<?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-2609081178607295454</id><updated>2011-10-16T21:48:54.121-07:00</updated><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>A simple time...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-62967649314841829</id><published>2011-05-31T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T16:24:55.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice quiet week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sphWd_r7Nh8/TeV4L3KUIJI/AAAAAAAAARo/_Tw7PBq6BeM/s1600/DSC_0285.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sphWd_r7Nh8/TeV4L3KUIJI/AAAAAAAAARo/_Tw7PBq6BeM/s320/DSC_0285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613024655768297618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYG_YHrN7Z4/TeV3w1HoloI/AAAAAAAAARg/l9R997-b2Y0/s1600/DSC_0334.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYG_YHrN7Z4/TeV3w1HoloI/AAAAAAAAARg/l9R997-b2Y0/s320/DSC_0334.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613024191363716738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oyLtCQPiBr0/TeV3w1v8RdI/AAAAAAAAARY/jjipVuTEVhE/s1600/DSC_0318.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oyLtCQPiBr0/TeV3w1v8RdI/AAAAAAAAARY/jjipVuTEVhE/s320/DSC_0318.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613024191532778962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0MtRS5HJwo/TeV3wm5GmdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/maFiCwhvwAk/s1600/DSC_0306.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0MtRS5HJwo/TeV3wm5GmdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/maFiCwhvwAk/s320/DSC_0306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613024187544672722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vXCgmNsRnM/TeV3wA1Dw-I/AAAAAAAAARI/PLpKYhuMllw/s1600/DSC_0244.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vXCgmNsRnM/TeV3wA1Dw-I/AAAAAAAAARI/PLpKYhuMllw/s320/DSC_0244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613024177327162338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family LOVES the month of May.  We all try to schedule as much into the month as possible.  This year was no exception, in fact as the last week was approaching we decided we better cram in a few extra activities.  My youngest brother decided to get married on Wednesday.  My other brother and his wife decided that moments after the wedding festivities were done that it was time to head to the hospital to have a baby.  Not to be left out my sister and I decided that as soon as her family reunion was done that we would have both of our girls baptized.  Not too much for a five day period.  So, here are a few pictures I managed to snag during our business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-62967649314841829?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/62967649314841829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=62967649314841829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/62967649314841829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/62967649314841829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/05/nice-quiet-week.html' title='A nice quiet week...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sphWd_r7Nh8/TeV4L3KUIJI/AAAAAAAAARo/_Tw7PBq6BeM/s72-c/DSC_0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-2851541663077852731</id><published>2011-05-18T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:08:21.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGrDEI2qg74/TdSD-9k_RPI/AAAAAAAAARA/kkbEoH-Ql7w/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGrDEI2qg74/TdSD-9k_RPI/AAAAAAAAARA/kkbEoH-Ql7w/s400/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608252553687942386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one begin?  Can you ever really understand the memories that run across my mind as I stare at this picture and others like it.   This woman gave.  That is what she did.  She was always giving.  I remember asking my mom how I would repay her for her generosity.  My mom insisted that neither she or her mom, my Grandma expected repayment.  They only expected me to continue sharing all that I have with my children.    I can and will do that.  I will also try to show them the value of an education, help them see the beauty in the world that surrounds them, and help them to feel the love that comes from spending time with family.   I will try to help them understand the excitement she had for missionaries, and why she felt that was such an important work.   I will carry on the legacy of love and teasing that she and my Grandpa shared.&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/2609081178607295454-2851541663077852731?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/2851541663077852731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=2851541663077852731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2851541663077852731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2851541663077852731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/05/grandma.html' title='Grandma'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGrDEI2qg74/TdSD-9k_RPI/AAAAAAAAARA/kkbEoH-Ql7w/s72-c/DSC_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6408347785637713024</id><published>2011-04-19T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T18:18:47.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe at Costco!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8W2WOdlzLA/Ta40QZqlOXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SqtiUcrkNkk/s1600/photo-6.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8W2WOdlzLA/Ta40QZqlOXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SqtiUcrkNkk/s400/photo-6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597468843240143218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDt2Ck7_WQk/Ta40QBZIRsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/lCTWZVrT-Do/s1600/Chloe%2Bat%2Bcostco.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDt2Ck7_WQk/Ta40QBZIRsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/lCTWZVrT-Do/s400/Chloe%2Bat%2Bcostco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597468836724491970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my beautiful daughter at a Costco near you!!!  (If you live in Utah, and hopefully others.)&lt;div&gt;While I have NO desire for my children to get into modeling, this is kind of fun.   I was able to get some great pictures from Shana Whipple Photography, and I get to brag about how pretty my little girl is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I learned they had pictures of her for their new display I had to drag her into the Lehi Costco last weekend.  (Even though it will be at our Costco soon.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-6408347785637713024?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6408347785637713024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6408347785637713024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6408347785637713024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6408347785637713024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2011/04/chloe-at-costco.html' title='Chloe at Costco!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8W2WOdlzLA/Ta40QZqlOXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SqtiUcrkNkk/s72-c/photo-6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-464418513402145434</id><published>2010-12-22T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T09:06:42.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen remodel....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TRIu5MxpNUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SsDapCVBz2k/s1600/kitchennew_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TRIu5MxpNUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SsDapCVBz2k/s320/kitchennew_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553552850718111042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TRIuiKlP7xI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yqh30UZjZKc/s1600/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TRIuiKlP7xI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yqh30UZjZKc/s320/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553552454992260882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TRIuhge9iEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hMPzdIuVlcU/s1600/photo%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TRIuhge9iEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hMPzdIuVlcU/s320/photo%2B%25285%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553552443691599938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting closer!!!!  I can not express how excited I am to have this almost done!  We still need appliances, the granite, and the bead board around the island, but it is coming together.  It is a lot more of a Country look than I have done in the past, but I do think I will like it.  The green looks amazing against the cream!  We also raised the microwave because my canning pot only just fit before, but I knew once I get my gas stove it would be too tight.  I think that this helped break up the looong line of cabinets we had before!  Now if I can just get the painter out of my house!!!!  (It has been a month.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-464418513402145434?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/464418513402145434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=464418513402145434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/464418513402145434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/464418513402145434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/12/kitchen-remodel.html' title='Kitchen remodel....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TRIu5MxpNUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SsDapCVBz2k/s72-c/kitchennew_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-7399252962237210065</id><published>2010-11-29T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T12:57:16.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage is a CRAP-SHOOT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TPQO2AoS8yI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Yl7NpaJdqtY/s1600/TWO%2Bof%2Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TPQO2AoS8yI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Yl7NpaJdqtY/s320/TWO%2Bof%2Bus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545073362244662050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister came up with this theory:  marriage is a crap-shoot!  And I completely agree!  How well did we really know the person we married?  Being LDS most of us were young (I was 20), we dated  only a few months (OK, I surpassed that one with over a year), we never lived together, chances are he was not into his career (Chris had only one semester of school done--much less a career).   I knew he was cute, smart, and ambitious (hugh? what's that?)  Eleven years later I saw my husband for the first time this morning--this time for who he really is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out my frost covered window I saw him as he finished shoveling my driveway.  He took a moment out in the bitter cold to pull out the bright orange sled and push our little blond boy down the mountain of snow they had built together.  I could only see the giggles that filled the chilly air, but I knew in that moment that I had everything.  Five happy, healthy children, and a husband/father that exceeded all of my girlish dreams.  I think I won in this game of crap-shoot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-7399252962237210065?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/7399252962237210065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=7399252962237210065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7399252962237210065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7399252962237210065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/11/marriage-is-crap-shoot.html' title='Marriage is a CRAP-SHOOT!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TPQO2AoS8yI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Yl7NpaJdqtY/s72-c/TWO%2Bof%2Bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-988583888870147208</id><published>2010-11-12T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T07:59:29.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful...</title><content type='html'>Our family is talking in church in a couple of weeks.  (ugh! it was bound to happen with being new to the ward, but I was hoping we could skip it.)  I sat down at the computer this morning to start my talk.  I read some great talks, and started writing some very profound thoughts.  I was feeling very proud of my progress, so I took a break.  I checked face book and my usual blogs, then closed the tab to return to my talk.  Up popped another document.  On the top was Anna's talk, on the bottom was Preston's.  I was humbled,  each wrote of their love and gratitude for their family and their Father in Heaven.  They were written in their own words. Chris and I had told them we were speaking, but had not had a chance to guide them on what they were supposed to speak.  They spoke from the heart, they bore their testimonies in a way that I could not.   Nothing I wrote could be as profound as their beautiful and simple knowledge.&lt;div&gt;For children that remind me what true gratitude is... I am thankful...&lt;/div&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/2609081178607295454-988583888870147208?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/988583888870147208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=988583888870147208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/988583888870147208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/988583888870147208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-925302023311708475</id><published>2010-10-31T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T17:37:04.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pictures from our last Newport/Disneyland trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TM4KtchnR-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/FU101IuCrCc/s1600/tori+%26+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TM4KtchnR-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/FU101IuCrCc/s320/tori+%26+girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534372767952488418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;These must be my favorite girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TM4Ksyj415I/AAAAAAAAAP4/e7EIja-nzNQ/s1600/zac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TM4Ksyj415I/AAAAAAAAAP4/e7EIja-nzNQ/s320/zac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534372756687738770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TM4Ksyj415I/AAAAAAAAAP4/e7EIja-nzNQ/s1600/zac.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would you believe it took a little convincing that sand really is a wonderful thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TM4Ksm-33SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xKv19-Fu95k/s1600/c+%26+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TM4Ksm-33SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xKv19-Fu95k/s320/c+%26+c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534372753579695394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TM4Ksm-33SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xKv19-Fu95k/s1600/c+%26+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tell me that is not pure joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TM4KsaAZwNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VH4YslJvQl8/s1600/3+kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TM4KsaAZwNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VH4YslJvQl8/s320/3+kid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534372750096449746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy kids!  I guess we will just have to go again next month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-925302023311708475?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/925302023311708475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=925302023311708475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/925302023311708475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/925302023311708475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/10/few-pictures-from-our-last.html' title='A few pictures from our last Newport/Disneyland trip.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TM4KtchnR-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/FU101IuCrCc/s72-c/tori+%26+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-5866331032755744033</id><published>2010-09-26T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T14:53:53.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little laugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOsDMFPQtLg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOsDMFPQtLg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&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/2609081178607295454-5866331032755744033?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/5866331032755744033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=5866331032755744033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5866331032755744033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5866331032755744033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-little-laugh.html' title='Just a little laugh!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6733632930054062753</id><published>2010-09-13T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T08:11:57.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P-Dawg!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TI45yrXZVHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/t5sri5Fw2Co/s320/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516410136372532338" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TI44CtdZy2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/jOpRCH9hqZI/s1600/IM000124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TI44CtdZy2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/jOpRCH9hqZI/s200/IM000124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516408212789250914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know which brother to blame, but that is the nick-name that he got stuck with.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TI44CUf9ovI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WKHc-hxgi1c/s1600/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TI44CUf9ovI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WKHc-hxgi1c/s200/DSC00432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516408206089102066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TI44CMfElxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WW3Kz8jPGG4/s1600/Melissa+Pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TI44CMfElxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WW3Kz8jPGG4/s200/Melissa+Pregnant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516408203937879826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, this is a pregnancy picture, taken just a week before he was born!  (The things my mother can talk me into...ugh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TI44BcR0bQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CYPlq2rvVZI/s1600/preston+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TI44BcR0bQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CYPlq2rvVZI/s200/preston+16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516408190997392642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Perfection!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can not believe what nine years has brought!!!  When he was born, I had no idea what my life was turning into.  I knew that there would be a few sleepless nights, a couple of stinky diapers, a cute boy to cuddle, a new name for me...It was going to be great!  I had no idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now know you don't ever sleep--even if they are.   A clean diaper does not last more than a moment, but potty training only takes a day if you wait until he is three.   He does not snuggle unless he is sick, but he gives the greatest hugs, kisses, and knows just the right moment to say, "I love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really understood how wonderful it would be to be a mother.  (Don't get me wrong, it is hard, it hurts, and it NEVER slows down.)  When I see this kid help his brother build a train, or pick up his sister after a fall, or feel my burdens lightened by his helping hands, then  I am grateful for him.  He has been a constant comfort when my life seemes very dark and confusing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am rambling again, but I want to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my favorite NINE year old.  (Just a couple days late, but...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-6733632930054062753?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6733632930054062753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6733632930054062753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6733632930054062753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6733632930054062753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/09/p-dawg.html' title='P-Dawg!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TI45yrXZVHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/t5sri5Fw2Co/s72-c/Picture+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-4251385207763820833</id><published>2010-09-02T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:40:28.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TH_vIbLC8lI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eyuU772zEM4/s1600/DSC_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TH_vIbLC8lI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eyuU772zEM4/s320/DSC_0179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512387396936856146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl started school today.  I am 100% OK with this.  No, really, I am!  I only cried a little bit!  OK, maybe I am lying.  I am going to miss having  her around.  She is what keeps me going on so many days.  The girl is full of energy and crazy ideas.  She is always bouncing around the house, blond curls flying every where.  Sigh... now it is just me and the boys.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who is going to remind me to put on my lipstick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-4251385207763820833?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/4251385207763820833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=4251385207763820833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4251385207763820833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4251385207763820833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/09/off-to-schools.html' title='Off to School!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TH_vIbLC8lI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eyuU772zEM4/s72-c/DSC_0179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-8231393053857753371</id><published>2010-08-24T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:46:29.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so slow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/THRnEyKDJII/AAAAAAAAAOo/EA63uLVwjDA/s1600/photo-5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/THRnEyKDJII/AAAAAAAAAOo/EA63uLVwjDA/s320/photo-5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509141576062018690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little slow getting a picture posted of his bright green cast. (Just blame it on the food poisoning!)  Everyday it gets a little less bright green.  How do you keep a two year old clean?  We have been keeping a bag on it when he eats, but the kid is two, which means he is into everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-8231393053857753371?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/8231393053857753371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=8231393053857753371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/8231393053857753371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/8231393053857753371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-slow.html' title='so slow...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/THRnEyKDJII/AAAAAAAAAOo/EA63uLVwjDA/s72-c/photo-5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-5345262986049013137</id><published>2010-08-10T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:00:58.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I mention this CHILD is trouble?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TGHYxYIZoEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Kzb3HhRXI0o/s1600/photo-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TGHYxYIZoEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Kzb3HhRXI0o/s320/photo-4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503918562426331202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We had a nice long visit to the doctor today.  I guess it was bound to happen to one of my kids eventually.  His arm is broken (two bones just above the wrist), it is in a splint until the swelling goes down and then a cast.  I kind of wish they would cast it now.   I don't think the doctors understand how busy a two year old can be.  How am I going to convince him to keep this one?  Is it strong enough to really protect him from the life of a two year old boy that has three busy older siblings?  &lt;div&gt;I guess this is what I signed up for when I chose to become a mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-5345262986049013137?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/5345262986049013137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=5345262986049013137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5345262986049013137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5345262986049013137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/08/did-i-mention-this-one-is-trouble.html' title='Did I mention this CHILD is trouble?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TGHYxYIZoEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Kzb3HhRXI0o/s72-c/photo-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6578877182330547738</id><published>2010-08-04T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:18:52.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is trying to teach me...or trying to break me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TFmXcbVRFZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/18f_5bbYbKk/s1600/DSC_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TFmXcbVRFZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/18f_5bbYbKk/s200/DSC_0274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501594934438860178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this kid.  Really I do, but...he is pushing me to the limits.  I have never really experienced the terrible twos.  Usually it does not hit until my kids hit three (I swear it was never this bad)., but this child is made for destruction (see those broad shoulders).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His thought process:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is meant to be chucked across the room, down the stairs, or at your brother (the one that can't even try to catch)!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find something to color on:  wall, floor, furniture, anything but the paper Mom gave me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't eat anything that Mom requests, wait until you are ignored and sneak into the pantry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'NO' is the favorite word, and it is meant to be shouted with more attitude than Mother ever imagined.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I don't shout NO, I make this terrible shrill sound that causes my Mother to shudder uncontrollably.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pull my sister's hair if I feel she might be ignoring me (perhaps quietly preoccupied by anything else).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALWAYS do the opposite of what Mom requests; get out of the car on the opposite side she opens for me, run upstairs if she says come here, scream when she asks for quiet, etc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I REALLY LOVE this child, and I will learn:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He does better if I let him chose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will never obey if I command.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has his own agenda, and I would do well to follow it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't argue, or try to reason:  he is TWO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope he will outgrow this!&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/2609081178607295454-6578877182330547738?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6578877182330547738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6578877182330547738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6578877182330547738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6578877182330547738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-is-teaching-meor-trying-to-break-me.html' title='He is trying to teach me...or trying to break me!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TFmXcbVRFZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/18f_5bbYbKk/s72-c/DSC_0274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-3816105056810551000</id><published>2010-08-03T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:58:06.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Beauty!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TFhXxSbx5cI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1P7XWLQcdNQ/s1600/IMG_3687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TFhXxSbx5cI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1P7XWLQcdNQ/s200/IMG_3687.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501243449106621890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new four year old got the chance to do a little modeling for a hair accessory company.  Who wouldn't kill for blond curls like hers?  I am excited because we got some great pictures.  I will post more when I can figure out how to dummy the size down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-3816105056810551000?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/3816105056810551000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=3816105056810551000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/3816105056810551000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/3816105056810551000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-little-beauty.html' title='My little Beauty!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TFhXxSbx5cI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1P7XWLQcdNQ/s72-c/IMG_3687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-2700900534802851</id><published>2010-08-02T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T09:50:02.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few baby pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TFb3E8dNJvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ivQ8qgXx1Hw/s1600/DSC_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TFb3E8dNJvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ivQ8qgXx1Hw/s200/DSC_0181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500855659199801074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TFb3ETexHmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/a8QVMpFhpko/s1600/DSC_0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TFb3ETexHmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/a8QVMpFhpko/s200/DSC_0191.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500855648200498786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-2700900534802851?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/2700900534802851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=2700900534802851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2700900534802851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2700900534802851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-few-baby-pictures.html' title='Just a few baby pictures...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TFb3E8dNJvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ivQ8qgXx1Hw/s72-c/DSC_0181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-232530421573223064</id><published>2010-07-27T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:37:12.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After...and...Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TE9O1ivbP1I/AAAAAAAAANw/vECEMPY4vx4/s1600/photo-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TE9O1ivbP1I/AAAAAAAAANw/vECEMPY4vx4/s320/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498700351808421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TE9O1E2-2OI/AAAAAAAAANo/GYX8YixVYB0/s1600/formaldiningroom_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TE9O1E2-2OI/AAAAAAAAANo/GYX8YixVYB0/s320/formaldiningroom_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498700343787051234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are slowly making a few changes to our home.  This one is my favorite!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really HATE all the peach walls we have in our house, and for the record, the before picture is from the previous owners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of like the decorating thing, but I am not sure my husband is very confident in my abilities.  He looked at me cross eyed when I suggested painting a main room (and not a baby room) in powder blue.  Then he got really conserned when I said I wanted to add bright orange accents to the room.  I ordered some black and white chairs, but they did not work, so I will be waiting for something else to catch my eye.  I am also waiting on a black chest.  I am not usually a very contemporary decorator, but I wanted something unique for our music room.  Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-232530421573223064?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/232530421573223064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=232530421573223064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/232530421573223064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/232530421573223064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/07/afterandbefore.html' title='After...and...Before'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TE9O1ivbP1I/AAAAAAAAANw/vECEMPY4vx4/s72-c/photo-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-7465696621657992749</id><published>2010-06-28T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T07:30:09.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TCix5c5_NVI/AAAAAAAAANc/bfnrh2wsQAQ/s1600/photo-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TCix5c5_NVI/AAAAAAAAANc/bfnrh2wsQAQ/s320/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487831746521019730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-7465696621657992749?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/7465696621657992749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=7465696621657992749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7465696621657992749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7465696621657992749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-weeks.html' title='Two Weeks'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TCix5c5_NVI/AAAAAAAAANc/bfnrh2wsQAQ/s72-c/photo-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-7574402545557092807</id><published>2010-06-18T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:44:32.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby Creighton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TBwXVZ2BV6I/AAAAAAAAANU/4kKSjp5Mrwc/s1600/Creighton+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TBwXVZ2BV6I/AAAAAAAAANU/4kKSjp5Mrwc/s200/Creighton+blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484284102712580002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TBwXU0xt_-I/AAAAAAAAANM/KzszrbRXp1Q/s1600/Creighton+blog+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TBwXU0xt_-I/AAAAAAAAANM/KzszrbRXp1Q/s200/Creighton+blog+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484284092762423266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TBwXTyHkvhI/AAAAAAAAANE/pHhUgZPqUPQ/s1600/Creighton+blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TBwXTyHkvhI/AAAAAAAAANE/pHhUgZPqUPQ/s200/Creighton+blog+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484284074868915730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week ago Creighton decided to make his grand entrance into this world.  Not quite perfect timing considering my parents were at girls camp, my best friend/on call babysitter was out of the country, and my doctor was in Alaska.  But, thankfully my sister in law met us in the hospital parking lot, and I was blessed to have a friend from my old ward happen to be my labor and delivery nurse.  (Thank you to a familiar face.)   After 3 1/2 hours of labor (1 at home and on the way to the hospital and the rest in the hospital trying to convince him we needed just a couple more hours.)  My labors come quickly, but I needed antibiotics so we needed more time.  He was as patient as possible but...he still came in less than four hours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a couple of scary hours where the NICU was threatened for at least  a week, then 3-4 days, then just a day or two.  They finally just observed him that evening and let him come to the regular nursery that night.  What a fighter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I continued my fever for a couple more days and earned myself a few extra nights in the hospital--which is a joke if you have kids at home.  They released Creighton Sunday night, which meant he could not stay with me--unless we had another adult in the room with us.  Do I send Dad home to be a single father of five, including a nursing newborn?  No, my parents stepped up and took the kids for the next three nights, so Chris could stay with Creighton and me.  I am so grateful for them.  I know they were exhausted from the week before, and to chase my four children around is not a low intensity job.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally Wednesday night the doctors (and I had many) decided my fever was finally under control and they let me go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to say, "I HATE hospitals!!!"  Being crammed in a little room, while my family is somewhere else is not my idea of fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, we had so much help this week.  Dinner, babysitters, visitors, and so much more.  I feel blessed to know my family was WELL taken care of during this crazy ordeal.  So many new neighbors that do not know my family well were willing to step up.  I really hate to feel like a burden, but I do love the feeling of knowing what type of people surround me and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-7574402545557092807?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/7574402545557092807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=7574402545557092807' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7574402545557092807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7574402545557092807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-baby-creighton.html' title='Welcome Baby Creighton'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TBwXVZ2BV6I/AAAAAAAAANU/4kKSjp5Mrwc/s72-c/Creighton+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-214704278323045742</id><published>2010-06-08T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:18:04.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting to settle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TA6JCu9Oq5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/O6dPs-AA6x8/s1600/masterbath1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TA6JCu9Oq5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/O6dPs-AA6x8/s200/masterbath1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480468476614060946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TA6JCU9IEII/AAAAAAAAAMc/E19inZPsPuE/s1600/kitchendiningarea_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TA6JCU9IEII/AAAAAAAAAMc/E19inZPsPuE/s200/kitchendiningarea_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480468469634306178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a crazy couple of weeks, but I think we are finally starting to calm down.  &lt;div&gt;One crazy experience we had during the move included me realizing just hours before picking up the moving truck that I had actually booked it for august 28th instead of may 28th.  Usually this would not have been a big deal, but everybody moves on Memorial Day weekend.  So after calling six or seven truck companies we found one with a cancelation.  It actually turned out to be a blessing, because it was a lot nicer than the truck I originally ordered through U-Haul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again we were blessed with a ton of help from neighbors on both sides of the move.  People were so generous with their time on a holiday weekend that it really did amaze me.  Especially coming into a neighborhood that does not know us at all.  We had two families that specifically stayed through the entire process.  The children (all ages) were even caring some of the smaller boxes.  (This was hard on my pride because I had been benched--being 8+ months pregnant--blagh, blagh blagh...)  My brother and dad worked all day on both sides, while my mom and sister in law took the younger two for the day.  (Again I don't know what I would do without my family.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we got all of our physical belongings into the home, but did not have much of a chance to unpack last week.  I promised the kids I would commute them up to school for the last four days.  This turned out to be a little more work than I originally thought.  I hate driving (for obvious reasons), but rush hour...let's just say my blood-pressure is still struggling.  Then we had baseball games and parties in the evenings, so by the time we got home, it was time for bed.  I was exhausted and no help unpacking.  Saturday was spent in Farmington for a double header baseball game--luckily both games were lost, so we are out of the tournament.  YEA!!!  No more commuting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yesterday was our first day of summer and my chance to help unpack  (gratefully I have a husband with a lot more energy than I have, so a lot has been done after I have gone to bed).  I am still a little overwhelmed at this home.  It is a lot bigger than our last one, but I think in the long run we will appreciate that.  For now I am trying to see past a lot of the little/big things that I want to do to make it MINE.  (like maybe take my own pictures, these are from the listing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2609081178607295454-214704278323045742?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/214704278323045742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=214704278323045742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/214704278323045742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/214704278323045742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/06/starting-to-settle.html' title='Starting to settle.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/TA6JCu9Oq5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/O6dPs-AA6x8/s72-c/masterbath1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-4660817376525634378</id><published>2010-05-21T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T16:30:28.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close...but not quite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S_adoQ7OTRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-23Wt2qnfxo/s1600/DSC02280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S_adoQ7OTRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-23Wt2qnfxo/s200/DSC02280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473735712179113234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you notice it looks familiar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-4660817376525634378?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/4660817376525634378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=4660817376525634378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4660817376525634378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4660817376525634378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/05/closebut-not-quite.html' title='Close...but not quite'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S_adoQ7OTRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-23Wt2qnfxo/s72-c/DSC02280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-7364375045438512829</id><published>2010-05-21T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T07:45:51.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S_ab0HEn9wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/W2T_iyUsRU0/s1600/549081_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S_ab0HEn9wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/W2T_iyUsRU0/s200/549081_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473733716669363970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is it, our new home!!!!  (as long as the funds come through this morning...)  We signed our lives away yesterday afternoon.&lt;div&gt;The greatest perks of this house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.   1.5 miles from Chris work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  8 houses from the walkway that enters schoolyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  The yard is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  We have storage!!!  Lots and lots of storage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  It is ours!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to move in, do a little bit of painting and updating to make it really OURS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-7364375045438512829?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/7364375045438512829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=7364375045438512829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7364375045438512829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7364375045438512829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-it-our-new-home-as-long-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S_ab0HEn9wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/W2T_iyUsRU0/s72-c/549081_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6438495999219386024</id><published>2010-05-18T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T10:21:46.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two types of people in this world...</title><content type='html'>So, the past couple of weeks I have come to a pretty strong observation/opinion.&lt;div&gt;There are two types of people in the world of service.  There are those that are really good at saying, "Give me a call if you need help."  These people are good at changing the subject when the realization that help my be required.  They avoid it at all costs.  They truly believe that they offered, but don't realize that the truth lies on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there are those searching for ways to help.  These are the people that are really available--even if they should not be.  (Example:  a friend that is going on vacation the week we are moving thinks that she is going to somehow provide a couple of meals for my family.  She will find a way--even with my begging her to enjoy her much needed vacation.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am amazed at the true generous offers we have had from friends lately.  I know that many of them live VERY busy lives, but they insist they are available to help pack, watch kids, prepare meals, etc.    I hope that I can be this kind of person.  Honest, helping and kind...even when my own life seems too busy/hard to handle.&lt;/div&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/2609081178607295454-6438495999219386024?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6438495999219386024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6438495999219386024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6438495999219386024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6438495999219386024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-types-of-people-in-this-world.html' title='Two types of people in this world...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6056662900050131678</id><published>2010-04-28T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:10:05.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Years...</title><content type='html'>Next week is our Ten Year Anniversary...who would have known we would make it that long? (jk)&lt;div&gt;I have been fussing about what to do, I want it to be something special.  I want it to sum up what we have been through together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 years ago we were married in the Salt Lake Temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 years ago I was pregnant with P and getting ready to graduate BYU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 years ago we were heading to Europe for not quite a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 years ago we had A, and Chris was graduating from Utah State.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 years ago Chris finished his Masters, he started his career, we overcame Breast Cancer, and we bought our first home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 years ago we got involved with the Hero Foundation, and found our passion for non-for-profit organizations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 years ago we were expecting C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 years ago we hoped to move out of state, but were humbled by the Lords 'greater plan.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 years ago we were expecting Z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 year ago Chris stood by me through my car accident (and the hardest month of my life.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this year we are waiting for baby ?, buying house number 2 (hopefully) and celebrating ten years together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do  you do for the man that has done all that?  What do you do for the man that has been your best friend for 11 years.  What do you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give a sincere thank you, and honestly say, I look forward to the next ten.&lt;/div&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/2609081178607295454-6056662900050131678?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6056662900050131678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6056662900050131678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6056662900050131678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6056662900050131678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/04/ten-years.html' title='Ten Years...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-286581714684186569</id><published>2010-04-21T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:53:55.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My beautiful Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S88aa31gokI/AAAAAAAAAME/9NZ4-u0nsZQ/s1600/DSC_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S88aa31gokI/AAAAAAAAAME/9NZ4-u0nsZQ/s200/DSC_0212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462613921991008834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S88aabscrHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7crx2PmxqX4/s1600/DSC_0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S88aabscrHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7crx2PmxqX4/s200/DSC_0720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462613914436807794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S88aZ_1ekAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/cP6IJkQ_Dlw/s1600/DSC_0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S88aZ_1ekAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/cP6IJkQ_Dlw/s200/DSC_0253.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462613906958487554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S88aZcAN3xI/AAAAAAAAALs/1cWAWzfHnK8/s1600/IM000148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S88aZcAN3xI/AAAAAAAAALs/1cWAWzfHnK8/s200/IM000148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462613897339854610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the the peace maker, always willing to compromise or share with your brothers and sister.  You are also the little mother, smothering Chloe and Zac with more attention than they want.  &lt;div&gt;One favorite memory is of your Preschool teacher commenting that the kids in the class show you their artwork first for approval (a spot usually reserved for the teacher).  But, I could tell she did not mind, because you had won a special place in her heart--just like you manage to with anyone you meet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also love the fact that for the first several weeks of school you would come running home to tell me how you had made ANOTHER friend.  I meet parents at school functions, and they have all heard about "Anna."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for being my little tender heart.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS   I  am OK with you turning seven.  I just dread the day that you turn 13.  Oh, the emotions!!!&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/2609081178607295454-286581714684186569?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/286581714684186569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=286581714684186569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/286581714684186569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/286581714684186569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-beautiful-anna.html' title='My beautiful Anna'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S88aa31gokI/AAAAAAAAAME/9NZ4-u0nsZQ/s72-c/DSC_0212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-7000553130138546743</id><published>2010-04-15T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:39:26.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Buddy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S8c_nmUsn8I/AAAAAAAAALk/j250v_CE7zM/s1600/DSC02748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S8c_nmUsn8I/AAAAAAAAALk/j250v_CE7zM/s400/DSC02748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460403022744821698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S8c_m4y0VkI/AAAAAAAAALc/pzYsEbAWp7o/s1600/DSC_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S8c_m4y0VkI/AAAAAAAAALc/pzYsEbAWp7o/s400/DSC_0157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460403010523125314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats my tough little buddy.  OK he is not really tough, but he tries.  Today he  got a little banged up at recess--hit the four score wall.  He is OK, but he did have to call to talk to me.  It broke my heart to only be able to talk to him on the phone.  I had to tell him he will be OK, when I don't even get to see him, or be there to give him a hug.  Dumb, thats a mom's job.  Now I get the to spend the rest of the day missing my buddy, knowing he is fine, but still fussing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-7000553130138546743?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/7000553130138546743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=7000553130138546743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7000553130138546743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7000553130138546743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-buddy.html' title='My Buddy!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S8c_nmUsn8I/AAAAAAAAALk/j250v_CE7zM/s72-c/DSC02748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-3060909877390794343</id><published>2010-03-09T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:57:10.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-3060909877390794343?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/3060909877390794343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=3060909877390794343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/3060909877390794343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/3060909877390794343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-it-is-nice-to-have-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-94819642886481797</id><published>2010-03-03T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:44:07.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little longing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S486h4XLN2I/AAAAAAAAALU/qz29K_aN9Ls/s1600-h/IMG00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S486h4XLN2I/AAAAAAAAALU/qz29K_aN9Ls/s400/IMG00055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444634828253902690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S486T-bVQnI/AAAAAAAAALM/PlRUPX39u4c/s1600-h/IMG00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S46kMzqruOI/AAAAAAAAALE/0n9tWiTNxi8/s1600-h/DSC_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S46kMrQkH2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/2bqVOEQs1nc/s1600-h/DSC01974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S46kMrQkH2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/2bqVOEQs1nc/s400/DSC01974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444469537215094626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S46kMC9rMLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Uynyg8G_Vfo/s1600-h/DSCF0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S46kMC9rMLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Uynyg8G_Vfo/s400/DSCF0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444469526398447794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S46kLhHShzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WdpXJ39bcI0/s1600-h/P1000418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S46kLhHShzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WdpXJ39bcI0/s400/P1000418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444469517311969074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-94819642886481797?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/94819642886481797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=94819642886481797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/94819642886481797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/94819642886481797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-longing.html' title='A little longing..'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S486h4XLN2I/AAAAAAAAALU/qz29K_aN9Ls/s72-c/IMG00055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6863613659163401471</id><published>2010-02-19T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:40:32.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S37abVycITI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dPIALfLaKTs/s1600-h/DSC_0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S37abVycITI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dPIALfLaKTs/s320/DSC_0553.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440025563150164274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just another picture that makes me happy.&lt;div&gt;This was the first day of school August 2009, when they were both a little nervous about the day.  Where do they turn for support?  I love their choice.  When I can't be there to calm the nerves, it is nice to know that they are looking out for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-6863613659163401471?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6863613659163401471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6863613659163401471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6863613659163401471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6863613659163401471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/02/bff.html' title='BFF!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S37abVycITI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dPIALfLaKTs/s72-c/DSC_0553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-2608099513050290890</id><published>2010-02-18T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:09:08.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little pick me up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S31mtZ83YGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lMOLgGTH7gk/s1600-h/DSC_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S31mtZ83YGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lMOLgGTH7gk/s400/DSC_0099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439616855179747426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How I wish I had a small portion of the spunk she carries.   This was taken over a year ago, but I can't help but smile when I see the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-2608099513050290890?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/2608099513050290890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=2608099513050290890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2608099513050290890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2608099513050290890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-pick-me-up.html' title='A little pick me up...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S31mtZ83YGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lMOLgGTH7gk/s72-c/DSC_0099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-2687611874334048651</id><published>2010-02-17T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:26:08.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Date...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S3xcwzJqOmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/H5ECsZgsJHA/s1600-h/h4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S3xcwzJqOmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/H5ECsZgsJHA/s400/h4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439324443390917218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't figure out how to paste the link, but I can GUARANTEE this is where my husband will be June 18th.  We just hope #5 does not chose that day to come into our home.  Dad would sure hate to miss something like his child's birth, but choices must be made.  Just a bit of trivia...Do you realize that Toy Story 2 came out over 13 years ago.  Luckily it was released to VHS (you remember those terrible things, right?) the day before my husband went into the MTC, October 30, 1996.  That was a close one, to think my husband almost had to postpone his mission.  Luckily, he had a good mother that ran out and bought it for him before he left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-2687611874334048651?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/2687611874334048651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=2687611874334048651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2687611874334048651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2687611874334048651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/02/save-date.html' title='Save the Date...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S3xcwzJqOmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/H5ECsZgsJHA/s72-c/h4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-1789390202455885070</id><published>2010-02-08T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:26:39.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need help...</title><content type='html'>I am trying to compile a list of people I follow, or want to follow--but can't because I am locked out.  If you don't see your blog listed on my blogs that I follow list.  Please email  me your address, and an invite if necessary.   I have been really bad at keeping up on my blog stalking.  (SP?)  I am hopping this will make it easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-1789390202455885070?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/1789390202455885070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=1789390202455885070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/1789390202455885070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/1789390202455885070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-help.html' title='I need help...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-5299440852584101332</id><published>2010-02-06T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:35:26.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That is $1248 year!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S23tloUMcEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZuAU55WG4bg/s1600-h/DSC_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S23tloUMcEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZuAU55WG4bg/s400/DSC_0135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435261556039118914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking that...&lt;div&gt;one hair cut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every two weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for each of my boys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, all four of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is going to cost me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4*26*12=$1248&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and thats at the cheap $12 place)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might take up beauty school at nights, or at least learn how to do a decent boys cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thinking this may be more valuable than my Economics degree at BYU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-5299440852584101332?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/5299440852584101332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=5299440852584101332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5299440852584101332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5299440852584101332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-is-1152-year.html' title='That is $1248 year!!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S23tloUMcEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZuAU55WG4bg/s72-c/DSC_0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-384761578984713691</id><published>2010-02-03T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:10:59.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimenting again...</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things to do is to cook.  It is away for me to relieve stress and to find a little bit of peace even when my house if full of things I want to ignore (yes, sometimes that includes my kids).  My mom has always been a great cook and trying new recipes.  I love it.  She has made some things that will be part of my family memories forever.  &lt;div&gt;Part of cooking should include a few healthy choices.  (Again, my mom engrained in me the fact that there will always be at least one vegetable (but more likely two) with dinner.  To top that off, they have to be different colors--oh, and potatoes don't count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last nine months I have been involved in the greatest vegetable co op (Bountiful Baskets--thanks to Sara).  We get a ton of produce at a great price.  It is fresh, beautiful and ready on hand.  But, it does provide things that are not in my usual meal routines.  This has turned out to be a great thing.  I add a yellow squash to taco soup, or a little zucchini to my spaghetti.  I even cooked brusel sprouts for my husband and kids. (YUCK!!! But, they loved them.  Again---YUCK!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... tonight I am making chicken enchiladas, but with my own tomatillo enchilada sauce.  It is green and smells great, but we will see if it is any good.  Good thing my husband (and kids believe it or not) will try almost anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://77609942-AC53-452D-8E08-C64CA275B60D/Photo-Gallery.aspx.jpg" alt="Photo-Gallery.aspx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-384761578984713691?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/384761578984713691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=384761578984713691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/384761578984713691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/384761578984713691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/02/experimenting-again.html' title='Experimenting again...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6384887666105421031</id><published>2010-01-15T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:21:31.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a moment to brag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S1Dnw1IZqpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K6w943sKckA/s1600-h/+baby+5+quilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S1Dnw1IZqpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K6w943sKckA/s400/+baby+5+quilt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427092377063500434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look what I did...&lt;div&gt;Do NOT compare it to ANY quilt done my friend Kelli, or any of the cute stuff that my mom does, but I DID THIS.   ALL BY MY SELF!!!!  Also realize that I did not have a pattern--I have never made a quilt top before, and I had two children home with me all day (and two more in the afternoon).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am getting excited about another little boy to run my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-6384887666105421031?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6384887666105421031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6384887666105421031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6384887666105421031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6384887666105421031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-moment-to-brag.html' title='just a moment to brag...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S1Dnw1IZqpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/K6w943sKckA/s72-c/+baby+5+quilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-4982303138924073263</id><published>2010-01-12T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:27:40.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 5 is a....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0yi1htzgjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nOTT1rIfVMA/s1600-h/M_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0yi1htzgjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nOTT1rIfVMA/s400/M_8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425890691541860914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0yi1ROBczI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pSCGyRseSDU/s1600-h/M_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0yi1ROBczI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pSCGyRseSDU/s400/M_5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425890687113589554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0yi0_qFylI/AAAAAAAAAI0/mMR8lcLYEc4/s1600-h/M_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0yi0_qFylI/AAAAAAAAAI0/mMR8lcLYEc4/s400/M_4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425890682399476306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having another boy!!!!  REALLY NOT what I expected as many of you know, but I after a few shed tears (and an extra trip to Fetal Foto), I can honestly say I am excited.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just keep thinking I about the possibility of two missionaries.  I already have that problem with Chloe and Zac, but now this one will be exactly two years younger than Zac.  That means the possibility of an overlap.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited for Zac to have a best friend.  I know my brothers have always been very close, and I hope that these two will be as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe on the other hand is not excited.  She wanted, "A girl baby, a Princess!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston is playing the I already knew it card.  And Anna, I don't really know what she thinks, but she has been very helpful in offering up name ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know many of you are asking if this means another in our future, but that is a question that I am not ready to ask (if you know what I mean) or answer.  I am still thinking that a family of seven is HUGE!  --far bigger than I ever expected to have.--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-4982303138924073263?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/4982303138924073263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=4982303138924073263' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4982303138924073263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4982303138924073263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/01/number-5-is.html' title='Number 5 is a....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0yi1htzgjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nOTT1rIfVMA/s72-c/M_8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6933008483904023538</id><published>2010-01-06T14:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:24:17.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's favorite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0UNQrYTWpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FO7M6N33mnc/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0UNQrYTWpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FO7M6N33mnc/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423755906411354770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband loves Toys Story and is holding his breath for the third one this spring.  So when the kids got Woody's autograph...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-6933008483904023538?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6933008483904023538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6933008483904023538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6933008483904023538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6933008483904023538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-disney-pictures.html' title='Dad&apos;s favorite...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0UNQrYTWpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FO7M6N33mnc/s72-c/DSC_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-2480833558472049218</id><published>2010-01-06T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:14:31.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0ULOjKggKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8xD3uJBuzBQ/s1600-h/DSC_0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0ULOjKggKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8xD3uJBuzBQ/s400/DSC_0167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423753670823018658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0ULOJg9W4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/xEvhkkoHajk/s1600-h/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0ULOJg9W4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/xEvhkkoHajk/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423753663937862530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess every blogger needs a few blogs with this title.  I was following a few of my friends fun blogs and feeling guilty about neglecting mine.  I know no one really care what my family has been up to, but it is always fun to see pictures and laugh at the crazy things that husband and kids are doing.  (I never do anything crazy!)&lt;div&gt;Well, except for this one thing-- I am in the process of...building our fifth child.  I had this crazy idea, and now there is no going back.  I am completely exhausted, nauseous, and am pretty sure I have lost my mind.  To all you mothers out there that can handle their children with peace and joy...I am not in that place right now.  Zac is trying to prove he can destroy everything in one day.  That alone is enough to make me cry (hormones--right?).  Well, I  am excited, but really, really terrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now onto bigger and better things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Christmas was wonderful.  Santa visited our house a week before Christmas leaving tickets for Disneyland.  He was even kind enough to have the car packed ready to go.  So, after a quick breakfast we headed off to Newport Beach.  After a LONG day of driving, we arrived at our timeshare to discover my sister and family had a similar experience.  Man, Santa must have been generous this year.  We spent the week playing with cousins and visiting the Happiest place on earth.  Now, I know that you can have great family vacations at much cheaper, more local locations, but this is still my favorite.  What could be better than beautiful weather in a world of make believe, surrounded by the worlds all time greatest children?  (We took the kids a couple of years ago and LOVED IT!!!  So this year we bought annual passes and have plans to return two more times in the next year.  (Yes, the same year I am having a baby--Did I mention I might be CRAZY?)  So, now for some pictures of our trip...Ok this may take a couple posts, it seems my pictures are too big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-2480833558472049218?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/2480833558472049218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=2480833558472049218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2480833558472049218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2480833558472049218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/S0ULOjKggKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8xD3uJBuzBQ/s72-c/DSC_0167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-7756573934627671182</id><published>2009-10-11T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:14:09.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow White for Free</title><content type='html'>I have a few friends that have been bugging me about posting some of my great deals, so here is my favorite this week.&lt;div&gt;Snow White (Blue Ray and DVD) came out on Tuesday.  It was on sale for $19.99 at Toys R Us.  But if you pre ordered then you got a $5 gift card.  (Now 14.99--especially since I had a gift card to pay for it originally.)  Then if you pre-ordered UP then you save $5 on any Disney DVD. (Now $9.99)  Then Disney put out a $10 off coupon for Snow White!  Suddenly I only had to pay $5.71, and that $5 is to go towards my copy of UP!!!  So I got Snow White for free!!!  It is all honest and with in the rules of couponning!!  Loving it!!  I am not to concerned about when UP comes out, because Disney is in the habit of putting out a $10 coupon for each of their new movies...very nice for me with 4 kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-7756573934627671182?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/7756573934627671182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=7756573934627671182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7756573934627671182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7756573934627671182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2009/10/snow-white-for-free.html' title='Snow White for Free'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-4329128834071070214</id><published>2009-09-08T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:25:57.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my greatest blessings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SqcuPjN4fiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5AGtUv0bXTY/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SqcuPjN4fiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5AGtUv0bXTY/s400/DSC00412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379319124603731490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what to think of this past weekend.  I think it opened my heart to  a few of the blessings that I may have been taking for granted.  &lt;div&gt;Friday started easy enough.  The kids got home from school early, so we decide to take them to the movie (by the way, four kids in the theatre is hard!)  When we got home I noticed a couple of missed calls from my mom.  I finally got a hold of her and realized that my dad was not doing well.  He had come home from the hospital earlier that day from a pretty routine surgery.  He was getting pretty sick, so the doctor wanted him to come back to check a few things out.  Not good, but not bad--yet.  Saturday night, after making two more batches of salsa, Chris and I got a baby sitter so we could go down and visit him.  On the way down, my mom calls, "Hurry, they are taking him in for surgery NOW!!! "  Aghh!!!  The surgery went well--if emergency surgery can ever go well.  He has a nasty infection and in imbalance of good versus bad bacteria...blah blah blah...(medical stuff I do not understand, talk to me in terms of financials--I am fine, but medical terms---AHHHH!).  The next day he spent in the ICU, but now he is in a regular room, and he is doing much better.  He is even bossing his nurses around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I learned?   I am not OK seeing my dad sick like that.  My dad is a strong man, he is always working on something.  He is not one to take time off for anything.  He is the one that is there to help with any of my crazy (and I have crazy) projects.  He has helped my little family move several times!   He is the one that helped put in our sprinkling system.  The point is:  I need my dad.  I need my dad to tell me I am dreamer, but then push me to keep dreaming.  I need my dad to teach my kids how to plant a real garden.  I need my dad to tease my kids.  I need my dad to talk to Chris about his big career plans, and help him feel like they are possible.  I need my dad to remind me how to be humble and proud all in the same moment.  I need my dad for all of these things, and so many more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-4329128834071070214?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/4329128834071070214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=4329128834071070214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4329128834071070214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4329128834071070214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-my-greatest-blessings.html' title='One of my greatest blessings.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SqcuPjN4fiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5AGtUv0bXTY/s72-c/DSC00412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-4499252092948910005</id><published>2009-08-11T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:46:59.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has our summer gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SoHwd4xfAdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/79MD8aWxF8I/s1600-h/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SoHwd4xfAdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/79MD8aWxF8I/s400/DSC_0249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368836627049152978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most recently...to Bear Lake...Pine view...Willard....basically any where that has water (and you understand that if you have been to Willard---blah!!)  Most recently my husband dream of owning a boat---correction-- a ski boar came true.   He has come to the realization that his body does not move as well or as long as it did 10-15 years ago, but he still has a few hot moves.  The kids have enjoyed the beaches and the boat.  Anna loves to tube.  (Don't let the in-laws know:  it is considered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; for a ski boat to pull a tube, but when you have young kids...)  I even took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; out for a mild ride.  I have done a little wake boarding--not much, but enough to say I can.  It has made for a fun summer, but I am tired and ready for school to begin.  Taking a boat out with four kids and a husband is a lot of work.   (Especially when the house is suppose to be left in perfect condition, just in case we have a showing.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was the highlight of the summer.  We went to Bear Lake with my whole family.  We all made it up for the entire week.  Tons of crazy kids+water+sand=fun!!!  I love it when my sister and her kids (and her husband--love ya Daniel) come to town.  It was not the most relaxing  trip, but it was a blast.  I love how the family can get together and drive each other completely nuts--but leave knowing it is all OK!&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/2609081178607295454-4499252092948910005?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/4499252092948910005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=4499252092948910005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4499252092948910005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4499252092948910005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-has-our-summer-gone.html' title='Where has our summer gone?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SoHwd4xfAdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/79MD8aWxF8I/s72-c/DSC_0249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-8981983973801517472</id><published>2009-06-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:55:35.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine flu...H1N1 virus....seriously???</title><content type='html'>Finally I have my car back...yea...I can go to the store...get out of the house..run errands...I am free...&lt;br /&gt;Next day....&lt;br /&gt;My mom calls, "You better call Anna's pediatrician, my results came back positive for the H1 N1 virus...ugh!!!! Not that we really consider my mom to be paranoid, but when she got sick last weekend and was saying that it was swine flue, we laughed.   Then Anna got sick on Wednesday (poor girl, last week of school).  No big deal, lots of ibuprofen, lots of sleep, a lot of coughing, keep her down, the usual sick stuff.  This one hit her hard, but still, just a bug.  Then Friday we learn the TRUTH!!!!  Some how I just keep laughing, she is getting better and is really fine.  We are not one of those bad cases, but the stories to tell.  My mom can not go back to work for seven days.  My dad was escorted out of his office--along with everyone he came into contact with that day, and told not to return for the next week.  My brother and his wife (also sick) have been banned from their jobs for ten days.  Chris can't go back to work next week (not that he planned to, we are supposed to be on vacation).  Seriously???   Really it has been no big deal for our family personally, but it is kind of fun to see the shock value we can bring to the people around us.  So, if you need an extra week off of work, come on by.   Let the people know you visited a dear friend that has come down with the swine flu!!!  Watch them wiggle...then take a nice long vacation...conviently at the exact time the kids are out of school!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-8981983973801517472?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/8981983973801517472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=8981983973801517472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/8981983973801517472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/8981983973801517472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2009/06/swine-fluh1n1-virusseriously.html' title='Swine flu...H1N1 virus....seriously???'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-1294698854517511581</id><published>2009-06-04T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:52:10.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of HELL...needing to vent....</title><content type='html'>I am sorry to all those I have offended with my title...but it is putting mildly what my life seems to be lately.  I am so ready for this weekend with the girls.  Tori is turning 30--am I the only one still hanging on to my youth?  We are going to party all night and into the next day!  I so need this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that my car will actually be done tonight--only two weeks later than expected.  It was OK for the first two weeks not to have a car--I was not really ready to drive it again anyway--but the next two were a little tougher.  Begging for rides, trading cars with my parents, walking to and from school, the list goes on and on.   I wished it to be totaled because I did not want to drive it again, now I wish it to be totaled so we could move on (literally)!&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Anna is home sick this week with the flu (my mom thinks its the swine flu--but who knows).  Poor girl, missing the fun end of school activities.  Poor me--sick child home, with a two year old that will not leave her alone!  Am I done venting?  No, but what else can you do?&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I am getting a little crazy being home bound?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-1294698854517511581?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/1294698854517511581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=1294698854517511581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/1294698854517511581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/1294698854517511581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-bit-of-hellneeding-to-vent.html' title='a little bit of HELL...needing to vent....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-5579294723593773633</id><published>2009-05-27T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:03:57.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Bug</title><content type='html'>I have been taking and printing a lot of pictures lately.  Check out artcow.com, register and use one of the following code to get an 8x8 photo book with 30 pages for $11.99 with free shipping.  (Plus, I get perks for you registering and ordering.)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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font-size: 12px; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Jul/11/2009&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 100, 0); background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" rules="all" border="1" id="ctl00_cphMain_UserCouponControl1_gvCouponReferral" style="background-color: rgb(222, 222, 222); border-top-color: rgb(222, 222, 222); border-right-color: rgb(222, 222, 222); border-bottom-color: rgb(222, 222, 222); border-left-color: rgb(222, 222, 222); border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; width: 80%; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 100, 0); background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Z3BLVZ1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Jul/11/2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the coupon codes to be entered at checkout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to love inexpensive photo albums!&lt;br /&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/2609081178607295454-5579294723593773633?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/5579294723593773633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=5579294723593773633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5579294723593773633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5579294723593773633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2009/05/picture-bug.html' title='Picture Bug'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-1222819137080206602</id><published>2009-05-08T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:42:54.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SgS0012YNnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fpEHAJ8p5z4/s1600-h/DSC_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SgS0012YNnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fpEHAJ8p5z4/s400/DSC_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333586678614865522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SgS00ginXsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cgv_JWFwmQc/s1600-h/DSC_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SgS00ginXsI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cgv_JWFwmQc/s400/DSC_0299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333586672894828226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not left the blogging world--I have only chosen (or forced) to keep quiet the past few months.  Our old computer was just that:  old!!  After many attempts to try and save it, we decided to let it go.  I have a new computer now, so be patient as I try to figure out the new technology that comes with it.&lt;div&gt;Anna is helping me go through some of the pictures and is insisting that I include pictures of last weeks Crazy Hair Day.  It was fun for the kids to be just a little wild for school--I am sure the teachers just love those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been busy with school, work, and just general chasing of the children.  Zac is officially mobil, which means I get nothing done.  Chloe is potty trained, which means &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she got her ears pierced!!!  (Too young in my opinion, but that was one of those fights that I just did not win.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preston is losing more teeth, and just enjoying being the big brother.  I will post more on the past six months when I have a chance to organize the pictures a little better.&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/2609081178607295454-1222819137080206602?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/1222819137080206602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=1222819137080206602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/1222819137080206602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/1222819137080206602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SgS0012YNnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fpEHAJ8p5z4/s72-c/DSC_0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-9133587403577233361</id><published>2009-01-25T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:45:21.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost = No computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SX0i8Z929SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/k_p4YD6e9gg/s1600-h/Preston+and+Anna+Wendover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SX0i8Z929SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/k_p4YD6e9gg/s400/Preston+and+Anna+Wendover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295427158015407394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SX0hrT769cI/AAAAAAAAAHk/scYPgK8pgeQ/s1600-h/Chloe+at+CM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SX0hrT769cI/AAAAAAAAAHk/scYPgK8pgeQ/s400/Chloe+at+CM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295425764827264450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SX0g7Fb7G2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/thoh5IaT-Zg/s1600-h/preston+bb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SX0g7Fb7G2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/thoh5IaT-Zg/s400/preston+bb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295424936301239138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SX0e8GpL_dI/AAAAAAAAAHU/znJdeOx62u4/s1600-h/preston+bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SX0e8GpL_dI/AAAAAAAAAHU/znJdeOx62u4/s400/preston+bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295422754781920722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My computer is still having problems so, I have taken over Chris' computer just long enough to catch up on all of my blogs.  I thought I whould include a couple pictures of what we have been up to lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids enjoying the pool at our hotel just before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe at the Children's  Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preston's last basketball game.  (Basketball was voted a lot more fun than baseball or soccer).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-9133587403577233361?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/9133587403577233361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=9133587403577233361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/9133587403577233361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/9133587403577233361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-no-computer.html' title='Lost = No computer'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SX0i8Z929SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/k_p4YD6e9gg/s72-c/Preston+and+Anna+Wendover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-7439627544396112670</id><published>2008-12-10T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:50:06.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you feel it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SUBOQXStwwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/p4ajVfHJJOE/s1600-h/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SUBOQXStwwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/p4ajVfHJJOE/s400/DSC_0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278304806315606786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That great spirit of Christmas is here...&lt;br /&gt;...when you let some one have the closest parking spot just because...when you sneak a small pack of cookies in you husbands computer bag...when your kids reach for that 12th kiss at night (and you just can't ignore it)...when you know you have the perfect gift that he is going to just LUV...when some one you have hurt smiles and says it is OK...when you get a letter from a friend from long ago...all these things and the truth that I am grateful for my savior and his greatest gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-7439627544396112670?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/7439627544396112670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=7439627544396112670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7439627544396112670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7439627544396112670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-feel-it.html' title='Do you feel it?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SUBOQXStwwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/p4ajVfHJJOE/s72-c/DSC_0125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-4811176814554155284</id><published>2008-12-05T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:33:33.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/STll34EstVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6xe7SA8S9l8/s1600-h/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/STll34EstVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6xe7SA8S9l8/s400/DSC_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360449060549970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/STll3Uy_ayI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Exenf5zBWqw/s1600-h/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/STll3Uy_ayI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Exenf5zBWqw/s400/DSC_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360439591037730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is five months old...and I  am not so sure that I am OK with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-4811176814554155284?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/4811176814554155284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=4811176814554155284' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4811176814554155284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4811176814554155284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-baby.html' title='My baby...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/STll34EstVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6xe7SA8S9l8/s72-c/DSC_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-9105547995787333685</id><published>2008-11-27T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:41:52.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Years....</title><content type='html'>Ten years ago today (the 27th, or the day after thanksgiving) I was home for holiday break.  I had been warned, but was not prepared for what was to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library for a little finals preparation.  (it is true, I did study once in a while, if there was nothing better to do.)  On my way home, I got a craving for cinnamon bears---sugar, my drug of choice.  Pulling into the parking lot, I noticed a van pull around behind me.  No big deal, I hoped out of my car to head into Albertson's.  I see cute guy in glasses running towards me, he looks familiare, oh wait, it is Chris Bremser from high school.  I had heard that he was home from his mission.  I shuttered at the memory (the kid broke my heart).  I really liked him in high school, but he lost interest in me when I was not as aggressive as he was used to--plus there was another girl that came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A polite smile on my face, I say Hi.  He stops asks a few polite questions...how are you?  What have you been up to for over two years?  then...the question "What are you doing tonight?  Do you want to go out?"  Oh crap!  I have never been good about saying no.  So instead "Sure."  He runs back to his car and I wonder into Alberston's confused and shaking...shaking...I knew this was different.  I blamed it on the fact that he was the only boy that ever rejected me.  I was always able to get the guy, but he had been able to walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did find my cinnamon bears, I wondered around the store in shock, and then went home to prepare for my big date.  Who knew that it would all go so well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-9105547995787333685?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/9105547995787333685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=9105547995787333685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/9105547995787333685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/9105547995787333685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/11/ten-years.html' title='Ten Years....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-4685601779865904201</id><published>2008-11-20T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:24:37.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Thanks Amber...I am guessing that this song has more meaning for you this year than ever, but I cried when I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:291605" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="dist=http://michiganbliss.blogspot.com&amp;amp;orig=&amp;amp;vmoid=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." height="343" width="416"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-4685601779865904201?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/4685601779865904201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=4685601779865904201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4685601779865904201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4685601779865904201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas.html' title='Christmas...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-7146872097649295464</id><published>2008-11-19T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:45:10.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband tag...</title><content type='html'>1.  Where did you meet your husband? Seminary, Jr. year of High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How long did you date before you got married?   We dated for 18 months. (Dated 1 year, then engaged 6 months)  I don’t work quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you been married?  8 years and almost 7 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What does he do that surprises you?   He doe not surprise me.  (that sounded terrible, but it is true…very predictable in everything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite feature of his?  His Hands!!!  (I  also love his smile.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is his best quality?  Very, very hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does he have a nickname for you? Sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is his favorite food?   Steak  (right now he likes it covered in bleu cheese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is his favorite sport? Cycling—does that count as a sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When and where did you first kiss?   After two months—his parents basement.  (back when they liked me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite thing to do as a couple? Shop—I know crazy, but he is my FAVORITE shopping buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have any children? 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Does he have any hidden talents?   He can clean!  (and does so when left home alone—I LOVE It. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How old is he? 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is his favorite music?  90’s  (but that changes periodically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you admire most about him? Again his work ethic—I know that he may not always make a ton of money, but he will never sit around waiting for things to just happen.  I also admire the fact that he is immovable.  He is very easy going, but if he believes something or has made a decision, good luck changing his mind (or his heart).  (this is good—most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is his favorite color?   Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Will he read this? Yes, even though he was there when I filled it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who do you tag?  Hmmm…anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-7146872097649295464?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/7146872097649295464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=7146872097649295464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7146872097649295464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7146872097649295464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/11/husband-tag.html' title='Husband tag...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6225523319508117605</id><published>2008-11-05T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:59:10.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A house divided...</title><content type='html'>As we are discussing voting this week and watching the news our children  have become very interested.  The problem:  Anna wants Obama (he has better hair), and Preston wants McCain (we don't know why).  It has brought some pretty heated discussions into our home.  Let's just hope that Obama has more to bring to the presidency than his great hair (which I just don't see, but...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-6225523319508117605?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6225523319508117605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6225523319508117605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6225523319508117605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6225523319508117605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/11/house-divided.html' title='A house divided...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6923695943019595798</id><published>2008-10-30T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:55:20.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do mint oreoes count as essential produce?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SQpJP5rXl9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tacmzIH-eLI/s1600-h/Oreo_cookie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SQpJP5rXl9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tacmzIH-eLI/s400/Oreo_cookie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263099652065433554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not, but I think they may qualify as  MEDICALLY NECESSARY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-6923695943019595798?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6923695943019595798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6923695943019595798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6923695943019595798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6923695943019595798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-mint-oreoes-count-as-essential.html' title='Do mint oreoes count as essential produce?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SQpJP5rXl9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tacmzIH-eLI/s72-c/Oreo_cookie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-4476379422131252287</id><published>2008-10-28T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:00:29.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days = No Spending</title><content type='html'>30 Days!!!  What was I thinking?  $100 for milk and the essential fresh produce.  The rest comes from my pantry and food storage.  Anything else can wait or be forgotten.  I got this great idea from a Readers Digest (kind of nerdy, but true).  But now Anna is begging to take that extra dance class that is soooo fun!   I am going through Target withdrawals.   And I am wondering, "Do I have enough candy for Halloween."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived very tight while Chris finished school, especially during his masters program, but this is different.  The kids are older and want things.  I am use to a little freedom, and I have a car to get me to the store. (Something I did not have for a long time.)   So, why are we doing this you ask?  Has anyone felt the pinch of the hurting economy?  Have you felt a little of the anxiety that I have felt for the future?  I read an article that suggested cutting all spending will help me find the things I may be missing in my food storage.  It will also help  me again become aware of needs vs. wants.  (Something I think I have forgotten in recent years.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only been doing this for a week and I am finding so many things that I did not realize would come into question.  ...the kid's book orders (I love new books each month--especially the $1 ones)... Cafe Rio (missing you)...a new bottle for Zac (lost one on vacation a couple of weeks ago, before we started this 'game', but I forgot to replace it until it was too late...a new spray bottle (mine broke)...make up (my powder is gone!)... Red box...Baby sitter (except for temple night)... None of these things are allowed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did find a fun free pumpkin walk for Saturday night with the kids.  I have made an extra batch of bread this week for sandwiches on the run.  I resisted taking the kids out for lunch.  I have avoided Target at all costs (I love that store). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering what my friends (and other readers) have done to cut costs or plan for future hardships.  This economy is scaring me, so I want ideas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-4476379422131252287?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/4476379422131252287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=4476379422131252287' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4476379422131252287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4476379422131252287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/10/30.html' title='30 Days = No Spending'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-5558526828030173918</id><published>2008-10-21T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:49:15.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast Cancer Awareness Month</title><content type='html'>I am a little late in posting this, but this is a reminder for all my friends.   October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month...do your exams!!!  I will remind you again in May (my own five year mark!!!), but please do them!!!  I don't care if you think you are to young (I was 23).  I don't care if it is not in your family (I was the first in mine)!  I was lucky that although mine was malignant all I had to experience was a partial mastectomy.  Two surgeries is a very easy treatment considering what so many others have to go through, but that was enough of a wake up call for me, and I hope enough for ALL of my friends.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SP4OOk5b63I/AAAAAAAAAGM/cVQF8pHU-lU/s1600-h/370px-Pink_ribbon.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SP4OOk5b63I/AAAAAAAAAGM/cVQF8pHU-lU/s320/370px-Pink_ribbon.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259657058400856946" 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/2609081178607295454-5558526828030173918?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/5558526828030173918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=5558526828030173918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5558526828030173918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5558526828030173918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/10/breast-cancer-awareness-month.html' title='Breast Cancer Awareness Month'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SP4OOk5b63I/AAAAAAAAAGM/cVQF8pHU-lU/s72-c/370px-Pink_ribbon.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-1000233970226591054</id><published>2008-10-14T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:45:04.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Knees Are Grey!</title><content type='html'>This happens to be Anna's favorite song as of late.  Any guesses?&lt;br /&gt;Hint:  We sing it for Family Home Evening nearly every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily is right, it is "I am a Child of God."  second verse.&lt;br /&gt;Got to love the things the kids think we are trying to say.  You should hear Preston and Anna's memorized version of the 11th Article of Faith.  (I guess I did not explain the meaning of translated very well.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-1000233970226591054?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/1000233970226591054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=1000233970226591054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/1000233970226591054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/1000233970226591054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-knees-are-grey.html' title='My Knees Are Grey!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6731661539289979741</id><published>2008-10-13T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:01:19.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Chris</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my number one.  I won't say how old he is, but last year the big 3 0 was tough.  :)  The kids and I are busy preparing the chocolate bread (in place of cake at his request).  I only hope it turns out--guessing how much flour made it into the bowl and not onto the floor (thanks to Chloe), fishing out egg shells (thanks to Anna), and a few extra chocolate chips (thanks to Preston--no problem with that one).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did he get this old?  I guess that may explain some of the gray hair.  (I hope I am not to blame for the rest).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-6731661539289979741?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6731661539289979741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6731661539289979741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6731661539289979741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6731661539289979741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-chris.html' title='Happy Birthday to Chris'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-4877485936603712304</id><published>2008-10-10T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:04:38.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed...</title><content type='html'>i just want to complain for a moment as I sit on hold for the twelfth time.  I hate insurance companies, and billing departments.  I know they are only human, but how many mistakes can they make?  I don't know how many times I have been told I am wrong.  "I am sorry I don't know my own address. " "No, I don't think that is my child's birth date."  "Yes, of course I wanted to  make a payment on somebody else's account."  UGHHHH!!!  I hope all of you watch your medical bills, because chances are they are wrong--and not to your favor!!! How do you politely say, "You are an idiot!!!"  sorry for the bad language, but seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-4877485936603712304?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/4877485936603712304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=4877485936603712304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4877485936603712304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4877485936603712304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/10/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-3485553114148130833</id><published>2008-09-28T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:33:53.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Kelli</title><content type='html'>I don't usually do these, but I have not posted in a while and I am sure every one wants to know about me...not!  OK here I go...&lt;br /&gt;List 5 fears, 5 joys, 5 obsessions/collections, 5 surprising facts about you.  Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Fears&lt;br /&gt;1.  losing one of my kids in any way&lt;br /&gt;2.  losing my husband (in any way)&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am with kelli on this one--natural disaster and not able to get to my kids&lt;br /&gt;4.  losing my teeth (weird ?)&lt;br /&gt;5.  financial ruin/poverty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five joys&lt;br /&gt;1.  my husband&lt;br /&gt;2.  my kids&lt;br /&gt;3.  reading&lt;br /&gt;4.  poetry&lt;br /&gt;5.  true friends--I have been blessed with many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five obsessions&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bargains (I love a bargain--but then you all know that because I love to brag about them)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Food storage (especially when I am pregnant)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sugar (candy of any sort)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Honesty (I HATE phony or dishonest people--and the fact that they all THINK they are getting away with it)&lt;br /&gt;5.  8:00 pm  (My children WILL be in bed!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five surprising facts about me&lt;br /&gt;1.   I still write poetry, not good poetry, but it is my therapy.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I cry at all the wrong times, and never at the right ones. &lt;br /&gt;3.  I love museums--any type will do, but mostly art (the Met in New York, the Louvre in Paris, the San Fransisco Museum of Modern Art.  I have seen them all and will see them again!)&lt;br /&gt;4.  I hate to be alone--I guess that this is not surprising, but it is true.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I also hate to be in a crowd or at big parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag&lt;br /&gt;1.  Tori 2.  Elise  3.  Megan  4.  Amber  5.  Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, some of those were hard to come up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-3485553114148130833?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/3485553114148130833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=3485553114148130833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/3485553114148130833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/3485553114148130833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-kelli.html' title='Tagged by Kelli'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6257404708984186953</id><published>2008-09-10T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:54:15.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of gratitude</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a little lately about what great of a family I have.  This weekend is a perfect example.  As you know Chris had his race on Saturday, but thanks to Trace and Aubrey he had a place to stay the night before.  Then, Trace called periodically to check on Chris's status throughout the day. Next, Megan called that night to see how it went.  My parents called Sunday morning (they were out of town on Saturday).  Then they were over to help celebrate Preston's 7th birthday later that night, even though they were exhausted I am sure.  Nobody worried about themselves, they were just looking out for my little family.  I am so blessed to have all of them as my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-6257404708984186953?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6257404708984186953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6257404708984186953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6257404708984186953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6257404708984186953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/09/moment-of-gratituted.html' title='A moment of gratitude'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-2369704766837396610</id><published>2008-09-07T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:10:01.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOTOJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SMRPfxyLGJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FNBFIOQP6AY/s1600-h/DSC02738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SMRPfxyLGJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FNBFIOQP6AY/s320/DSC02738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243403273524418706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SMRPgemt1yI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yebXvMMhoEU/s1600-h/DSC02745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SMRPgemt1yI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yebXvMMhoEU/s320/DSC02745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243403285555959586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did it!!!  Chris did it!!!  My crazy husband rode 206 miles from Logan, Utah to Jackson Hole, Wyoming!   This included some major climbing through the mountains and had to be done in under 14 hours on September 6, 2008.  He did it!  It has been a very long summer of training, but he did it.  There are so many that attempt, but do not succeed this feat.  He has wanted to try it for over 5 years, but now he can say HE DID IT!!  1st try.   (Not that I am proud :) )  Thanks to Dan and Jeff (with the horns )for their support (They did it too!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-2369704766837396610?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/2369704766837396610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=2369704766837396610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2369704766837396610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2369704766837396610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/09/logtoja.html' title='LOTOJA'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SMRPfxyLGJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FNBFIOQP6AY/s72-c/DSC02738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-5871858028150318187</id><published>2008-08-31T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T06:31:08.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When is the time?</title><content type='html'>Last week I had two of my college roomies come for a visit.  We had a great time with the kids playing and flashing down to memory lane.  We got talking about TV's. (I don't remember why.) I had to open our entertainment center and point out that the one and only TV we have in our house is  the one  I purchased for our apartment just after our freshman year.  This was ten years ago!   Not to mention I bought it used from a pawn shop (yes that is a little white trash, but...it was cheap, and I was only 18 with college bills to pay.)  They were teasing and saying it may be time for a new one.  Don't get me wrong we have thought about it.  I start thinking about asking my parents for their opinion--they just bought one a few  months ago (a really nice Sony flat screen that can be wall mounted).  But wait, their old one is older than mine is now!  Then I thought to ask my baby sister--after all theirs is only seven years old (happy anniversary by the way!) Oh, and they did drop it once during a move, and the coloring has not been the same since.   Still, they have not bought a new TV.   My family may not be the ones to ask if it is time for a new TV.   Did I mention that I just bought our 6th or 7th stroller?    Where R my priorities?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-5871858028150318187?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/5871858028150318187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=5871858028150318187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5871858028150318187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5871858028150318187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-is-time.html' title='When is the time?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-5314329104289938055</id><published>2008-08-28T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:02:21.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Lake Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SLbHVz8zN0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/zwgcBK5BiKA/s1600-h/DSC02724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SLbHVz8zN0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/zwgcBK5BiKA/s320/DSC02724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239594394028554050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SLbHWGeuQII/AAAAAAAAAFA/9VJxFQDctdA/s1600-h/DSC02726_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SLbHWGeuQII/AAAAAAAAAFA/9VJxFQDctdA/s320/DSC02726_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239594399002673282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SLbHWXJ6y2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/pAo5KNYzhPo/s1600-h/DSC02734_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SLbHWXJ6y2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/pAo5KNYzhPo/s320/DSC02734_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239594403478817634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the kids to Bear Lake for four days to get away one more time before school starts.  Nothing could be more fun than sand, water, and kids.   Anna even said "This is my favorite day! I am going to remember it forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to stay in this little cabin just off of the beach.  During the day we played on the beach, did a little bit of hiking, saw a show at the Pickleville Playhouse, and ate raspberry ice cream.   I tried to talk Chris into renting a boat for the day, but Zac is too little.  Too Bad!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played and relaxed all weekend.  Chris even took some time to do a century on his bike (100 miles).   I did try out my new bike, but ended up with a seriously scraped up elbow, completely bruised behind, and an eternally bleeding thumb.  (Have you ever tried to stop a bike with your feet tied to the pedals?  Guaranteed to fall!  I got one foot out of the clips but tipped the other way.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be home, but I did love the chance to be together without the usual distractions of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-5314329104289938055?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/5314329104289938055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=5314329104289938055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5314329104289938055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5314329104289938055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/08/bear-lake-fun.html' title='Bear Lake Fun'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SLbHVz8zN0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/zwgcBK5BiKA/s72-c/DSC02724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-5443375857579465115</id><published>2008-08-14T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:24:55.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My perfect little family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SKSwoE0gqxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/G_qlwn5NZaQ/s1600-h/DSC_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SKSwoE0gqxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/G_qlwn5NZaQ/s320/DSC_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234502869446601490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SKSwoVZrSjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KHkkaRHVAmc/s1600-h/DSC_0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SKSwoVZrSjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KHkkaRHVAmc/s320/DSC_0082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234502873897454130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SKSwoX2qvII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/r5neG5knnlc/s1600-h/DSC_0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SKSwoX2qvII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/r5neG5knnlc/s320/DSC_0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234502874555923586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SKSwok59JHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/686b_23-yGA/s1600-h/DSC_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SKSwok59JHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/686b_23-yGA/s320/DSC_0149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234502878059373682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SKSwoz-An-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y43eGt4P9rE/s1600-h/DSC_0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SKSwoz-An-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Y43eGt4P9rE/s320/DSC_0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234502882102910946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so they are not perfect, but they are pretty darn cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-5443375857579465115?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/5443375857579465115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=5443375857579465115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5443375857579465115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5443375857579465115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-perfect-little-family.html' title='My perfect little family'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SKSwoE0gqxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/G_qlwn5NZaQ/s72-c/DSC_0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-2929033195303788617</id><published>2008-07-31T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:59:38.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out, she is TWO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SJHPezMTJYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Lr6D6SzG4Q4/s1600-h/DSC02651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SJHPezMTJYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Lr6D6SzG4Q4/s320/DSC02651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229188770398676354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe had her birthday on Sunday, but we have felt it coming for a few months now.  I have never had a child with so much terror to unload on the world.    Don't get me wrong,  she is loads of fun-- got the teasing ability of her dad-- but the girl knows all about getting into trouble.  We call her our own little Kennadie--ask Megan about that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-2929033195303788617?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/2929033195303788617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=2929033195303788617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2929033195303788617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2929033195303788617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/07/watch-out-she-is-two.html' title='Watch out, she is TWO.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SJHPezMTJYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Lr6D6SzG4Q4/s72-c/DSC02651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6540104613246719699</id><published>2008-07-31T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:00:56.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Zac home!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SJHOLqHj-7I/AAAAAAAAADo/wIOHlgarJb4/s1600-h/DSC02630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SJHOLqHj-7I/AAAAAAAAADo/wIOHlgarJb4/s320/DSC02630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229187342033746866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SJHOL9C0tQI/AAAAAAAAADw/WM3w2ViW8V0/s1600-h/DSC02633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SJHOL9C0tQI/AAAAAAAAADw/WM3w2ViW8V0/s320/DSC02633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229187347114145026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to upload the pictures, but here is my little family getting Zac dressed and ready to bring home.  It sounds cheesy, but I love this crew.  Dad, the calm one getting things done.  Preston, the constant help.  Anna, the bit of drama.  Chloe, the crazy informant.  And now  Zac, the little one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-6540104613246719699?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6540104613246719699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6540104613246719699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6540104613246719699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6540104613246719699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/07/bringing-zac-home-sorry-i-posted-so.html' title='Bringing Zac home!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SJHOLqHj-7I/AAAAAAAAADo/wIOHlgarJb4/s72-c/DSC02630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-3708468813228082928</id><published>2008-07-17T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T07:32:46.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>It's Chris again.  I am glad Melissa hasn't changed her password yet.  Until she changes it, I may break in once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to wish her a happy birthday today.  She is now in her upper twenties and I have been privileged to share the last 8+ years with her.  She is one amazing lady (I can say lady now that she is almost 30).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I love about her.  Here are just a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  She has the most beautiful eyes.  I believe you can see them in the picture at the top of the blog.  They are the most beautiful blue you have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;2.  She supports me and continually gives to me without much thought for herself.  She is one of the most selfless people I know.&lt;br /&gt;3.  She gives the same support to the kids.  I know that sometimes they get on her nerves, but at the end of the day she gives each one of them a kiss and she means it.&lt;br /&gt;4.  She could just stare at Zac for hours.  I have only witnessed this complete love a few times in my life.  She would do anything for him.  (that goes for the rest of us as well.)&lt;br /&gt;5.  She has a passion for shopping but she will never bankrupt us with it.  (Even if she does spontaneously buy time shares).&lt;br /&gt;6.  She is always thinking of others.  There are many around that would count her as a true friend.  That is rare.&lt;br /&gt;7.  She is brilliant.  I frequently think, "Man, I bet Melissa could do this a lot better than I could."&lt;br /&gt;8.  She is patient.  She doesn't think so, but I have seen what she puts up with.  Between me and the kids, she has her hands full.&lt;br /&gt;9.  She gave up her dreams for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by no means a comprehensive list.  I could sit here all day and write about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, I love you.  I am so blessed to be a part of your life.  Thank you for everything you do.  I hope you have a great birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-3708468813228082928?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/3708468813228082928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=3708468813228082928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/3708468813228082928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/3708468813228082928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-2539045761565522469</id><published>2008-07-15T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:52:13.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so smart...</title><content type='html'>My husband has a masters degree, his CPA, and speaks Chinese, but I am beginning to question his intelligence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he decided he is into cycling enough that he needed to shave his legs.  No discussion with his wife who has obvious experience.  Now he has some funny looking chicken legs and a serious case of razor burn.  And I have two very dull razors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would any man ever think that shaving his legs is cool? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would he not ask for some advise on such an adventure?  Probably because he knows my opinion--not Cool!  Not even a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my posting will stop him from repeating the venture.  Or maybe I need to post a picture...I will see what I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-2539045761565522469?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/2539045761565522469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=2539045761565522469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2539045761565522469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2539045761565522469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-so-smart.html' title='Not so smart...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-7099765080508892607</id><published>2008-07-05T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:10:25.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SG-ZWtcTqoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gYeR2DK_7Jg/s1600-h/IMG00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SG-ZWtcTqoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gYeR2DK_7Jg/s320/IMG00059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219559108580190850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SG-ZWg9WAwI/AAAAAAAAADg/OE9-hrSpZW8/s1600-h/IMG00055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SG-ZWg9WAwI/AAAAAAAAADg/OE9-hrSpZW8/s320/IMG00055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219559105229095682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SG-ZWicRopI/AAAAAAAAADY/79HoBtd7iU8/s1600-h/IMG00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SG-ZWicRopI/AAAAAAAAADY/79HoBtd7iU8/s320/IMG00064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219559105627267730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;&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;Yesterday morning Melissa woke up with some stronger-than-usual contractions.  We had the bags packed, the car was ready to go and Melissa's parents were put on call.  I was sure that we were going to have a 4th of July baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the parade in Centerville with Preston, Anna, and Chloe.  Melissa was having contractions all during the parade.  We then went home and took a nap and had some down  time.  After the nap we had dinner with Melissa's parents.  The contractions continued all day long and they were strong enough to stop Melissa in her tracks when they happened.  After dinner we went home, got the kids to bed, and tried to relax a little.  Then the contractions really started.  Melissa's parents came over and we left our house at 9:30.  Melissa was checked into her room at 10:00 and Zackary Brent was born at about 11:30.  It happened so fast that she barely got the epidural in before he came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac was 7 pounds, 6 ounces, and 21 inches long.  I included some pictures that were taken on my camera phone.  Like a bonehead, I left the cameras at home.  We should have some better pictures later today.  (By the way, this is Chris.  I hijacked the blog while Melissa feeds Zac.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-7099765080508892607?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/7099765080508892607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=7099765080508892607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7099765080508892607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7099765080508892607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SG-ZWtcTqoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gYeR2DK_7Jg/s72-c/IMG00059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-2462127564066858028</id><published>2008-06-28T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:47:05.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The whole story</title><content type='html'>OK, now that I have calmed down to the fact that we spent our life savings in under eight minutes, I will explain the time share story.  We were getting the kids into bed, Chris was checking on Chloe one more time.  I decided to hop on the computer and check ebay for timeshares.  We have been doing this for a few months.  I knew what we wanted, Gold week (better tradability), two bedroom lock off (more room for four kids, and again more  trading power), Marriott (can't beat the quality) and most likely in Park City (that is what my parents own and it has been great for them.  So I am looking through the listings and find one for Palm Springs California ending in 8 minutes.  I yell up to Chris, "what do you think?"  Complete sarcasm.  I have not looked into California properties.  He says, "Sure!"  Again Sarcasm!  I bid--no big deal, things jump in the last few minute of ebay.  Most auctions I have watched for timeshares double in the last ten minutes of an auction.  We chuckle--no big deal...right?  Two minutes goes by.  Then another.  Chris!!! I am starting to panic.  Chris!!!  I yell "get down here!"  He laughs, he knows the game.  But suddenly I am not as sure.  Two more minutes go by.  Suddenly I am having a very strong contraction.  This is not funny.  I start hitting my refresh button every twenty seconds (I know, I counted to twenty in between each push).  Three minutes go by and we have purchased a time share.  Pause.  Then a whole lot of screaming and panic from me.  Chris is completely calm.  Cool, he says California is much cooler than Park City.  But do you understand I keep saying--we bought a timeshare--one I have never seen.  He loves it,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-2462127564066858028?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/2462127564066858028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=2462127564066858028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2462127564066858028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/2462127564066858028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/06/whole-story.html' title='The whole story'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-5506502958506232572</id><published>2008-06-28T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:56:52.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The whole story...contunued</title><content type='html'>(I must be rambling).  Anyway, he thinks great, now we don't have to shop for another six months.  (My usual habit of shopping.)  I don't buy a $4 shirt without worrying I could get it cheaper.  I have spent the last few weeks making sure I got the best deal out there.  I have only found one that went three months ago for $200 less, most go for     about $500-$2000 more.  I guess I did OK.  I do just wish Chris (or my mom) would have freaked out with me for a few minutes.  (Funny, my mom was just as calm as Chris was.  Neither of them tend to be dramatic people, but they usually understand the consequences of spending large amounts of money in an eight minute time frame.)  Does no one understand what I did?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-5506502958506232572?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/5506502958506232572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=5506502958506232572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5506502958506232572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5506502958506232572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/06/whole-storycontunued.html' title='The whole story...contunued'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-735889416588490627</id><published>2008-06-16T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:33:36.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern California here we come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SFafoT-8W-I/AAAAAAAAADA/QzkUHdb4W-A/s1600-h/shadowridge+inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SFafoT-8W-I/AAAAAAAAADA/QzkUHdb4W-A/s320/shadowridge+inside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212529133635787746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SFafonnyiEI/AAAAAAAAADI/tfvigd3hphc/s1600-h/shadowridge+pool"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SFafonnyiEI/AAAAAAAAADI/tfvigd3hphc/s320/shadowridge+pool" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212529138907383874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we are officially property owners in beautiful Desert Palms California (Palm Springs).  Just Kidding!  Well, kind of.  We did get our timeshare with Marriott, in their Shadow Ridge resort.  I think we may be a little crazy, but if it all goes as planned then my little family  will now have great vacations every year.  It does look beautiful in the pictures, reviews are great, but then we just want to be able to trade it for other great locations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-735889416588490627?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/735889416588490627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=735889416588490627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/735889416588490627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/735889416588490627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/06/southern-california-here-we-come.html' title='Southern California here we come...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SFafoT-8W-I/AAAAAAAAADA/QzkUHdb4W-A/s72-c/shadowridge+inside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-5457741721370520103</id><published>2008-06-11T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:55:18.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SFACmSRq_HI/AAAAAAAAACw/NCuod9fY-5Y/s1600-h/marr_logowithbug_114x22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SFACmSRq_HI/AAAAAAAAACw/NCuod9fY-5Y/s320/marr_logowithbug_114x22.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210667625631906930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SFACm8bK8PI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KCnKSu2LDkQ/s1600-h/marriott2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SFACm8bK8PI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KCnKSu2LDkQ/s320/marriott2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210667636946039026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note:  this may be because I am 8 1/2 months prego.)  Park City, Marriott Time share, nothing to do but read, swim, and watch eternal cartoons on cable TV.  We took a couple walks up the street for ice cream and caramel apples.  The kids got to make flip flops and bird feeders in the kids zone.  I did a bit of shopping--a little pink, a little blue.  This really was a vacation--no required sites to see, and very little movement for my plump not so little feet.  Chris was only able to take Friday off, but he was able to commute back and forth.  It was great to just get away from the laundry, the bathrooms, and the other things that home requires.   The only bad part--now we are looking into our own time share!  After staying at one in Newport Beach, one in Hawaii, and another one in Park City when I was 8 months pregnant with Chloe, we have decided that this is the only way to do a vacation (especially with kids).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-5457741721370520103?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/5457741721370520103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=5457741721370520103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5457741721370520103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5457741721370520103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/06/perfect-vacation.html' title='The perfect vacation'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SFACmSRq_HI/AAAAAAAAACw/NCuod9fY-5Y/s72-c/marr_logowithbug_114x22.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-1229118844852774343</id><published>2008-05-22T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:37:38.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture this...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever played charades with a six year old, a five year old, an almost two year old?  Here is how it goes.  Anna (5) stand perfectly still in the middle of the room arms down by her side, trying her hardest not to break into a giggle.  Chris and I look blankly across the room at each other..no ideas to even guess.  Preston (6) shouts out "A book!"  That's it!  Next Preston bounds across the room much like the rabbit from a few rounds back...this time Anna shouts out almost instantly, "A cheetah!"  again Chris and I are completely confused, but she is right.  Next we all shout, "A puppy!"  as Chloe (nearly 2) crawls across the floor, for the fifth time this game, making a sound that could be mistaken for a bark.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that such a simple game could have me laughing until my sides ache?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-1229118844852774343?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/1229118844852774343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=1229118844852774343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/1229118844852774343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/1229118844852774343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/05/picture-this.html' title='Picture this...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-6042530995343527421</id><published>2008-05-11T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:41:49.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of Europe in Utah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SCdnueRRWNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/O7_4LgWnPdw/s1600-h/fresco-039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SCdnueRRWNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/O7_4LgWnPdw/s320/fresco-039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199238342919674066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SCdnueRRWOI/AAAAAAAAACY/_LJuDX3yGDs/s1600-h/fresco-042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SCdnueRRWOI/AAAAAAAAACY/_LJuDX3yGDs/s320/fresco-042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199238342919674082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not exactly, but Chris and I found a new favorite place.  Fresco, an Italian cafe hidden on 15th East and 15th South in Salt Lake.  It is very small and connected to a little book store.  We would have missed it without very specific instructions.  This cozy little 'cafe' has an itimate dining room that only allows about ten tables.  The menu had though simple in selections did not leave either of us wanting.  Everything was meltable.  Chris insists we will be returning here for his birthday to eat the pretty food again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-6042530995343527421?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/6042530995343527421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=6042530995343527421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6042530995343527421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/6042530995343527421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-bit-of-europe-in-utah.html' title='A little bit of Europe in Utah...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SCdnueRRWNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/O7_4LgWnPdw/s72-c/fresco-039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-271859907338558042</id><published>2008-05-04T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:09:11.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 4, 2000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SB8w_EBWHjI/AAAAAAAAACI/7BQEtKjkpJU/s1600-h/mc14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SB8w_EBWHjI/AAAAAAAAACI/7BQEtKjkpJU/s320/mc14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196926354978119218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, eight years!  I suppose it is natural that I get a little lost in the memories this week, and it would be good (and maybe a little cheesy) to share a few of the reasons I pray for many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Only he can have Chloe in fits of giggles just before bedtime and still have her, Preston, and Anna, asleep before I have a chance to sneak a second kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He lets me sleep in almost every Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He has given up his family for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The only things he can cook are macaroni noodles and cookies, but he can clean toilets, do the dishes and mop the floor better than anyone I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. His heart may be more fragile than mine, but it is never weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. --should be number 1--He has the greatest work ethic imaginable—who else would be able to work in telemarketing full time and go to school full time for over three years?  Who else could finish a bachelors and a masters degree in five years with no financial support, a wife, two kids, and so many more challenges that life just throws your way???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He holds and honors his Priesthood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He is still the hottest guy I have ever met.. dated… seen… whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-271859907338558042?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/271859907338558042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=271859907338558042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/271859907338558042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/271859907338558042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-4-2000.html' title='May 4, 2000'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SB8w_EBWHjI/AAAAAAAAACI/7BQEtKjkpJU/s72-c/mc14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-1381121137823859606</id><published>2008-04-17T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:56:26.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!!</title><content type='html'>Now I have made a complete mess of my blog.  I am not a computer illiterate, but...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-1381121137823859606?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/1381121137823859606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=1381121137823859606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/1381121137823859606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/1381121137823859606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/04/help.html' title='Help!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-4423033310286029036</id><published>2008-04-17T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T06:57:39.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Grandma and Preston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SAdWzvECW4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CkKFdZdmFzA/s1600-h/DSCF9091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SAdWzvECW4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CkKFdZdmFzA/s320/DSCF9091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190212542374501250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 7:30 in the morning and I have sent Preston off to school with his grandma.  He was sooooooo excited to get to eat breakfast with her and then show her his school.  I am so grateful that my kids have their grandparents in their lives to spoil them in a way that only grandma or grandpa can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-4423033310286029036?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/4423033310286029036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=4423033310286029036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4423033310286029036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/4423033310286029036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/04/grandma-and-preston.html' title='Grandma and Preston'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/SAdWzvECW4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/CkKFdZdmFzA/s72-c/DSCF9091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-7460071802507327813</id><published>2008-03-28T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:20:57.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R-02-oOlGZI/AAAAAAAAABs/V5JH9154knU/s1600-h/Chloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R-02-oOlGZI/AAAAAAAAABs/V5JH9154knU/s320/Chloe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182859195751668114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-7460071802507327813?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/7460071802507327813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=7460071802507327813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7460071802507327813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7460071802507327813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/03/beautiful-girl.html' title='Beautiful Girl'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R-02-oOlGZI/AAAAAAAAABs/V5JH9154knU/s72-c/Chloe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-428208470515520499</id><published>2008-03-13T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:05:20.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney on Ice</title><content type='html'>Last night was a fun night for the kids, especially for our princess, Anna.  We took Grandma and Grandpa with us for this night designed for the most spoiled kids.   It really was a lot of fun, I only wish I would have taken our camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-428208470515520499?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/428208470515520499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=428208470515520499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/428208470515520499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/428208470515520499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/03/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney on Ice'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-7318388652428852840</id><published>2008-03-04T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:37:10.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just love the hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R84HTQWGcnI/AAAAAAAAABc/w051LVPOqcQ/s1600-h/DSC02453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R84HTQWGcnI/AAAAAAAAABc/w051LVPOqcQ/s320/DSC02453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174081049281852018" 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/2609081178607295454-7318388652428852840?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/7318388652428852840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=7318388652428852840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7318388652428852840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/7318388652428852840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-love-hair.html' title='Just love the hair...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R84HTQWGcnI/AAAAAAAAABc/w051LVPOqcQ/s72-c/DSC02453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-9171297149685066305</id><published>2008-03-04T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:34:46.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R84GmgWGcmI/AAAAAAAAABU/r0LffMrQxGw/s1600-h/DSC02452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R84GmgWGcmI/AAAAAAAAABU/r0LffMrQxGw/s320/DSC02452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174080280482706018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R84GGQWGclI/AAAAAAAAABM/xyaraYDxXG4/s1600-h/DSC02408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R84GGQWGclI/AAAAAAAAABM/xyaraYDxXG4/s320/DSC02408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174079726431924818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children love me, but Chris may be questioning himself.  I bought these cheap little toys for the kids to paint and put together.  I thought it would be fun, and forgot that it would be a huge mess.  It is one of those projects you usually avoid until summer when it can be done outside, but I forgot.  (maybe it is the pregnancy thing)  Chloe got a little frustrated without her own, so Chris pulled her into the kitchen to make cookies--their own little mess.  It was motivation to get out the camera, but then I realized I have not even downloaded our Hawaii pictures.  I will post one just for good measure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-9171297149685066305?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/9171297149685066305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=9171297149685066305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/9171297149685066305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/9171297149685066305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/03/family-fun.html' title='Family fun...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R84GmgWGcmI/AAAAAAAAABU/r0LffMrQxGw/s72-c/DSC02452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-5678630945898239203</id><published>2008-02-26T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:19:32.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He did it...his first race.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R8RJNbDJYUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uPdUF89Etpg/s1600-h/Chris+race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R8RJNbDJYUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uPdUF89Etpg/s320/Chris+race.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171338767076254018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Chris and a couple of buddies drove to St. George for their first century of the year.  Chris road over 58 miles!!!  This is the start of a long season of training, with hopes of racing in LOTJA next fall.  That race is 206 miles, from Logan to Jackson.  I  don't see the thrill, but...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-5678630945898239203?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/5678630945898239203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=5678630945898239203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5678630945898239203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/5678630945898239203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-did-ithis-first-race.html' title='He did it...his first race.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y_URmqN2sPQ/R8RJNbDJYUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uPdUF89Etpg/s72-c/Chris+race.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609081178607295454.post-3001003470601509453</id><published>2008-02-19T11:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T11:59:00.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick intro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Here we are... I have started this page a few times, but I am always interrupted.  I love to read my friends blogs, but I can't imagine having anything worth reading in my own life.  We are a simple family three (make that almost four) kids running through the house.  I think I may have just contradicted my self, but we really are pretty easy going in our home.  (That comes from my husband.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2609081178607295454-3001003470601509453?l=bremserbulletin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/feeds/3001003470601509453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609081178607295454&amp;postID=3001003470601509453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/3001003470601509453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609081178607295454/posts/default/3001003470601509453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bremserbulletin.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-quick-intro.html' title='Just a quick intro...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07229066926212702336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
