp;Dancing runs in the family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oGvQuxxKhY/TmrZqIrkZWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/QA2toN5rkYo/s1600/IMG_0360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9oGvQuxxKhY/TmrZqIrkZWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/QA2toN5rkYo/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan and Vince at A&amp;amp;W, partying for Haley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haley's 10th birthday!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MV79MwzuNcQ/TmrZrYsVVEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A7Srj1Ecng4/s1600/IMG_0364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MV79MwzuNcQ/TmrZrYsVVEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A7Srj1Ecng4/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRuh1DhmTOM/TmrZsbeZU0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/lllfnaV_MfM/s1600/IMG_0369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRuh1DhmTOM/TmrZsbeZU0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/lllfnaV_MfM/s320/IMG_0369.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke, what a looker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9w2y_DcxyZs/TmrZtfVFw6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/kXxLXy6LUfo/s1600/IMG_0370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9w2y_DcxyZs/TmrZtfVFw6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/kXxLXy6LUfo/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Midnight dumpster diving at Krispy Kreams! Gotta love a 30 pound bag of doughnuts... especially when it's free. &amp;nbsp;After 2 doughnuts I couldn't eat anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XoSJMGWm2qM/TmrZuKZLvcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xjv-M2n8yIk/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XoSJMGWm2qM/TmrZuKZLvcI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xjv-M2n8yIk/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to Nyssa, Oregon. Where you can walk through fields of corn and ditches for fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HcRLjTHp8BU/TmrZuyxygAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hivlsJ0yKVE/s1600/IMG_0383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HcRLjTHp8BU/TmrZuyxygAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hivlsJ0yKVE/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tess is pretty awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w8TT5uBuAIA/TmrZwDVFLOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wM9QnY-CKbM/s1600/IMG_0384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w8TT5uBuAIA/TmrZwDVFLOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wM9QnY-CKbM/s320/IMG_0384.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I predicted the water not to pass our knees. &amp;nbsp;Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhIXvOvyKHE/TmrZxJ__opI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZZi4ks0mBpw/s1600/IMG_0396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhIXvOvyKHE/TmrZxJ__opI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZZi4ks0mBpw/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere inbetween Boise and Mountain Home, ID. &amp;nbsp;Lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntLx5Qe6hsc/TmrZyJegIDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qUEEAvHRDNg/s1600/IMG_0397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntLx5Qe6hsc/TmrZyJegIDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qUEEAvHRDNg/s320/IMG_0397.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bones from the last people stranded on the side of the road!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-7242370663411577745?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7242370663411577745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=7242370663411577745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/7242370663411577745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/7242370663411577745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2011/09/august-in-pictures.html' title='August in pictures'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTcnBWV_tus/TmrZf_wD54I/AAAAAAAAAJk/FPX003dq-F4/s72-c/IMG_0242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-7825389175879280717</id><published>2011-09-07T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:45:48.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I decided I don't want to be in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"What?!" you say. &amp;nbsp;I know, I must be crazy, right? &amp;nbsp;I'm actually not. &amp;nbsp;Truth be told, I love being in love. &amp;nbsp;There's nothing better than coming home at night not knowing if I skipped or floated to my room hearing hallelujah chorus in the background. &amp;nbsp;My favorite is how many different situations of love can make my body feel like melting in so many different ways;&amp;nbsp;my internal organs do a dancing act when you walk into the room; sometimes I flush red&amp;nbsp;and look away trying to hold my thoughts in with a big grin because you almost discover I like you; If I were butter, you'd melt me every time we snuggled on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;the couch, because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;up til then I've never understood the concept of warm fuzzies until you wrapped your arms around me tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;However, I don't want to feel so alive my skin tingles or receive some false super human flying power every time I kiss your smile. I don't want to be in love though, because as soon as we fade away I realize the only way to feel so amazing is to have you in my life again....and that's not always possible. &amp;nbsp;I don't want to feel my stomach churn when I notice you're not going to text me back. &amp;nbsp;After watching so many 80's movies you would think I could charm my way back into your life if I proclaimed my love to you from a ride-on lawn mower and playing our favorite song on a larger-than-life boom box. &amp;nbsp;Who couldn't resist someone doing that? But was I ever in your heart to begin with? Did all those moments mean something? &amp;nbsp;I'd rather be your friend joking around all the time than have so many high-highs and even lower-lows because it kind of hurts to wake up and not have you in my life anymore. &amp;nbsp;If we were friends I wouldn't care so much when you flirted with other girls and yet I'd be happy just the same. &amp;nbsp;So, lets be friends and skip what comes after. &amp;nbsp;We might never kiss, but we'll always stay moderately happy. &amp;nbsp;There may never be a grand slam through the park but we can still win the game with some steady home runs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.....I don't want to be in love, I just want to be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-7825389175879280717?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7825389175879280717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=7825389175879280717&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/7825389175879280717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/7825389175879280717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-boys-i-decided-i-dont-want-to-be.html' title='I decided I don&apos;t want to be in love.'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-4121370080451583323</id><published>2011-08-30T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:43:20.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What are the odds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;You know what's cool? Running into good old friends in the middle of a million people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was at Walmart today looking at something and out of the corner of my eye I see a shopping cart racing toward me. &amp;nbsp;Not until it reached a foot from hitting me did I actually look up thinking, "Seriously?! Are you that oblivious to let your cart hit me?!" Only to see that my friends, Tanner Stephens and Josh Anderson, from my mission looking back at me smiling! &amp;nbsp;I haven't see them since winter semester. &amp;nbsp;What are the odds of running into buddies at the same time and the same place... in the same department in a crowded Walmart? Slim. &amp;nbsp;I know because even though I live in Provo, where you happen to know a billion people from a lot of different things, you never run into anyone. &amp;nbsp;Rarely do I see people that I kind of know at Walmart. &amp;nbsp;And seeing people that I actually would want to see, never happens. &lt;br /&gt;It's like a phenomenon when the odds are even more stacked against you and you run into a friend in a random spot. &amp;nbsp;Once when I was a kid, my family and I were on vacation in southern California shopping at an outlet mall when I notice at a shoe store, our older next door neighbor was there as well! Weird. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad it's fall and all my old friends are moving back to Provo again. &amp;nbsp;I hope I randomly run into more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you around....at Walmart maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-4121370080451583323?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4121370080451583323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=4121370080451583323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/4121370080451583323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/4121370080451583323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-are-odds.html' title='What are the odds?'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-8758756554357858883</id><published>2011-08-28T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T01:20:16.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Randomness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yep! I have a list about my everyday randomness. &amp;nbsp;I'm bringing it back in style. &amp;nbsp;The other day I was cleaning out my old room at my parents house and came across a list I once wrote that I was going to post. &amp;nbsp;I know everyone used to write these but they are awesome. &amp;nbsp;I encourage everyone to make one of these if you haven't already. Now we shall begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I lose bobby pins in my hair when it's curly. &amp;nbsp;I find about 5 of them when I wash my hair.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't have to curl my eye lashes, they already do it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sometimes I feel like a perfectionist &amp;nbsp;and can't finish a project until I feel 100% satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to dance.&lt;br /&gt;5. I only bought an xbox so I could play Dance Central.&lt;br /&gt;6. I still have yet to be beat on Dance Central.&lt;br /&gt;7. I sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;8. I sing at the top of my lungs when I'm driving in my car.&lt;br /&gt;9. Some guy in another car caught me singing while driving down I-15 and started laughing. I then got creeped out he was staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;10. I buy shampoo and conditioner based on how it smells. &amp;nbsp;If that smells good, I smell good.&lt;br /&gt;11. Same thing with laundry detergent. &amp;nbsp;Tide's "Spring Renewal" is the best.&lt;br /&gt;12. My cursive handwriting looks like a 3rd graders.&lt;br /&gt;13.One of my favorite things about camping is looking at the vast expanse of stars. They're just amazing!&lt;br /&gt;14. Maybe that explains why I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;15. You can never go wrong with Cookies and Cream ice cream. &amp;nbsp;I will always love it.&lt;br /&gt;16. I love following politics but I can't say I'm 100% one party.&lt;br /&gt;17. Alternative energy intrigues me.&lt;br /&gt;18. I love learning about inventions.&lt;br /&gt;19. Someday I want to invent something useful.&lt;br /&gt;20. Hablo Espanol. &amp;nbsp;De vez en cuando, me gusta tener conversaciones privadas en Espanol con mis amigos.&lt;br /&gt;21. Let's just say I really like to write. &amp;nbsp;In the near future I plan on writing a ridiculously awesome book.&lt;br /&gt;22. When it is published, and you ask me nicely, I will sign it for you.&lt;br /&gt;23. When I was a kid, I used to watch about 5 hours of tv a day. &amp;nbsp;Yuck. &lt;br /&gt;24. Now I hardly watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;25. I &amp;lt;3 Netflix.&lt;br /&gt;26. How I Met Your Mother, is my favorite tv show.&lt;br /&gt;27. When I was little I used to play with barbies for hours, then I would just snap out of it and wonder how I sat there for so long.&lt;br /&gt;28. Then I turned 5 and was sick of getting barbies for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;29. I also ran around in blue tights pretending I was Peter Pan as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;30. I used to hate tying my shoes and didn't learn until I was in 2nd grade.&lt;br /&gt;31. I liked wearing underwear so much that I potty trained in one day after I had turned 2.&lt;br /&gt;32. Re-watching movies is hard for me by myself. &amp;nbsp;I can only do it if a friend is already watching one or suggests it.&lt;br /&gt;33. Beverage of choice: water.&lt;br /&gt;34. Soda of choice: Good ol' Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;35. I love Cafe Rio. Pork barbacoa burrito for life!&lt;br /&gt;36. I'm a wimp, I can't eat salsa hotter than mild.&lt;br /&gt;37. Don't judge me, but even curry can be too hot.&lt;br /&gt;38. I find that guys that wear cologne are ten times more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;39. #1 turn off: selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;40. I served a mission in Nequen, Argentina. It was pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;41. I used to want to run a marathon. &lt;br /&gt;42. I decided not to after running a half marathon when my left knee felt like exploding.&lt;br /&gt;43. I really like clothes. &amp;nbsp;I try not to be materialistic, but I sometimes can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;44. I've tamed my compulsive clothes buying quite a bit. &amp;nbsp;No worries.&lt;br /&gt;45. Following the news on twitter is great. &amp;nbsp;I also get MSNBC notifications on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;46. Speaking of Twitter, I used to think it was stupid. &amp;nbsp;Now I love it.&lt;br /&gt;47. Libraries and bookstores are some of my favorite places.&lt;br /&gt;48. If I could have a secret power, it would be absorbing information by touching a book....&lt;br /&gt;49...but I could live with the being able to fly or go invisible too.&lt;br /&gt;50. My roommates lessoned my dislike for country music. &amp;nbsp;I like Taylor Swift now and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;51. I'm getting tired of writing this list.&lt;br /&gt;52. &amp;nbsp;I would like to think I have a higher tolerance to persevere.&lt;br /&gt;53. I love big cities.&lt;br /&gt;54. I like cats, however, I don't like holding them because I can't stand having pet hair on me.&lt;br /&gt;55. I got a passport when I was 15. &amp;nbsp;Ever since then I've wanted to travel the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;56. My future husband better like traveling. &amp;nbsp;I love new cultures and food. &amp;nbsp;I can never get enough.&lt;br /&gt;57. I don't get scared of meeting people, or answering an unknown number.&lt;br /&gt;58. I still get calls for a Todd Jorgenson that used to have my number.&lt;br /&gt;59. Apparently Todd Jorgenson doesn't have very good friends because he changed his number over a year and a half ago and they still call me once a month.&lt;br /&gt;60. Understanding people intrigues me.&lt;br /&gt;61. I like to garden. &amp;nbsp;When I lived at home, I had my own area to plant and it looked pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;62. There's something about the ocean that draws me to it. &amp;nbsp;I may just live on the coast one day.&lt;br /&gt;63. The sun is my source of energy. &amp;nbsp;I could be outside all day. Hence the reason why I love summer.&lt;br /&gt;64. Snow is great, but I don't like being cold. &amp;nbsp;I need to start skiing again this winter. &amp;nbsp;Take me with you.&lt;br /&gt;65. I work at a bank. &amp;nbsp;I've never enjoyed a job as much as I do now. &lt;br /&gt;66. I get to count money and talk to people all day. &lt;br /&gt;67. It's like a game. If I'm in balance at the end of the day, I win.&lt;br /&gt;68. I win a lot.&lt;br /&gt;69. My childhood nickname was Booger.&lt;br /&gt;70. My dad called me Booger so much that I thought it was my middle name.&lt;br /&gt;71. I just found out last week that my real middle name is Ann.&lt;br /&gt;72. I like driving. Love road trips.&lt;br /&gt;73. Favorite colors are blue and red.&lt;br /&gt;74. Because my birthday is 10-10, ten is my favorite number and I always pick it as my jersey number in sports.&lt;br /&gt;75. I stay up late. &amp;nbsp;I rarely go to bed early. &amp;nbsp;And yes, I did stay up late writing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is my list! I was kind of pushing for 100 but I'll save that for another day. &amp;nbsp;That was almost too long for me in itself. &amp;nbsp;If you so happen to write a Random List, post a link here on my page, I'd love to read it. &amp;nbsp;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke Booger Morrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-8758756554357858883?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8758756554357858883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=8758756554357858883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/8758756554357858883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/8758756554357858883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2011/08/randomness.html' title='The Randomness...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-6663707615730954544</id><published>2011-08-04T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T00:59:39.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Life Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I knew I would get back on here someday.  I actually like writing on my blog.  It's like a personal journal that you left on a park bench that anyone can read.  "Oh hey, what's this? Personal details of an interesting life? This literature is better than what I pretend not to read at the checkout stand.  I get to read everything about friends of my friends and I don't even know them!"   I have to admit, reading my friends, old friends, and people I hardly know s' blogs sounds stalkerish, but who doesn't love it? Which makes me question if I should turn my blog private?  I'm undecided.  A friend of mine once told me he stalked me online and found out I had this blog and read all about me.  I was oddly intrigued that someone would go to that extent to find out more about me haha. Good on you Brad!  For all those other Brads out there, just don't creep me out. &lt;div&gt;Anyways, this is labeled the Life Lovers for a reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to shout out how great life is.  Really, it is.  From the time I'm half awake in the morning all the way until the wee hours of the night, I'm loving life.  Living in Provo, I feel like its super easy to get caught up in measuring your life with others that are already married or graduated or freakishly talented....and all of the above.   Where does that leave me? I might as well just join the circus.  Point being, I really don't care anymore what others think.  I'm just loving life.  I love my crazy friends that make me hide in hot tubs, I love my roommates that listen to my stories when I come home, I love my family who always cheer me up and unconditionally love me!  I humor at the random people I see at work or times people say I look like Miley Cyrus or Mandy Moore.  Really? Miley Cyrus?  Don't think so.  I love food.  I can't even decide on one genre of food that is the best, most are my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not forget about doing crazy things.  This one is for all those times that your heart beats too fast and wonder if life will ever be normal again.  The embarrassing moments, adrenaline sport rushes, secret crushes, dancing in public, not completing something your friend dared you to do, later realizing you probably should to prove you have guts, playing in the rain, kissing someone you really like, running a race and crossing the finish line, dressing up for the last Harry Potter movie, arriving at a foreign airport, or just taking an epic nap.  Life is crazy, so why not live it up?  A sailboat is safe in it's harbor, but that's not what it was meant for, was it? To all those moments, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HPdXiENkjoM/Tjuh75dK9II/AAAAAAAAAIk/I8ufYIYvh_U/s320/269070_10150317967971210_18479431209_9771104_5562778_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637277408991835266" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-6663707615730954544?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6663707615730954544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=6663707615730954544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/6663707615730954544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/6663707615730954544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-lovers.html' title='The Life Lovers'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HPdXiENkjoM/Tjuh75dK9II/AAAAAAAAAIk/I8ufYIYvh_U/s72-c/269070_10150317967971210_18479431209_9771104_5562778_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-1417141860335264043</id><published>2010-06-05T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:09:07.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>I'm Home!</title><content type='html'>Ok let's be honest, I've been home for the past 6 weeks! And it feels so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; too!  I loved the mission, however nothing replaces your good ol' home!  Well, now that I AM home, I realized that I have a blog!  It kind of got forgotten. Ooops!  I've been too busy with other things to take the time and get back on!  &lt;br /&gt;Sorry to all those that wanted to see what I did during the mission!  I think my favorite post is the last one before I left for Argentina that says "my parents are going to post my emails on here!"  Oh wait, thats the post right before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; one!  So nothing was posted.  For some reason I thought my parents were blog literate.  They're not.  OH well.  I'll teach them sometime.  I hope no one cried too much about that :)&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been back I've tried to keep myself busy. It's worked pretty darn good!  I haven't had a hard time transitioning like everyone told me I would.   And ooof, what a relief!  Glad, I didn't ride that emotional rollercoaster, mission had enough ups and downs as it was!  I'll try to post some pictures of things that I've done since I've been home.  If you want the run down, it goes something like this: Catching up with my friends, finding all my belongings in the basement, maxed out dating life! (not really.  That would be lying), went to Havasupai falls with my Dad and the Donaldsons, looking for a job, I moved to OREM!&lt;br /&gt; I now live in Orem so then when I DO go to school, I won't have to settle in again.  So how do I feel about Orem, I LOVE IT!  I'm still looking for a job, but, the hunt is almost over, I have a couple interviews this next week which means I'll probably be joining the "officially employed crowd"!  As great as it sounds not having a job, think again, or just go make friends with the bums on the street and ask them how great their free time feels! haha&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I joined Gold's Gym and I'm lovin it!  I started running again and hope to run a half marathon in the fall! Join me if you dare!  But I'm just loving Orem, it's always giving me something to laugh about.  I think I saw Chuck Norris working out at Gold's Gym on 8th.  So if you want to stalk him, you now know where to go!  And yesterday as I was walking out of Smith's, I helplessly watched this 19 year old girl almost get hit by an haphazard old lady that wasn't paying attention!  It was a mixture of shock and trying not to laugh!  In the end I felt the same as the girl's pained face that clearly showed, "WHAT THE H!  YOU ALMOST RAN ME OVER!"  Gotta love life's little moments!    I sure do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-1417141860335264043?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1417141860335264043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=1417141860335264043&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/1417141860335264043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/1417141860335264043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-4746647448869091413</id><published>2008-11-12T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T03:31:42.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be continued....</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  I can't believe I'm going to the MTC tomorrow!  Time went so quickly!  I just wanted to say goodbye to ALL!  And I love you guys and I hope you write me!  But keep checking in because my parents are going to update my blog from the letters I send!  Good bye!!! See you in a year and a half!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXOOX Sister Brooke Morrill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-4746647448869091413?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4746647448869091413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=4746647448869091413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/4746647448869091413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/4746647448869091413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-be-continued.html' title='To be continued....'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-5539150703647286419</id><published>2008-11-06T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:55:04.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework To the Max</title><content type='html'>In trying to finish my online classes this week I've been working on them non stop!  Yesterday I hibernated in my room reading 100 pages of my psychology book and taking the final quiz for my psych class online.  I studied so hard I hardly noticed the day pass by!  It felt like I woke up, read non stop, took a test, went to the store, then an hour later went to bed!  After I got back from the store it was dark already!  What the heck? Didn't I just wake up?  Day light savings where has my day gone?  Give me back the sun!  I also wasn't feeling good so I went to bed early!  That's rare!  I never go to bed early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else felt like their day lasted a total of 5 hours because you were so busy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-5539150703647286419?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5539150703647286419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=5539150703647286419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/5539150703647286419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/5539150703647286419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/11/homework-to-max.html' title='Homework To the Max'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-5688230406652153644</id><published>2008-11-02T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:36:46.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'>So you want to be an 80's pop star?</title><content type='html'>Purple eye liner, sparkles, lavender eye shadow, why isn't this still in style? I dressed up as a 80's rock star for Halloween!  It was pretty awesome!  I googled Cindy Lauper and other 80's pop icons and got my inspiration from them. These pictures were taken after I got home late that night so I don't look as 'fresh' as when I left.&lt;br /&gt;That Halloween night I went to the Donaldson's food party and hung out with my brothers and friends.  Alice is an awesome cook!  Later I went to a movie with my friend Alyssa Gardner in our costumes.  We were the only ones there dressed up! What party poopers!  I guess going to a movie on Halloween is for boring people anyways so they wouldn't dress up.  I was going to go to USU's Howl but buying the ticket that day would be at least $15 (and thats if I used my old USU card too)!  I didn't want to pay $15 for the 2 hours I'd be there unless I was with people that would dance the whole time!  Non the less, I had a great Halloween!  Comment me back and tell me what you did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-5688230406652153644?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5688230406652153644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=5688230406652153644&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/5688230406652153644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/5688230406652153644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-you-want-to-be-80s-pop-star.html' title='So you want to be an 80&apos;s pop star?'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-6142611289524752791</id><published>2008-11-02T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:31:06.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'>Pumpkins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQ5gIiSjTvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Gg81rtBMtZ8/s1600-h/10.31.08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQ5gIiSjTvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Gg81rtBMtZ8/s320/10.31.08+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264250714202525426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I almost missed the chance to carve a pumpkin this year!  I was so busy with work and finishing my online classes that it was hard for me to justify to take time out of my schedule to carve a pumpkin.  It started to get to me and I finally caved, so I sat down to carve the coolest pumpkin in existence! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQ5fngEFRUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UX8lFC-EL8A/s1600-h/10.31.08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQ5fngEFRUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/UX8lFC-EL8A/s320/10.31.08+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264250146669282626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQ5gcByKCrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/H2eC3AbN_2s/s1600-h/brobee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQ5gcByKCrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/H2eC3AbN_2s/s320/brobee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264251049074100914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I Carved "Brobee" the monster/creature thing from the kids show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yo Gabba Gabba&lt;/span&gt;!  I thought that he would be pretty scary and it turned out well!  Actually I think he's pretty cool for whatever he is and the idea of him makes me laugh.  I even carved his crazy long arms onto the pumpkin!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQ5iCa1sQJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eEdCyqkReYQ/s1600-h/10.31.08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQ5iCa1sQJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eEdCyqkReYQ/s320/10.31.08+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264252808146469010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is me making the same crazy face that Brobee has!  If I had 3 red triangles on my head it would look like a self portrait!  Thats scarry to think about.  The only thing I'm sad about is that I never got to see it lit up :(  I worked every night until Halloween and then the neighbor boy next door poked his eyes out! BOO KID!  Then today after church my Mom and I noticed my pumpkin wasn't even on our doorstep at all!  Who steals ugly pumpkins?  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-6142611289524752791?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6142611289524752791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=6142611289524752791&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/6142611289524752791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/6142611289524752791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-almost-missed-chance-to-carve-pumpkin.html' title='Pumpkins!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQ5gIiSjTvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Gg81rtBMtZ8/s72-c/10.31.08+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-414368295231217584</id><published>2008-11-02T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:07:57.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'>Halloween, my favorite time of year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQ5NFVYbB0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/St1nwUPa1b0/s1600-h/10.31.08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQ5NFVYbB0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/St1nwUPa1b0/s320/10.31.08+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264229768476952386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZORRO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For a friends Halloween party I dressed up as Zorro.  I loved it!  I got to wear the leather boots that I'm taking on my mission!  The only thing I was missing was the authentic Zorro hat but this comes pretty close!  It was way fun running around in this costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQ5NhKG0p6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XONgaiMRUp0/s1600-h/10.31.08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-414368295231217584?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/414368295231217584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=414368295231217584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/414368295231217584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/414368295231217584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-my-favorite-time-of-year.html' title='Halloween, my favorite time of year!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQ5NFVYbB0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/St1nwUPa1b0/s72-c/10.31.08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-4515480020433098878</id><published>2008-10-29T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:31:44.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Prep'/><title type='text'>ImmunIZED!</title><content type='html'>I would like to say that as of yesterday I am now officially immunized against any disease living in the universe!  Bring on the Disease and Pestilence baby! I'm ready!  You know how when you first buy a dog and you have to ask if they have all their shots....I thought of that when I got my last shot yesterday and laughed.  Just in case I turn into a dog in Argentina and I start biting everyone, I'm covered! haha  As if I haven't had enough shots from going to Ghana, I've had to get boosters of more just to be good for the next 2 years without worrying!  Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Typhoid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meningitis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yellow Fever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diphtheria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pertussis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tetanus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Polio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Measles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mumps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rubella&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hepatitis A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hepatitis B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I've tested negative for Tuberculosis!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yikes!  That's a long list!  But don't worry I didn't get all those shots just barely, and some of those diseases are combined in one shot, thank goodness. I've had to get 6 shots in the past 4 months though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-4515480020433098878?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4515480020433098878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=4515480020433098878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/4515480020433098878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/4515480020433098878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/10/immunized.html' title='ImmunIZED!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-7767475965449077617</id><published>2008-10-25T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:22:42.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Haley's Ouchie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQP8YxJyU0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GvvZ3pZiQWU/s1600-h/9.20.08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQP8YxJyU0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GvvZ3pZiQWU/s320/9.20.08+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261326292140315458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A month ago Haley got this CACTUS stuck in the side of her foot!  I tried to pull it out but it has microscopic hooks that don't pull out!  (She was screaming at the top of her lungs the whole time!) Eventually my Dad got tweezers to pull it out.  Dad knows best, of course!  Finally it loosened up and he yanked it out!  It flew straight up a foot into the air......THEN LANDED RIGHT BACK ONTO HER FOOT!!!!  Haley started screaming even louder! "AAHHHHHHH! AHHHH! AHHHHHHH!!!!"  Mouth wide open, eyes filled with tears.  We felt so bad for her but couldn't help but laughing at how ironic it was that it would land back on her foot!   HAHA  I don't think Haley trusts us anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-7767475965449077617?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7767475965449077617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=7767475965449077617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/7767475965449077617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/7767475965449077617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/10/haleys-ouchie.html' title='Haley&apos;s Ouchie!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQP8YxJyU0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GvvZ3pZiQWU/s72-c/9.20.08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-5140404370656747992</id><published>2008-10-25T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:02:47.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Prep'/><title type='text'>Mission Prep</title><content type='html'>I found a way to test how water proof my pea coat is!  I was worried that the coat I had now would leave me wet in a torrential downpour in Argentina so I brainstormed ways to test it to see if I had to buy a new one!  This is what I thought of...&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQP3i2vejbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YjiWmYC4b5Y/s1600-h/9.20.08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQP3i2vejbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YjiWmYC4b5Y/s320/9.20.08+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261320967881133490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQP3tpiT0rI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mEbXNDoxDf4/s1600-h/9.20.08+008.jpg"&gt;              &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQP3tpiT0rI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mEbXNDoxDf4/s320/9.20.08+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261321153314804402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Results:  My pea coat rocks!  After standing under the water for a while the water never soaked through my coat!  I stayed dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Do try this at home! How good is your coat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-5140404370656747992?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5140404370656747992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=5140404370656747992&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/5140404370656747992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/5140404370656747992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/10/mission-prep.html' title='Mission Prep'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SQP3i2vejbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YjiWmYC4b5Y/s72-c/9.20.08+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-2943257274074030491</id><published>2008-10-25T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:03:55.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embarrassing'/><title type='text'>Why don't ENGAGED MEN wear rings!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I feel dumb.  I totally just asked this guy I work with to hang out with me, but little did I know that he was engaged!&lt;br /&gt;This is how it went down: Right before I left work I saw this poster advertising for a Halloween 5k where you run in your costume, being as excited as I was I told the guy that I was hosting with that night how cool it looked, asked him if he runs and he's like, "ya, I do when my sister wants me to run with her at night but I'm mostly into sports like soccer or basketball."  I was thinking well, people run a lot in soccer I'm sure he's a good runner so I told him he should come run it with me!&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Come on! It will be so awesome!  You can run it in a costume!"&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what he said, but he basically never said yes.  Then 5 seconds later this server (who didn't know what we were talking about) came over and interrupted us and told us how bad her night was. A minute into her story she says, "Ya, so when are you getting married Andy?  This lady who knows you asked me tonight!"&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head: WHAT?!  I just hit on an ENGAGED MAN?!!! How stupid am I right now?!!!&lt;br /&gt;What I really said, "You're getting married?!  Awesome!  I didn't know that!  How come you never bring your fiance in?"&lt;br /&gt;After that conversation I left and was totally thinking how dumb I looked from a 3rd person perspective.  I could see me ask this engaged guy to go running with me and then see what was going through his head!  Probably "I don't think my fiance would be down with me to go running with other girls! Please stop asking me! There's an awkward churning in my stomach!"  Luckily he didn't say anything when I asked him.  I almost told him I felt dumb asking him after I found out but I lacked courage so I just walked out and once I reached my car I started laughing uncontrollably!&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving in two and half weeks to the MTC anyways, so why do I even try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-2943257274074030491?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2943257274074030491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=2943257274074030491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/2943257274074030491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/2943257274074030491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-dont-engaged-men-wear-rings.html' title='Why don&apos;t ENGAGED MEN wear rings!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-8186963755889972051</id><published>2008-09-18T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:01:33.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>The Irack</title><content type='html'>This is one of my all time favorite videos!  Mad TV comes out with some pretty good parodies sometimes, they crack me up!  Sally (my cool aunt) sent me this video almost a year ago and I still watch it every once in a while for  a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xcjLEwZqcQI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xcjLEwZqcQI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-8186963755889972051?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8186963755889972051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=8186963755889972051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/8186963755889972051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/8186963755889972051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/09/irack.html' title='The Irack'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-3089950804192551659</id><published>2008-09-16T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:12:55.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>I love this, recycling really is good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1435079/it_all_comes_back_to_you.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size =" 1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1435079/it_all_comes_back_to_you/"&gt;It All Comes Back To You&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The funniest movie is here. Find it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-3089950804192551659?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3089950804192551659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=3089950804192551659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/3089950804192551659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/3089950804192551659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-this-recycling-really-is-good.html' title='I love this, recycling really is good!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-4317909946664203452</id><published>2008-09-13T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:10:30.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>What's your mission? Neuquen.  Neo what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvyoOX0WbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ihdODGKD5vI/s1600-h/argentina+neuquen+mission.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvyoOX0WbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ihdODGKD5vI/s320/argentina+neuquen+mission.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245552963869759922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it, no one knows where Neuquen is let alone knows how to pronounce it.  I finally have a picture of my mission!  Here it is highlighted in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;! It's a pretty big mission!  I'll be grabbing more pictures of what it looks like and post them soon!  It's beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-4317909946664203452?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4317909946664203452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=4317909946664203452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/4317909946664203452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/4317909946664203452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-your-mission-neuquen-neo-what.html' title='What&apos;s your mission? Neuquen.  Neo what?'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvyoOX0WbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ihdODGKD5vI/s72-c/argentina+neuquen+mission.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-7828774068055993411</id><published>2008-09-12T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:34:28.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>Life as a Preamie</title><content type='html'>Preamie=Pre-missionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the nick name girls give guys that haven't gone on missions yet or that are about to (this term is also used in girl conversation such as, "I'd like to date him, but he's a preamie"= meaning he's not that mature yet).  So technically I fall into this category in a different way;  I'm going to be a missionary, and I have yet to enter the MTC.  Although a girl preamie has a totally different conotation to it than a boy preamie!  Unless guys say, "She's a preamie, I can't date her, she's about to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;go &lt;/span&gt;on a mission."  If guys really say that I'd like to know!  PS, in exactly 2 months I'll be in the MTC!&lt;br /&gt;Other news, I revamped my blog! Big thanks to my blog role model &lt;a href="http://www.vestlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dani Vest&lt;/a&gt; who happily gave me the same html code she crafted!  I couldn't figure out how she made hers look so good and well balanced on each side, so I asked her how to fix it and she simply told me to take hers because going through the code would take a while!  Dani thanks again!  Once I have the time to play with the code, I'll be changing the color so I'm not so much of a copy cat! :D&lt;br /&gt;Quick news:  I work at Fire House Pizzeria restaurant and I love it.  Its always insanely busy which is pretty fun to work in, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;I also love seeing people from my life before Hawaii.  To tell the truth I have missed a lot from Logan that I have left behind!  But thats a different story I'll tell later. Other quick news, I'm talking in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stake Conference&lt;/span&gt; this Sunday! And in the line up of speakers will be apostle Quentin L. Cook!  Has anyone else gave a talk with an apostle before?  This is a little crazy! And advice would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that I'm leaving in 60 days! Time is flying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-7828774068055993411?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7828774068055993411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=7828774068055993411&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/7828774068055993411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/7828774068055993411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-as-preamie.html' title='Life as a Preamie'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-8928835840850977310</id><published>2008-08-13T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:12:53.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SKKQ8yvDMTI/AAAAAAAAABg/PNfQ4j3ryN8/s1600-h/argentina-flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SKKQ8yvDMTI/AAAAAAAAABg/PNfQ4j3ryN8/s320/argentina-flag.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233905091043602738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    And the results are in! I'm going on a mission to NEUQUEN, ARGENTINA!  I love that I'm going back to Argentina!  I also love the Spanish language and culture so I'm even more excited!  Even better than that, is that I get to teach the gospel (which I absolutely LOVE!) in Espanol, and to that culture! Triple win there!  And since it's super late I'm going to bed, but I thought I would post this and make it official since I haven't written in a while.  Another cool fact, I got my call on 8-8-08!   The countdown is on, I leave in 91 days to the MTC, or if you're not counting down that is otherwise know as November 12th! I'll write more at more reasonable time of day this week! Chau mis amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-8928835840850977310?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8928835840850977310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=8928835840850977310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/8928835840850977310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/8928835840850977310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-results-are-in-im-going-on-mission.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SKKQ8yvDMTI/AAAAAAAAABg/PNfQ4j3ryN8/s72-c/argentina-flag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-847779114663608371</id><published>2008-07-09T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T02:03:53.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>My Great Return</title><content type='html'>Oh hello!  You probably don't know who I am anymore since I haven't written in forever!  Yes, I am back home in Logan, school is over!  I thought I would be sad to leave Hawaii but so far I've felt pretty good about moving back home!  I love being with my brothers and sisters!  And always having my parents there to talk to about anything is very fun.  There's definitely something that takes place when you move out for college and then move back in.  It's like a switch labeled "I love to talk to my parents" was just turned on.   Don't get me wrong!  I have always loved to talk to my parents, I think it's just more enjoyable now because I haven't been around them for the last year and a half to realize that we think exactly alike!  The only downfall of moving home is that I didn't get my old room back.   In fact, the day after I left to BYU-Hawaii last August, my sister Lauren moved into my room!  The day after!  When I came back at Christmas time I felt out of place because my once soothing lavender walls had been painted a shocking greenish-teal.  It no longer felt like me but a messy middle school girl's room....with Hannah Montana posters on the wall!  However, when I moved back this time I didn't have to stay in my sister's old size-of-a-closet-room for too long! Matt moved out two days ago so I shuffled all my things into his room (which he didn't completely move out of).  I now have room to breathe!  It's in an in between state right now.  It now looks like I not only like to play the guitar and read books (which I do) but that I also like to watch martial arts videos and I now have a strange affinity for nintendo posters and broken skate boards.  I've never had to move into a boys room before... how do I make it girly when the walls are painted gray?  And whats the unspoken time limit for how long brown moving boxes can live in the corner of your room?  I'm sure it would be unethical for me to prolong the absence of forgotten contents from their box lives for too long.  I might as well just pack the rest of Matt's oddities that didn't seem to find a place into his new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;   Other news: I started filling out my mission papers this week!  I'll most likely be turning them in at the end of July so start guessing to where I might be sent!  And PS, paper work is kind of a little tough, I had to run all over town today making doctors appointments, renew my drivers license, renew my passport, get passport photos,  and try to not look like age 20 was a hard year on me in these pictures at the same time because I was beat by the end of it.  (I've never mentioned that I have a dislike for getting stuck with lame picture IDs that I can't do anything about for the next decade! I tried to avoid it all costs.)  My passport looks alright, although my driver's license looks like it could use some help, but after taking my picture for the third time the DMV guy said that that one was going to be it.   Thanks DMV MAN! I'll be thanking you for the next ten years for my eyes half closed and a zoom up of just my face!  I'll have to post a picture of it when I get my real card in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing else is going on.  I'm just looking for a job that lets me still love life at the end of the day and not wish I was eating bugs by the penny to earn money as an alternative!  BIG NEWS, I'm still running and I got my Dad to run with me every so often.  He doesn't know it yet, but he's going to love running eventually!  Maybe just as much as I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-847779114663608371?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/847779114663608371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=847779114663608371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/847779114663608371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/847779114663608371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-great-return.html' title='My Great Return'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-7179606105408033219</id><published>2008-06-12T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:06:08.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooke&apos;s personal triumph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>Booya Grandma! 5k time</title><content type='html'>Zippidie do dah! In my jogging class this morning I ran a 5k in 23 mins and 30 seconds! Just thought I'd throw that out there because I'm feelin great about it! :D  In middle school when I used to run quite a bit I ran a 5k in 29 minutes and I remember thinking that was good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-7179606105408033219?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7179606105408033219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=7179606105408033219&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/7179606105408033219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/7179606105408033219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/06/booya-grandma-5k-time.html' title='Booya Grandma! 5k time'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-1251310172585913582</id><published>2008-06-09T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:43:05.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My roomies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SE32nJxj4qI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eWFOTsKrp-8/s1600-h/roommates+at+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SE32nJxj4qI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eWFOTsKrp-8/s320/roommates+at+temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210091496436654754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hayley Call&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Murray, UT,&lt;/span&gt; Brooke Morrill-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Logan, UT, &lt;/span&gt;Gina Gertsch- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Midway UT, &lt;/span&gt;Ashley Pompa- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riverside, CA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     These are my lovely roommates and I at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Laie&lt;/span&gt;, Hawaii temple! I absolutely love this picture!  We went on Sunday to take "roommate family pictures" because we'll only be here until the end of spring term, which just so happens to be ending in 2 weeks.  It's a little bit sad.  We've all lived in the same house for almost a year now!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; unheard of in college!  Everyone usually moves to a different house or leaves after one semester but once you get a good thing going all you can do is to keep going with it!  And boy, did we GO with it!  We have had many adventures together.  The first week we were all together we created "The Adventure Club".  We would go exploring in the woods, we once set up a lemonade stand (and we made $9!), biked to distant beaches, we danced in the rain, and sometimes camped on the beach to watch the sunrise over the ocean!   I may live in Hawaii, but some of my favorite times were when I was just hanging with my roommates.  I'll miss waking up every morning eating cereal with Gina and Ashley in the living room when Hayley would wake up and the first thing she'd tell us was the crazy dream she had the night before.  And trust me, they were always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy!&lt;/span&gt; I loved it because this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; every morning!  My favorite dream of hers was when she was attacked by kittens!&lt;br /&gt;    I'll miss hanging out on the beach with Ashley!  Every Saturday, without fail, if I wanted to go to the beach, Ashely was always willing to be my beach buddy.   I'll also miss the nights when we wouldn't be able to sleep yet so we'd talk about everything and end up laughing ourselves to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;    Another great roommate time was with Gina.  It started to rain incredibly hard outside once and Gina and I were the only ones home.  We just got back from school and Gina thought of playing in the rain!  So Gina and I not only played in the rain, we went to our neighbors house and jumped on the their trampoline while getting completely soaked!  Pretty soon all the neighbors started looking at the two girls jumping on the trampoline who were laughing their heads off while it poured buckets outside!&lt;br /&gt;    I don't know what we're going to do with ourselves now that we won't be together anymore!  Hayley and Ashley are graduating this term and going back to Utah after, I'll be going on a mission in the fall, and Gina will be the only one coming back in the fall- although she'll be graduating then too!  We're all going our separate ways, but they're all  be good ways! We'll just have to have roommate reunions!  :D  I'm going  to miss these times.... a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-1251310172585913582?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1251310172585913582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=1251310172585913582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/1251310172585913582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/1251310172585913582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-roomies.html' title='My roomies'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SE32nJxj4qI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eWFOTsKrp-8/s72-c/roommates+at+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-6137040340843148126</id><published>2008-06-04T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:51:25.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so good I could Puke!</title><content type='html'>Today in my jogging class I am proud to say that I ran the 1.5 mile in 10:31!  I feel great about it because I beat my previous time by 25 seconds which was 10:56.  And the first time I ran the 1.5 mile I ran it in 12:10.  Yay Running feels so good.  I let you know just how great it felt this morning...I started off running kind of fast because the people that lead started off pretty quick.  As As I continued to run I started to regret eating cake last night at my leadership meeting, I knew I shouldn't have caved in!  Then I started to feel like I was running with 5lb weights on my feet.  Then this awesome guy in my class started running with me.  He's usually the lead runner but he kept running alongside me at first.  As I started to slow down he began to cheer me on!  I know I wouldn't have even come close to the time I got if he didn't help me!  I began to slow down and he turned his head and looked at me, "Come on, you can do it!  What was your previous time?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "10:56"&lt;br /&gt;Brandon,"Well, we're going to beat that!  Keep running! You can puke when we finish!"&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I kept up the pace!  Every time I started falling back he put his fist out and looked back at me to encourage me to not give in!  All I could think was, "He's right!  Just keep going, only so much longer left!  If he was not here I would not be running this fast!"  The last stretch of the run was the hardest!  I started to breath like I had asthma again like I did in middle school and I really did feel like puking or passing out.  But he kept telling me I could do it and to put one foot right in front of the other or to run as fast as I could!  And then, at 10:31 we ran past the finish line still running, not jogging but running just as fast as I started in second place out of my class!  And Brandon didn't even stop to take his walking lap, he kept on running! &lt;br /&gt;Brandon, this one goes out to you!  I know you could've totally kicked trash and wasted us all in the 1.5 mile run but for some reason you helped me do my best and run so hard I felt like puking! Thanks for being my cheerleader!  After I stopped running I almost felt like passing out, my face was so red!  I was incredibly hot and wanted my iPod off me so I stashed it in some flower box and came back for it later haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Brandon is happily married and is extremely nice so don't think we're getting together anytime!  I just loved this story and how awesome he is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-6137040340843148126?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6137040340843148126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=6137040340843148126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/6137040340843148126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/6137040340843148126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-so-good-i-could-puke.html' title='I feel so good I could Puke!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-3548978925795692887</id><published>2008-05-23T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:43:06.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Familia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SDZ2VYZ2crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nAaC7V0--Xk/s1600-h/4-24-08+Home-Mog+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SDZ2VYZ2crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nAaC7V0--Xk/s320/4-24-08+Home-Mog+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203476529173394098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my awesome sisters, who I absolutely miss at times.  If the pacific ocean didn't lie in between us I'd have them over at my house daily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SDZ3joZ2csI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y2JApAlLGTU/s1600-h/Chinaman%27s+Hat+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SDZ3joZ2csI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y2JApAlLGTU/s320/Chinaman%27s+Hat+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203477873498157762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent is my personal batman.  Oh how I love him!  There is a special place in my heart for him! I wish he was running around campus with me in his batman underwear over his pants! I would be so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Logan for a week, Luke and I were feeling adventurous and took a picture by the bull at USU and walked through the cemetery (which took forever, and thought we were going to die!) and finally we found the weeping lady! It was quite joyous! And yes, that is fake chest hair I drew on Luke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SDZ6FYZ2cvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ggYNY5i0t9o/s1600-h/4-24-08+Home-Mog+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SDZ6FYZ2cvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ggYNY5i0t9o/s320/4-24-08+Home-Mog+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203480652341998322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SDZ43YZ2cuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BPWEtMy53c8/s1600-h/4-24-08+Home-Mog+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SDZ43YZ2cuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BPWEtMy53c8/s320/4-24-08+Home-Mog+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203479312312201954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SDZ4d4Z2ctI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S6mZap2QYM8/s1600-h/4-24-08+Home-Mog+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SDZ4d4Z2ctI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S6mZap2QYM8/s320/4-24-08+Home-Mog+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203478874225537746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-3548978925795692887?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3548978925795692887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=3548978925795692887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/3548978925795692887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/3548978925795692887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/05/mi-familia.html' title='Mi Familia'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SDZ2VYZ2crI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nAaC7V0--Xk/s72-c/4-24-08+Home-Mog+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608400663346998523.post-6076699842482337168</id><published>2008-05-15T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:49:44.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My First Post'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello dear friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Welcome to my life!  I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brooke Morrill&lt;/span&gt;, I live in Laie, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La-E-ay&lt;/span&gt;) Hawaii and currently I go to school at BYU-Hawaii.  I really love it!  There is no cold weather here and I live right across from Huki Lau beach.  Yes, Huki Lau beach!  Just like the song- you can only guess where the song originated from!  Are you jealous yet?  Try not to hate me.  It's spring term here and I'm in love with my class schedule.  First I wake up at 5:20am, class is at 6am.  I don't use all 40 minutes getting ready, 15 of those minutes is me just sitting in my bed wondering why I'm awake at such an insane time trying not to fall back asleep.  After I get up I try not to wake up my roommate, get dressed and eventually ride my bike to school through the sleeping town of Laie. This lovely 6am class I go to is called jogging.  I thought going to class at 6am everyday would be hard but I'm pretty proud of myself for going to bed early and waking up early too! I feel like a big kid!  I have now transformed from a night owl into a morning bird.....I'm not sure what type of morning bird that would be but I'm guessing there aren't any morning owls.  It would have to be one of those chirping birds that are so ridiculously happy that its morning once again (like everyday!) and all they can do chirp even louder because who knows if there is going to be another morning as magical as this one! So yes, I am a gay morning bird that is happy that I'm awake while the rest of the world is still asleep to welcome the new day. :D &lt;br /&gt;    I recommend taking fitness classes in college.   You get to work out, and you still get to work out even if you don't want to, which equals = you burn calories, and you still burn calories when you would've quite if you were working out on your own.  Pretty smart, its better than getting  a membership at a gym! I'm also getting better at jogging and it's not as difficult anymore, eventually I plan on running a half marathon in the fall.  If you want, you should join me in this endeavor!  I plan on making a shirt with my name on it or something cool that people will cheer me on with!  Should I put my name on it? Or would it be funnier if I had some other crazy name?  I wonder if the cheering crowd at a marathon that saw a white girl running by with Shaquana on her shirt would still call her that? I'm pretty confident they would! &lt;br /&gt;    Besides that I have History 201 for two hours right after jogging. It's a miracle I stay awake for that long from 7am-9am. Then I'm done.  Tuesdays and Thursdays I take Pearl Of Great Price. It really helps to have a religion teacher that knows what he's talking about. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Other random things that apply to me, I work at the library and overlook all the computers that are being used.  Which means I could look at what you're looking at on your computer.  It's quite fun sometimes, I'm not going to lie :D  I'm also the gospel doctrine teacher in my ward and have been since September 2006. It's awesome!  I love teaching!  Teaching is my major by the way.  I will probably teach High school Spanish or English or possibly elementary school.   Not sure yet, but since I'm only a sophomore in college I haven't gotten too far into my actual major to find out.&lt;br /&gt;I think this entry blog is ridiculously long and since I have had all the time in the world to write this at the moment I've kind of forgot to keep it short.  I'm at work right now.  So I must go and until I post again I hope you can't get me out of your head!&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXOX Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3608400663346998523-6076699842482337168?l=thebrookelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6076699842482337168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3608400663346998523&amp;postID=6076699842482337168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/6076699842482337168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608400663346998523/posts/default/6076699842482337168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrookelife.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-dear-friends-welcome-to-my-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10081146731606258248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_okJhPsDVnSw/SMvwKq3u81I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qseoTs_t0yk/S220/BrookeMorrill1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
