<?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-2025083440948087074</id><updated>2012-01-28T12:21:32.566-07:00</updated><category term='u'/><title type='text'>.Trust. Learn. Grow. Live.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-4331318517991586746</id><published>2012-01-28T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T10:11:10.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me chills, and give me them again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Cgovv8jWETM" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-4331318517991586746?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/4331318517991586746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=4331318517991586746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4331318517991586746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4331318517991586746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2012/01/give-me-chills-and-give-me-them-again.html' title='Give me chills, and give me them again'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Cgovv8jWETM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-6467451225047171577</id><published>2012-01-25T10:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:32:00.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed: 10 min waste of time</title><content type='html'>I'm having one of those days where you think of everything at the same time that you need to get done within your life or within the next two years and you start freaking out and wondering how the heck in the world you're going to manage. Then, as you're sitting in your health for teachers class they are going over how to write lessons plans and your heart starts to tense up and you have no idea how you are going to accomplish writing 300 or more lesson plans by the time you are out of the program, which starts in the fall. Then you end up crying buckets and buckets on the way of home from school and calling your poor father who has to listen to you blabber about how many students loans you have, before you are entering marriage, how many years you have wasted on schooling when you had no idea what you wanted to do and now you're going to school on whim which you thought was an impression from the spirit but you're not sure anymore, because everyone who is around you in your classes seems more qualified or more into it. While you spent all of high school doing nothing, and everything that wasn't studying so you didn't get to go to the school you wanted and now you don't want to spend the time trying to get there any more because it wouldn't be worth the time and the energy. But then you realize that you are a lazy butt girl who doesn't know what she wants and has been spoiled for her whole life and therefore doesn't know how to take care of herself or others around her. Then someone says that you are role model when that is the last thing you are, because of all the horrible mistakes you have made which you are still dealing with and they still effect other people. Then you realize that you are so unorganized that you can't remember what assignment is due and you don't want to take the time to organize yourself but would rather spend 10 minutes of your precious day blogging about everything and anything that you can't change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-6467451225047171577?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/6467451225047171577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=6467451225047171577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6467451225047171577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6467451225047171577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2012/01/overwhelmed-10-min-waste-of-time.html' title='Overwhelmed: 10 min waste of time'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-7277085518387803512</id><published>2012-01-16T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:23:11.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need motivation</title><content type='html'>for school, and homework and life. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-7277085518387803512?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/7277085518387803512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=7277085518387803512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7277085518387803512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7277085518387803512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-need-motivation.html' title='I need motivation'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-4608761086607956473</id><published>2012-01-02T09:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:41:54.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Day Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I'm going to miss my family here in Colorado; my Dad, brother and Xan... even with phone and emails and letters it's still hard to say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-4608761086607956473?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/4608761086607956473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=4608761086607956473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4608761086607956473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4608761086607956473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2012/01/sad-day-thoughts.html' title='A Sad Day Thoughts'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-807768095992915306</id><published>2011-12-31T17:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:22:39.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding the simplicity</title><content type='html'>I find it odd and a little bit sad that I don't give enough time to contemplate how great my life is in general. Of course there are days when my life would suggest otherwise, but in the "big picture", the life retrospect, my life is really good. It has been a ground for self growth, new developing self worth, and a place where I am becoming who I want to be and who the Lord wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with an amazing man in my life. A man who makes me feel utterly fantastic about myself on a daily basis. He brings along with his 80's inspired hair, handsome smile, and light sense of humor a consistent feeling of love inside my heart. He has the magic of making me feel like I could conquer the world, I could pass any test, and I could move on from anything that may be a determent in my life or holding me back from my full potential. Call it rose colored glasses or the phase of engagement...but I think that even after 2 years of dating, and still feeling like this more than not, I'm putting my foot down and saying that's a good thing and something we will never lose. I believe, but quite actually know I have found true love and it's amazing that it will be able to last throughout eternity, starting April 28, 2012 after 10 am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, my family is great. My dad is one of my best friends, a confidant, and just an amazing man who has bounced back from a lot of things in life, hard things, that continues to have a positive outlook and always looking for ways to serve those around him. My stepmom Xan is a gem also. I'll be honest that at first we may not have gotten along, I was a whole version of the Lindsey Lohan's "Parent Trap" and I feel terrible for being such a brat when I was younger to her. She genuinely cares about me, my brother, and of course, my father and is a dear friend to me now and will continue to be so as our lives gain in number. My brother is a teenager looking for some responsibility, but is sometimes too lazy to reach up his hand and grab it. He is the most intelligent guy I know but on occasion doesn't see it that way and give himself the short end of the stick. He teaches me things every time I see him, and he is always aware of my feelings and is constantly asking whether I am ok with him going somewhere with his friend which will leave me alone for awhile...he asks more than twice sometimes, just to make sure. My mother the sweetheart, is the closest to heaven I can get on this earth, besides going to the temple. She is very in tune with the spirit of a child. She is very naive in nature (descriptive in a good way) she sees the world through the eyes of child with no real prejudices against others, or people in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reason to believe that I am beautiful, inside and out, just by looking in the mirror. I hope that doesn't sound conceited but I have a right to believe I am beautiful. I love my hair when it works for me, and I love the different colors within it. I love my smile and even the scrunching of my nose when I'm smiling for real or laughing really hard. I love my toes and the abilities they have from being double jointed, along with my fingers still being able to play the piano after taking a beating from a few accidents resulting in a few ER visits. I love my voice, I believe I have been blessed with that talent and have been given numerous occasions and opportunities to share it with people. I feel that is one way that I can contribute to the work of the Lord, through my voice. If I am in the right spirit than the spirit will be in my voice. I learned that in Nauvoo. I love my eyes and I love that Matt has deemed them as Starburst eyes. I love that I have a healthy body, love healthy food, and can read!! I love to read and learn things about the world and I am thankful that I have been blessed with a body and sound mind that is able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this blog post turned into a small thankfulness to God and for this wonderful year where I have learned so much about myself. I know that 2012 is going to bring hard times, trying times, growing times, happy times, lovely times, loving times, joyous times, and times that will enable me to continue to become closer to my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. They are the reasons for the immense blessings that I have in my life, of which I have only spoke small of. They have blessed me more than I could ever comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we only take a moment and contemplate everything good we have in our lives, we gain a new understanding of the simplicity in the moments that take our lives, which condense them down into building blocks for a better future and a continuing adventure aided by friends and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-807768095992915306?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/807768095992915306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=807768095992915306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/807768095992915306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/807768095992915306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/12/understanding-simplicity.html' title='Understanding the simplicity'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-5972381263167153109</id><published>2011-12-30T12:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T12:20:55.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning. Love. It</title><content type='html'>I find it interesting how different people live their lives. The differences in religion, daily rituals, eating, cooking, cleaning, and spending their time when they are off of work. I watched a documentary called, "A day in the life" which has countless numbers of videos shot by people all around the world on one day, July 24, 2010. It shows what different people do, during the same hours that I now typing on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I learned this about people, the way they live is much different from the way I live.&lt;br /&gt;My usual day is as follows (apart from visiting my dad in Colorado at this time):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up between the hours of 7:00am - 9:00am&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for the day and breakfast usually takes 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;Go and workout at Planet Fitness for 1 hr&lt;br /&gt;Come home and wash my body&lt;br /&gt;Text people and see what they are doing&lt;br /&gt;Lounge, blog, facebook, movies&lt;br /&gt;See Matt hopefully in the day&lt;br /&gt;Go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people in this documentary showed me that I am ignorant about what goes on in the world. There are people up at 3 in the morning doing things I never would have thought of. I like documentaries, I love learning about the world, I love learning.&lt;br /&gt;I would be a happy woman if I could be a student for the rest of my days, audit all the classes, and just learn!&lt;br /&gt;That was the underlying reason I wrote this post, not incredibly exciting by any means but I love to read, and learn about things in the world. Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-5972381263167153109?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/5972381263167153109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=5972381263167153109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5972381263167153109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5972381263167153109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-find-it-interesting-how-different.html' title='Learning. Love. It'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-4295293763777540086</id><published>2011-12-28T11:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T11:18:29.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How is it...</title><content type='html'>-That the sun consistently stays up in the universe providing heat continually&lt;br /&gt;-That coffee and tea are bad for you, but good for you at the same time&lt;br /&gt;-That nicotine has such a hold on a person who is addicted&lt;br /&gt;-That Sherlock Holmes is so attractive because of how smart he is&lt;br /&gt;-That taking the time to play COD: Black ops with your father, it becomes fun&lt;br /&gt;-That air drying your hair brings a feeling of being free&lt;br /&gt;-That I can miss one person so much even when they are only less than 500 miles away...sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-4295293763777540086?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/4295293763777540086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=4295293763777540086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4295293763777540086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4295293763777540086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-is-it.html' title='How is it...'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-5668372170588938627</id><published>2011-12-23T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T19:10:52.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before the whole Christmas and New Years  celebrations  take over my life, in a good way, I would like to take a  look back at  my year or at least the things I remember in this year.  Sadly I don't  have many pictures to accompany what has happened but we  will make do  with what I have and for extensive purposes this is for me  to look at  what I've done and accomplished this year and be proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you'd like to read, do it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; - Happily Matt and I got back together after a tw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o month hia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tus   with our relationship and I couldn't have been more happy. That  January  was when I knew I wanted to marry him and there was no one else  for me  in this world that could create the amount of happiness he  gives me. I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;m glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; we came back to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February &lt;/span&gt;- A plethora of events happened as does all February's brin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gs. Especially surrounding loved ones, chocolate, and girls "feel good about yourself" parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vELH4jCDMXU/Tuzqr8InaDI/AAAAAAAAB04/BqsMgW_CV40/s1600/1188167688_ldssa%2Bvalentine%2B11-121-c13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vELH4jCDMXU/Tuzqr8InaDI/AAAAAAAAB04/BqsMgW_CV40/s320/1188167688_ldssa%2Bvalentine%2B11-121-c13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687178470059632690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two   years in a row I have asked Matt to the Institute date dance in   February which is a dinner and dancing to a live 20 pieces Jazz band. We   were dancing up the floor and make up our own steps as we went,   stealing a couple kisses here and there and just enjoying the company of   two crazy people, crazy enough to fall in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfSx5Bt_k1o/TuzqtBcjFNI/AAAAAAAAB1c/UkQ5nAaFgN8/s1600/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfSx5Bt_k1o/TuzqtBcjFNI/AAAAAAAAB1c/UkQ5nAaFgN8/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687178488665281746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The   hunger banquet where the lowest class, (Matt and I) got fed more than   the upper class which was pizza and soft drink. I'll go with the   tortilla and rice if you don't mind. Very eye opening though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OyrUpEFdQO8/Tuzqrx7DnmI/AAAAAAAAB1A/g7znd8OSB9Q/s1600/IMG_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OyrUpEFdQO8/Tuzqrx7DnmI/AAAAAAAAB1A/g7znd8OSB9Q/s320/IMG_0790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687178467318406754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valentine's   Day this year I had to work, all day, my boss hated me anyway so I was   expecting it. Matt was trying to be super suave and and have flowers   delivered to my house before I set out to work...no go. The flowers   didn't end up showing till 8:30 at night, so a little disgruntled Matt   brought them to my work (the sweetheart) and waited for me while I   finished cleaning up. What both of us learned this day, if you want it   done right, do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5hiiNzTwlFU/TuzqsIaQPNI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/_ahTs1rQ0-A/s1600/IMG_0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5hiiNzTwlFU/TuzqsIaQPNI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/_ahTs1rQ0-A/s320/IMG_0830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687178473354837202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A   "feel good about yourself" night with the girls. We had facials,   watched "Bride Wars", painted nails, got dolled up took more than our   fair share of pictures, and just enjoyed being girls. I seriously don't   know what I would do without these girls. They are the cream of the  crop  and know the "weird" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;   -  Every year during Spring Break I usually head to my Dad's in   Colorado which is always a blast, plus the Festival of Colors which is   only truly fun the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yrdc-TJMCLo/Tu0OrQJZOII/AAAAAAAAB1o/hSjNS384dDQ/s1600/IMG_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yrdc-TJMCLo/Tu0OrQJZOII/AAAAAAAAB1o/hSjNS384dDQ/s320/IMG_1076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687218040670337154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the burger, I made up myself. It was delectable, tasty, different, and yes that is Peanut Butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CNuLfc20k8/Tu0Orob-vXI/AAAAAAAAB10/lX18y8eCmWo/s1600/IMG_1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CNuLfc20k8/Tu0Orob-vXI/AAAAAAAAB10/lX18y8eCmWo/s320/IMG_1180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687218047190744434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Festival of Colors, of course, colorful. Purples snot for 2 days, best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;-   I turned 22, the end of the semester, April fools game/prank, Backyard   camping and preparing for serving a mission in Nauvoo, Illinois as a   performing missionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHtxb-oxvhE/TvLJ0Mpc78I/AAAAAAAAB2E/hDJPBAXahtQ/s1600/IMG_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHtxb-oxvhE/TvLJ0Mpc78I/AAAAAAAAB2E/hDJPBAXahtQ/s320/IMG_1229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688831177907826626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ashleigh   warned me, then stole my car (I used to have a problem with leaving  the  keys to my car in the door, not anymore) which started a 4 hour   prank-a-thon which ended up in both cars covered in either window chalk   or....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px8T94VIqUY/TvLJ0flgxlI/AAAAAAAAB2M/yadgOVEsp7s/s1600/IMG_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px8T94VIqUY/TvLJ0flgxlI/AAAAAAAAB2M/yadgOVEsp7s/s320/IMG_1239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688831182991574610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;....selophane   wrap and boxes included (this was my revenge for her stealing my car,   if you want the full post which includes the ins and outs of the daily   prankage you can click &lt;a href="http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-april-fools-day-experience.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aekqg5GhN7I/TvLJ0uHuE1I/AAAAAAAAB2c/8bwcMz8dxig/s1600/IMG_1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aekqg5GhN7I/TvLJ0uHuE1I/AAAAAAAAB2c/8bwcMz8dxig/s320/IMG_1284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688831186893149010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here   is Matt and I at our best...oh shoot that's the wrong picture! Oh   well...as you can see can be...odd. This is at my 22nd sushi birthday   dinner with Matt, Laurie and her boy, Paul and his girl at the time (I   hope they get back together, *hint hint*), we indulged in fried sushi,   and amazing, can I say fantastic? chocolate, chocolate cake. Plus we   manage to take  super duper picture than I now cherish (the one above I   might add)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4piNJ61QxV0/TvLJ1KrNU4I/AAAAAAAAB2o/m_5lcsI1XE8/s1600/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4piNJ61QxV0/TvLJ1KrNU4I/AAAAAAAAB2o/m_5lcsI1XE8/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688831194558190466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whoever said you couldn't go camping outside the woodland area? If anyone did, they were crazy!&lt;br /&gt;As you can see here our humble backyardigan abode'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUvunP6wqdE/TvLJ1j8m7sI/AAAAAAAAB2w/XY_Apip4HdM/s1600/IMG_1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUvunP6wqdE/TvLJ1j8m7sI/AAAAAAAAB2w/XY_Apip4HdM/s320/IMG_1391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688831201342058178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the bums&lt;br /&gt;(From left to right) Rauni, Shelby, Ashleigh&lt;br /&gt;These   bums and I stayed up till 3am playing clue, screaming at dogs rubbing   up against the tent and talking about who knows what, whilst keeping  our  bums warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;May - August &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...Seeing   as so many things happened between the months of May and August in the   same place, I will smoosh them all together in one mass 4 month  picture  explosion, be wary I warned you. My 4 months of the summer were  spent in  the best place I had yet to spend my life; Nauvoo, Illinois  where I had  the opportunity to perform as a missionary for the Church  of Jesus  Christ of Latter-day Saints. It was a blast that changed my  life  forever, it changed the way I look at myself, how I look at life,  and  more importantly how I can help those around me to see the beauty  inside  themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hcn7fbCpvGM/TvSyueF2IeI/AAAAAAAAB3A/KYZ5ZkSy11s/s1600/IMG_1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hcn7fbCpvGM/TvSyueF2IeI/AAAAAAAAB3A/KYZ5ZkSy11s/s320/IMG_1485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689368740697088482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The beginning of the best summer of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSpO3yxv4jk/TvSyubG0JwI/AAAAAAAAB3M/bK-nBoU77Bo/s1600/IMG_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSpO3yxv4jk/TvSyubG0JwI/AAAAAAAAB3M/bK-nBoU77Bo/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689368739895846658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before we knew each other, who knew by the end of the summer we would be sisters in word, deed, and heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1LTTj97hLd8/TvSyu-YRFJI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/JKgPt46F1sQ/s1600/IMG_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1LTTj97hLd8/TvSyu-YRFJI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/JKgPt46F1sQ/s320/IMG_1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689368749364286610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My first companion; such a doll, talented as anyone will ever get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQQcrVl5UPU/TvSyvuO456I/AAAAAAAAB3k/2WG_YxCfPIU/s1600/IMG_1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQQcrVl5UPU/TvSyvuO456I/AAAAAAAAB3k/2WG_YxCfPIU/s320/IMG_1534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689368762209855394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After Carthage, all eyes red, swollen, spirits lifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6SGM5dWIgk/TvSyv4dAXJI/AAAAAAAAB3w/b2vwVZxgfFk/s1600/IMG_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6SGM5dWIgk/TvSyv4dAXJI/AAAAAAAAB3w/b2vwVZxgfFk/s320/IMG_1586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689368764953418898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dinosaur hair day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBed1KVUrZ4/TvUAJrEQDxI/AAAAAAAAB4A/T26Zk0OPnPo/s1600/IMG_1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QBed1KVUrZ4/TvUAJrEQDxI/AAAAAAAAB4A/T26Zk0OPnPo/s320/IMG_1716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689453870431866642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The cutest girls to cross through Nauvoo, followed us everywhere&lt;br /&gt;so naturally I needed a picture with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PvIGJudwCB4/TvUAJ8VFEhI/AAAAAAAAB4M/y_5HF7Byga4/s1600/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PvIGJudwCB4/TvUAJ8VFEhI/AAAAAAAAB4M/y_5HF7Byga4/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689453875065852434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reaction to lightning storm, a HTBT (Had-to-be-there) moment for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tJ7p4pPZ_4E/TvUAKtMkhVI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/hdd1Di9KIqA/s1600/IMG_1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tJ7p4pPZ_4E/TvUAKtMkhVI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/hdd1Di9KIqA/s320/IMG_1909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689453888183502162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nauvoo beauties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbP7f32gJmM/TvUAK7rs0PI/AAAAAAAAB4g/9K8yI7dovME/s1600/IMG_2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbP7f32gJmM/TvUAK7rs0PI/AAAAAAAAB4g/9K8yI7dovME/s320/IMG_2019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689453892072165618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My second companion, deary me we were so alike it was scary, but made for so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;I love her bunches and she changed my life in more ways than she'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;I am eternally grateful for her, her testimony, and the parents who raised her so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfFxug-Yyc4/TvUAK0hcP0I/AAAAAAAAB40/KZ-TW7dYJLI/s1600/IMG_2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfFxug-Yyc4/TvUAK0hcP0I/AAAAAAAAB40/KZ-TW7dYJLI/s320/IMG_2102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689453890150088514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The night the rest of the world saw the 7th and final installation of Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;We correlated it to the gospel instead, while fighting on our kitchen table,&lt;br /&gt;while keeping our dignity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lrko0dXQDX4/TvUBR-7uWYI/AAAAAAAAB48/HHPqQb5zsxE/s1600/IMG_2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lrko0dXQDX4/TvUBR-7uWYI/AAAAAAAAB48/HHPqQb5zsxE/s320/IMG_2122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689455112715393410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Nauvoo Pageant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MqMoAMImEAY/TvUBSLy0I7I/AAAAAAAAB5E/ri7dTKUiqPg/s1600/IMG_2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MqMoAMImEAY/TvUBSLy0I7I/AAAAAAAAB5E/ri7dTKUiqPg/s320/IMG_2251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689455116167685042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just Plain Anna Amanda, hmmm I miss it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qDKRwOYw0ME/TvUBSSLl7cI/AAAAAAAAB5U/RiwCNZds1ps/s1600/IMG_2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qDKRwOYw0ME/TvUBSSLl7cI/AAAAAAAAB5U/RiwCNZds1ps/s320/IMG_2381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689455117882224066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The prettiest temple this side of the Salt Lake "bookend" temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gIKCbwUGkg/TvUBTIVKcsI/AAAAAAAAB5g/xALU5Woz6j4/s1600/IMG_2973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gIKCbwUGkg/TvUBTIVKcsI/AAAAAAAAB5g/xALU5Woz6j4/s320/IMG_2973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689455132417880770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the band wagon looking tired and tired....it was the end of the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sfRTNDQEY-k/TvUBTSwmbmI/AAAAAAAAB5o/67TJ3C74CIc/s1600/IMG_3122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sfRTNDQEY-k/TvUBTSwmbmI/AAAAAAAAB5o/67TJ3C74CIc/s320/IMG_3122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689455135217315426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A  Cast of JPAA (Just Plain Anna Amanda) I learned more about myself  playing this part of a young girl, than I could in a thousand years of  schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BCkjb4dJUME/TvUCdR5egtI/AAAAAAAAB54/PTXs_lKgZ74/s1600/IMG_3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BCkjb4dJUME/TvUCdR5egtI/AAAAAAAAB54/PTXs_lKgZ74/s320/IMG_3299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689456406296429266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most beautiful and talented lady I have ever had the opportunity to meet in this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QtHPt73jHj0/TvUCdR6_aaI/AAAAAAAAB6E/O89nZRZM6d8/s1600/IMG_3503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QtHPt73jHj0/TvUCdR6_aaI/AAAAAAAAB6E/O89nZRZM6d8/s320/IMG_3503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689456406302779810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My companion was and is the bomb, I love her dearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NfFYekyS0I4/TvUCd6_jIfI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/-cbEvgfOYRI/s1600/IMG_3679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NfFYekyS0I4/TvUCd6_jIfI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/-cbEvgfOYRI/s320/IMG_3679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689456417327751666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Signing our names in the house we love so dearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKsEGTY3QvE/TvUCeJHt7vI/AAAAAAAAB6c/0OJkIc6KDik/s1600/IMG_3821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKsEGTY3QvE/TvUCeJHt7vI/AAAAAAAAB6c/0OJkIc6KDik/s320/IMG_3821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689456421120110322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As we were about to walk towards our families after a long day of traveling home...no longer to be missionaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;September -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Lots of Hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48GJEpfvWuM/TvUgp5uZUUI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Qje58pq74Tk/s1600/IMG_3870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-48GJEpfvWuM/TvUgp5uZUUI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Qje58pq74Tk/s320/IMG_3870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689489608494633282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grrr....I'm a bear!!! Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3IFt-Elu1o/TvUgqIL7EvI/AAAAAAAAB6w/iKzzKy7w188/s1600/IMG_3984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3IFt-Elu1o/TvUgqIL7EvI/AAAAAAAAB6w/iKzzKy7w188/s320/IMG_3984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689489612376576754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We  thought this was the lake everyone was talking about, turned out not to  be...but it gave an awesome field shot as you can see here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2oRW6WD9Kc/TvUgqJkt1QI/AAAAAAAAB7A/Iew8Swws4Rs/s1600/IMG_4003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2oRW6WD9Kc/TvUgqJkt1QI/AAAAAAAAB7A/Iew8Swws4Rs/s320/IMG_4003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689489612749001986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt and I at the top of Mt. Timpanogus loving life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3poiJzYTwsU/TvUgqlPM4HI/AAAAAAAAB7M/ILYIvrVGpno/s1600/IMG_4007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3poiJzYTwsU/TvUgqlPM4HI/AAAAAAAAB7M/ILYIvrVGpno/s320/IMG_4007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689489620174954610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All four of us at the top of Mt. Timpanogus&lt;br /&gt;From the left: (Andrew, Matt, Myself, Ashleigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;October -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Halloween Fun (only one picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99cRzk6BiMM/TvUtoBmXlEI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/n5rWwhQV9eo/s1600/IMG_4273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99cRzk6BiMM/TvUtoBmXlEI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/n5rWwhQV9eo/s320/IMG_4273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689503869899871298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt was a type of steampunk futuristic pirate, I was a red crayon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;November - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the month where I got engaged to the love of my life and the sweetheart that I love dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are some pictures of when he proposed to me and if you would like to read the whole story.....click&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/11/engaged-why-yes.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But here's a little "spoiler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I  got out of my Intro to Elementary Education class early and texted Matt  that he could meet me at my house anytime. He was there before I got  home and once I did we headed inside to chill for a bit before heading  to the dance. We were talking, kissing, and saying “I love you” on the  couch for about 20 mins ....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EAEWDhEHIy4/TvUwBdZf0JI/AAAAAAAAB7k/HpkylZyUNkk/s1600/269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EAEWDhEHIy4/TvUwBdZf0JI/AAAAAAAAB7k/HpkylZyUNkk/s320/269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689506505882062994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aBcaei_DJsI/TvUwBjeILzI/AAAAAAAAB7w/Bc053W0TKaE/s1600/271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aBcaei_DJsI/TvUwBjeILzI/AAAAAAAAB7w/Bc053W0TKaE/s320/271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689506507512098610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycg-ukVSOU0/TvUwB7eKdCI/AAAAAAAAB78/8TtdvmGjE-Y/s1600/272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycg-ukVSOU0/TvUwB7eKdCI/AAAAAAAAB78/8TtdvmGjE-Y/s320/272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689506513954698274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15oZwEAVekE/TvUwCFoadKI/AAAAAAAAB8E/QR4BRWwLPiY/s1600/273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-15oZwEAVekE/TvUwCFoadKI/AAAAAAAAB8E/QR4BRWwLPiY/s320/273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689506516682044578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUp8YKK-DG0/TvUwCewssCI/AAAAAAAAB8U/b3c7fzBHPhI/s1600/274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUp8YKK-DG0/TvUwCewssCI/AAAAAAAAB8U/b3c7fzBHPhI/s320/274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689506523427680290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"...&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;I   start walking up towards him and knew what was coming then and there.   He said, “ Brianna, I have loved the time we have had to spend with  each  other and the time we have gotten to know each other, I know now  ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfLkhoAKl6Y/TvUxs6DOSNI/AAAAAAAAB8g/crS6QB56hlc/s1600/IMG_4299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PfLkhoAKl6Y/TvUxs6DOSNI/AAAAAAAAB8g/crS6QB56hlc/s320/IMG_4299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689508351819270354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The beautiful ring, dang he spoils me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December -  &lt;/span&gt;Wedding Dress shopping, Christmas Caroling...and the end of the year which hasn't happened yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bj4w6IFQwzQ/TvUxtQfO5qI/AAAAAAAAB84/JBJwEg3KyvA/s1600/IMG_4396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bj4w6IFQwzQ/TvUxtQfO5qI/AAAAAAAAB84/JBJwEg3KyvA/s320/IMG_4396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689508357842331298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NOT the dress I'm getting, but tried on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yOA69XlgJ0c/TvUxs-kHHCI/AAAAAAAAB8s/Nc22J6ijyrQ/s1600/IMG_4382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yOA69XlgJ0c/TvUxs-kHHCI/AAAAAAAAB8s/Nc22J6ijyrQ/s320/IMG_4382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689508353030954018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Going to see Matt as Young Ebenezer Scrooge at HCTO! He did frankly, amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;If you made it this far you are definitely my friend and I love you, thanks for being apart of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's  to a wonderful year that I experienced with so many people, so many  experiences and the happiness that 2011 was a year of growth, sadness,  happiness, joy and love. 2012 can only bring more happiness and joy and  growth, plus a new husband!!! I cannot wait for this coming year to  bring new experiences and wonders. Love this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-5668372170588938627?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/5668372170588938627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=5668372170588938627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5668372170588938627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5668372170588938627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-in-review.html' title='A Year in Review'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vELH4jCDMXU/Tuzqr8InaDI/AAAAAAAAB04/BqsMgW_CV40/s72-c/1188167688_ldssa%2Bvalentine%2B11-121-c13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-6334228159400733973</id><published>2011-12-15T10:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:19:55.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Noel: my favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope to one day be apart of this amazing choir, but now I will but listen and enjoy the spirit that fills my home when I do listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, and just let the music fill your soul with joy for the birth of the man who has always carried our sorrows, who is a friend, our brother and the one man who was born in the humblest of circumstances, but brought about the most good in human history.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for the fact that I have this knowledge and to some degree know him personally. I hope that through the years of my life that relationship will blossom into one just like brother and sister, friend and confidant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/feCxUs0LzM0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;and thank God everyday for Music&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/2025083440948087074-6334228159400733973?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/6334228159400733973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=6334228159400733973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6334228159400733973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6334228159400733973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-noel-my-favorite.html' title='The First Noel: my favorite'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/feCxUs0LzM0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-3271490334464466905</id><published>2011-12-14T10:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:15:48.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind is odd. My mind is weird.</title><content type='html'>My dreams are filled with worries that I didn't know I was worried about, or are filled with things I thought I was done worrying about but if they are sticky enough to fill my dreams then it seems they haven't been dealt with properly or needing to be dealt with in the form of an out-of-the-ordinary dream or nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dreams could be box office hits, if only I remembered every detail&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/2025083440948087074-3271490334464466905?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3271490334464466905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3271490334464466905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3271490334464466905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3271490334464466905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-mind-is-odd-my-mind-is-weird.html' title='My mind is odd. My mind is weird.'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-2805910713453237321</id><published>2011-12-13T09:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T09:43:18.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments that Matter Most</title><content type='html'>I'll be honest I can never get through this video without bawling like a little kid who's scraped their knee. It touches me somewhere deep inside every time I watch it. So whenever you're having a bad day, a feeling of unfulfilled day, a hard day, a challenging time, remember the moments that matter most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your First Kiss&lt;br /&gt;Your First Crush&lt;br /&gt;Your First (able to remember) Birthday&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to cry things out&lt;br /&gt;Your love for your friends&lt;br /&gt;Your love for you family&lt;br /&gt;The falling snow&lt;br /&gt;The ability to worship as we please&lt;br /&gt;Healthy Foods&lt;br /&gt;Honesty&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Dinner with Family&lt;br /&gt;Laughing till your stomach aches&lt;br /&gt;A baby's smile&lt;br /&gt;A hug from a long lost friend&lt;br /&gt;Doing what is right&lt;br /&gt;Eating donuts while setting up the Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;...are but a few of my Matter Mosts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We would do well to slow down a little, focus on the significant, lift up our eyes and focus on the things that truly matter most. Strength comes not from frantic activity, but from being settled on a firm foundation of truth and light..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l70e1TfN34w" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"...it comes from paying attention to the Divine things That Matter Most..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diligently doing the things that Matter Most will lead us to the Savior of the World."&lt;/span&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/2025083440948087074-2805910713453237321?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/2805910713453237321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=2805910713453237321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2805910713453237321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2805910713453237321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/12/moments-that-matter-most.html' title='Moments that Matter Most'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/l70e1TfN34w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-5152278149355403716</id><published>2011-12-12T17:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T17:50:03.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes the hard is what makes us grow</title><content type='html'>I've had a realization, well actually it's been a thought that i've been thinking about quite frequently these past couple months. My thought is this: Why does God give such hardships, temptations, trials to those who are keeping the gospel commandments as best they can. Those who are stalwart members of the church and even if the person isn't a member of my faith they are hit with very real and hard situations that sometimes seem so overwhelming that only brings one to tears or to their knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would a God let that happen. I have come up with an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have these moments, these trials where we feel like we can't keep going but we tend to forget there is something around the bend that will either bless us emotionally, physically, or spiritually. There is always a lesson to be learned when we experience the "growing pains" of mortal life. We have these moments where everything seems to be falling at our feet because we have yet to fall to the Savior's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through these recent months I hadn't come to terms with that thought: We literally can't do anything, fix anything, or accomplish anything to the fullest without a Savior. That's why he died! He died for me, he died for you. His death is the fundamental reason I know I am Child of God and have the ability to get past any trial if I but my trust in Him and never look back. Only refer to the past to learn from not to live in. That's been my block, my wall, not trusting in the Lord by relying on my own merits and abilities to get me past mistakes, down moments, failings, and wantings. He was only waiting for me to take a step of faith towards Him and let Him use the atonement in my life.&lt;br /&gt;The Atonement is amazing, real, and the most fantastic thing that has happened in recent history. If it can be in the history books I consider it recent. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for my Savior and for the month long ability to think of and ponder about His birth, His mission, His life, His death, and His resurrection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-5152278149355403716?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/5152278149355403716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=5152278149355403716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5152278149355403716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5152278149355403716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-hard-is-what-makes-us-grow.html' title='Sometimes the hard is what makes us grow'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-5968593963850894678</id><published>2011-12-06T10:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:42:58.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am grateful...</title><content type='html'>for Matt Call, and the love he has for me&lt;br /&gt;He is amazing and I'm so lucky to to have him in my life&lt;br /&gt;So, so very lucky. I don't know how I got to be this lucky,&lt;br /&gt;life will be amazing, hard times, but growing with him will be easier than growing alone,&lt;br /&gt;holy josephat!!! I love that guy :)&lt;br /&gt;for LDC, the people within, the music sung and the spirit that is felt everyday&lt;br /&gt;for my mother and her sweet heart for those all around her and the smile she keeps&lt;br /&gt;for my friends, even ones where our paths haven't crossed for an amount of time, we still come back together as though nothing happened, we unknowingly pick up where we left off&lt;br /&gt;for frozen yogurt, can I say mmmm&lt;br /&gt;for the Christmas season and my journal for writing down thoughts&lt;br /&gt;for love, for food, for happiness, for everything I've been blessed with&lt;br /&gt;for getting a knock in the head from my heavenly father every once in awhile, reminding how blessed I actually am&lt;br /&gt;for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-5968593963850894678?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/5968593963850894678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=5968593963850894678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5968593963850894678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5968593963850894678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-grateful.html' title='I am grateful...'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-5190425925571098295</id><published>2011-12-04T12:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T12:54:35.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes I forget....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"I am a daughter of Heavenly Father who loves me, I have faith in His eternal plan, which centers on Jesus Christ My Savior, who gave his life for me"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ministerlane.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/jesus-and-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 460px;" src="http://ministerlane.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/jesus-and-child.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;In life...that is all that matters. To live is to love, to love is to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2025083440948087074-5190425925571098295?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/5190425925571098295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=5190425925571098295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5190425925571098295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5190425925571098295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-i-forget.html' title='sometimes I forget....'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-8424979831814017296</id><published>2011-11-30T13:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T13:45:26.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd feeling</title><content type='html'>I'm in an odd stage of life. I feel disconnected from two groups of my life which I have grown so fond of but now purposely or un-purposely I have been booted from both. &lt;div&gt;One Group is that of the single life, the other marriage-dom. I'm in the middle, in limbo, swimming in the equivalent of the spirit world after someone dies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel odd, I feel weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fiance' is in "A Christmas Carol" at the Hale Center theater where he has had rehearsal every night for the past month...so the only times I see him are late at night when I'm barely coherent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself is not doing too hot, I keep making these dang-nab-it same mistakes that leave me hating myself and forgetting all the Joy that I should be feeling at this time in my life. The sad thing is that these emotions of hatred towards myself, I bring upon myself. I practically fling it across the room which leaves me wondering, "What the heck just happened?" "Why am I feeling like THIS again?" "Again! Really Brianna, my gosh would you just grow and be ...grown up?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel down on myself, and keep rolling down into muddy piles or egg stricken shirts that keep having to be thrown in the washer...my conscious keeps reminding me that even your best shirt can only be washed so many times before it starts fraying at the edges and falling apart...leaving holes in the shirt from mistakes and lost hours of self pity and grief. &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/2025083440948087074-8424979831814017296?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/8424979831814017296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=8424979831814017296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8424979831814017296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8424979831814017296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/11/odd-feeling.html' title='Odd feeling'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-9003961910012691364</id><published>2011-11-22T10:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:46:50.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Plans</title><content type='html'>I don't even know where to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you think about the reception place,&lt;br /&gt;the ring ceremony after the temple,&lt;br /&gt;the dancing,&lt;br /&gt;the food,&lt;br /&gt;the bridesmaid dresses,&lt;br /&gt;the tuxes for the men,&lt;br /&gt;getting everyone from everywhere to Utah in April,&lt;br /&gt;making that money,&lt;br /&gt;not going into debt,&lt;br /&gt;buying a dress,&lt;br /&gt;picking a hairstyle,&lt;br /&gt;buying shoes,&lt;br /&gt;designing a cake,&lt;br /&gt;learn a song to sing,&lt;br /&gt;honeymoon details,&lt;br /&gt;money, money, money,&lt;br /&gt;marriage license,&lt;br /&gt;reception activities,&lt;br /&gt;wedding flowers,&lt;br /&gt;wedding song,&lt;br /&gt;wedding food,&lt;br /&gt;lunch-in,&lt;br /&gt;taking engagement photos,&lt;br /&gt;invitations 200+,&lt;br /&gt;picking wedding colors,&lt;br /&gt;and amongst other things making it 5 months without losing my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of things I Need&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of things I want but don't need&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of things that would be nice to have but probably won't&lt;br /&gt;Keeping everybody happy&lt;br /&gt;and restraining myself from taking the drive-thru marriage in Vegas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really what matters is that if at the end of the day I am married to Matt Call than everything went perfect, whether or not the dress looked right, the food was tacky, the cake was a disaster, and anything else that could happen. As long as he is there with me and has a ring on his finger and I can drive away with him and start our new life, everything will be fine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the sappy little interlude, I still have to plan.&lt;br /&gt;Boy o Boy do I have to Plan&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/2025083440948087074-9003961910012691364?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/9003961910012691364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=9003961910012691364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/9003961910012691364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/9003961910012691364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/11/wedding-plans.html' title='Wedding Plans'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-8421892658115004258</id><published>2011-11-14T17:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:47:30.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Kosher to be this happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.google.com/url?source=imglanding&amp;amp;ct=img&amp;amp;q=http://csgraphi.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/i_love_you_this_much.jpg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=gbXBTo_sLsnV0QG_sIHhBA&amp;amp;ved=0CAsQ8wc&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFa_cgSNUjniyDC2ZzT2mXarWAcRQ"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.google.com/url?source=imglanding&amp;amp;ct=img&amp;amp;q=http://csgraphi.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/i_love_you_this_much.jpg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=gbXBTo_sLsnV0QG_sIHhBA&amp;amp;ved=0CAsQ8wc&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFa_cgSNUjniyDC2ZzT2mXarWAcRQ" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it possible to be THIS in love with someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it possible to not be able to get anything done because all you think about is that person?&lt;br /&gt;It is fair that only the girl gets a constant reminder of the bond the two people now share?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possibly that I can make it for 5 months without being married to this man?&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible not to feel like shouting from the rooftops that I'm engaged at every moment of every day?&lt;br /&gt;Is it ok that I feel completely selfish for the moment and all I want to talk about is him and the proposal?&lt;br /&gt;Is it fine and dandy that 5 months is almost half a year too long?&lt;br /&gt;Is it fine that I am putting myself through this "agony" (dramatic moment) because I didn't want to get married during the school year, stupid much.&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that I found someone that I will be head over heels in love with, cherish, enjoy my company with, learn from, grow from and can't enough of for the the remainder of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Love is great. Engagement is great. It comes when it is supposed to and I'm glad it came now in my life.&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/2025083440948087074-8421892658115004258?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/8421892658115004258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=8421892658115004258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8421892658115004258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8421892658115004258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-it-kosher-to-be-this-happy.html' title='Is it Kosher to be this happy?'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-994282775235201917</id><published>2011-11-12T00:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T18:49:46.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged? why yes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm engaged!!!!! 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He was there before I got home and once I did we headed inside to chill for a bit before heading to the dance. We were talking, kissing, and saying “I love you” on the couch for about 20 mins before I finally decided that we should go to the dance. At one point I was holding his hands and they were super sweaty for some reason and then he got a call from his work friend Nick and scurried off really fast to talk to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;As we were driving to the dance Matt was showing me this gorgeous Christmas song that I played at least 4 times before we got there. Hand in hand we walked in and gave them our tickets. We walked into the gym and saw a miniature golf place and a huge blow up obstacle course and we decided to try it out. I beat him both times and he said I cheated because I ended up jumping instead of sliding down at the end, oops. But no one told what I was supposed to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;After we were done Matt grabbed his jacket and we headed to the dance floor to start doing some dancing. We danced hard and soon saw Cameron Smiley and Cami Johnson (who work together) and we danced with them for a bit. During one of the songs Matt started saying that his music had gotten onto I-tunes and that people had been purchasing them around this area. I was slightly taken back that he hadn’t told me but was ecstatic all the same, especially seeing as when the song that was playing ending suddenly his song, “come here” which was written about me started playing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I freaked out, I was saying things like, “oh my gosh it’s your song” “How did they get it” “people are buying it!!!” “This is so cool’ We partied it up with me putting him in turns and he doing the same. Half way through the song though he turns to me and says, “I’m going to go get a drink..” I was sad but he walked away and I continued to dance with Cameron and Cami. Then, I hear his voice over the PA system saying, “ Sorry everyone I just need to take a moment, I have written this song for a girl and would like to invite her up to the front because I have something to ask of her…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I start walking up towards him and knew what was coming then and there. He said, “ Brianna, I have loved the time we have had to spend with each other and the time we have gotten to know each other, I know now that I want to spend the rest of this life and the rest of eternity with you as my wife, Brianna Jean Pettit, will you Marry Me?” I waited for a moment and couldn’t think of anything else to say besides, “Yes” at the top of my lungs and then grab him around the neck and kiss him good while the crowd cheered, hooted, and a hollered. The DJ then put on a slow song and we and the rest of the 250 or so people started dancing. All I saw in the moment was him and I until Alli and a few girls from choir came and lifted me in a huge hug and saying how excited they were for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Matt and I decided that we would leave then and go show people the ring and such. &lt;/span&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/2025083440948087074-994282775235201917?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/994282775235201917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=994282775235201917' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/994282775235201917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/994282775235201917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/11/engaged-why-yes.html' title='Engaged? why yes!!!'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-co6m9XT8f_8/Tr4ekTKHWuI/AAAAAAAAByc/YubpGuEO6MY/s72-c/IMG_4294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-150603777754403641</id><published>2011-11-11T16:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:24:27.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksfulness Continuation 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imranhunzai.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/happy-11-11-11-11-11-11-11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://imranhunzai.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/happy-11-11-11-11-11-11-11.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am thankful for being able to observe in a classroom for my hours where the teacher lets me participate with the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for being given the opportunity to read, "Horton Hatches the Egg" and be reminded that no matter the struggle we face that as long as there is persistence, trust in our own abilities (and with the help of the Lord's) we can accomplish anything, even if it is receiving a baby elephant bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for sweet little 8 year old's that don't have preconceived notions about me or about their classmates, they are there to learn and to grow. I am thankful for those small little compliments I receive from Jazlyn about what I wear every week, even if I look horrid and she only compliments me on my necklace. I am thankful for Alicia who made my day by shouting that I was awesome as I walked out to go to "big kid" school. I am thankful for Mrs. Cannon giving me opportunities in that classroom every week that will not go to waste but prepare me, in advance for the future when I have my own 2nd grade classroom. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the students who were performing a psychology assessment and handing out free milk and cookies for just spending a moment of my time letting them take a portrait picture of me. Milk and cookies on a cold day, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that my math teacher made a big deal out of 11/11/11 11:11:11 (even seconds) and stopped class for that moment so we all could make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I was able to in those 60 seconds, make 4 distinct wishes, that are now written down that I believe will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful I get another round of wishing at 11/11/11 11:11 pm !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that lots of people will think I'm crazy for doing this and that the other half of people will be doing it right along with me. It's ok to be child-like in moments like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a surprise letter on facebook from a friend that I had thought I had lost contact with, that I had thought i'd lost her as a friend. I am grateful to God, to her, for trusting me with everything she has gone through. I am thankful, and always will be, that she is my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a date dance tonight so that I can boogie hard, and sleep awesome tonight with dreams of zombies and other things :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-150603777754403641?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/150603777754403641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=150603777754403641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/150603777754403641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/150603777754403641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksfulness-continuation-2.html' title='Thanksfulness Continuation 2'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-4068556799672961584</id><published>2011-11-09T15:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:45:05.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness days starting now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanted to jump on the bandwagon of being thankful, seriously thankful for the remainder of time before Thanksgiving. So, today (and it's only 3:30pm in the afternoon) I have had numerous reasons to be thankful for, some being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the most thankful for Matthew Call and the sincere love that he has for me, his patience, his bounce back rate, and just loving me for me. He is the mortar to my broken life pot pieces and he makes me whole. I don't have any idea where, who, or what I would be doing with my life without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my ASL teacher who may be a little over the top at times but her jokes started the brightening of my day and I wish I could express that verbally because signing wouldn't give it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am thankful for my math homework today, I was stuck on a hard problem for 12 minutes, (yes I counted) and once I had finished I realized that the problem had a part B, same stuff, different numbers. I was on the verge of tears but then instead of taking 12 minutes it took a measly 30 seconds. Tender little mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the international students who were passing out BRIGHT PINK cotton candy while I was walking to math class. I am also grateful for the guy who walked out of my classroom from the previous class and only smiled when I took a huge bite of my cotton candy while exclaming with a "chomp" like sound out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the middle aged woman in my math class that I have the opportunity to sit by and she saying that I was a math wiz, boosted my ego for a slight second :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my dear cousin Shelby for singing, "His Hands" in LDC today and bringing the spirit to my soul. She reminded me, through the help of the song, that my heavenly father does love me no matter the mistakes I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the sunshine to bask in while I watch 13 going on 30 because I had all my homework done and could relax in the quietness of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am thankful for washing dishes, do you know how therapeutic that is? Man! No wonder I want a huge family, I can make huge dinners and than spend an hour, to myself, thinking washing the dishes. It may sound weird to you...but it is quite magical to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for today November 9,2011 at 3:32pm. I love today, and my goodness I'm grateful for it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/501757159_xbq57UXU_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 647px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-4068556799672961584?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/4068556799672961584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=4068556799672961584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4068556799672961584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4068556799672961584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankfulness-days-starting-now.html' title='Thankfulness days starting now...'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-2122265756747698727</id><published>2011-11-06T18:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:06:47.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm excited, anxious, anticipating, lively, hoping, waiting...in a good way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sometimes goes too smoothly to be believable.&lt;br /&gt;Life is sometimes so exciting that you can't stay in one spot for longer than a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Life is sometimes wonderful, but keeps you guessing what's around the next corner.&lt;br /&gt;God knows what will make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;He places people in your life that will change it for the better.&lt;br /&gt;He gives you opportunities to grow, even if it stretches you a bit.&lt;br /&gt;He gives us love.&lt;br /&gt;He gives us second chances.&lt;br /&gt;He helps write each individual love story.&lt;br /&gt;He helps life be worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone watching out for my happiness that I cannot see, but he loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-2122265756747698727?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/2122265756747698727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=2122265756747698727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2122265756747698727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2122265756747698727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-92536089782884629</id><published>2011-10-29T14:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:43:10.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for a moment: A Beautiful Heartbreak by Hilary Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Heartache is a gift God has given us to know that we need him by our side to enable us to feel incomprehensible joy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xyX-I-um5Kk" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If we all wrote our own signs, we would be more compassionate towards one another..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-92536089782884629?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/92536089782884629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=92536089782884629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/92536089782884629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/92536089782884629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/10/through-for-moment-beautiful-heartbreak.html' title='Thought for a moment: A Beautiful Heartbreak by Hilary Weeks'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xyX-I-um5Kk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-7747091878336600159</id><published>2011-10-18T13:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:25:29.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I just realized how much I love my father&lt;br /&gt;He. Is. Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aND_2jI_TmU/Tp3eQOtNufI/AAAAAAAAByE/dfUa8VXQTQs/s1600/40165_451821149533_677084533_6267703_6901008_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aND_2jI_TmU/Tp3eQOtNufI/AAAAAAAAByE/dfUa8VXQTQs/s320/40165_451821149533_677084533_6267703_6901008_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664928276708964850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has cared about me for my entire life and in more moments than one I have taken advantage of him, whether it was asking for money, or not saying thank you when he did something nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love him dearly and I'm so glad that he is in my life even if we are a couple hundred miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that there is a way for me to talk with him each day and to be able to express our joys, our frustrations, and our irritants to each other without the feeling of judgment from the other person.&lt;br /&gt;He is ...there isn't even a word to express how much I love and revere that man.&lt;br /&gt;He is exceptional and has such a spirit, even though he isn't part of my faith you can tell that Heavenly Father is aware of him and loves him deeply.&lt;br /&gt;He wants nothing more than to drop his work and go and serve people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is a quality person.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that he is my dad and I'm so happy and blessed to be his little girl.&lt;br /&gt;I wish we were closer in housing but I never regret any of the conversations that we have had over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I love you dad, and I'll always be your little girl.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for who you are and the person you have helped me become and am continuing to become.&lt;br /&gt;You are my hero in several different ways along with my mom and grandma Joy.&lt;br /&gt;You are special, you important, and you are my father.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the little kids on this earth I have you as a father and I couldn't be anymore blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you papa, daddio, dajo, pops, dads&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Daughter&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/2025083440948087074-7747091878336600159?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/7747091878336600159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=7747091878336600159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7747091878336600159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7747091878336600159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aND_2jI_TmU/Tp3eQOtNufI/AAAAAAAAByE/dfUa8VXQTQs/s72-c/40165_451821149533_677084533_6267703_6901008_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-3290466044380224274</id><published>2011-10-16T15:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T15:32:58.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASTAW: A Scripture Thought A Week</title><content type='html'>Today in church I had an epiphany of sorts, we were talking about how technology is an instrument and tool for spreading the gospel across the earth, or at least the world wide web. If the internet should be used for anything useful I concur with the speaker in its ability to forward the use of missionary work and bringing people to the truthfulness of the gospel. It can bring so much...JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what my first ASTAW is going to be about: JOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about the difference between happiness and joy?&lt;br /&gt;I believe that happiness is the little moments that brighten our day, like a text saying how much someone cares about you, or seeing someone do something nice for someone else, or any of the other hundreds that could fill in the blank.&lt;br /&gt;While Joy is something much deeper, it is almost it's own planet, it's own emotion really.&lt;br /&gt;Joy are those moments that leave an impression on our lives. Those moments where when we look back to them give us the hope that life really is worth fighting for and that the journey is always continuing.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how badly we did on a test, or if our boyfriend dumps us, or if the sun hasn't shone it's beautiful face for a matter of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Joy is the sunshine in the hard moments of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Joy can come in multiple ways and I believe it is special and personal for everyone, the hard part sometimes is remembering those moments of pure joy.&lt;br /&gt;When we stop and give thought to it, those moments of pure joy usually surround those times when we were surrounded by those who we love and cherish.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;Live for these people, give for these people.&lt;br /&gt;Charity and Joy go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;When we have Charity we have Joy and we spread it farther than we could ever comprehend, it's only a matter of taking one step out of comfort zone to "comfort" someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in it, Learn from it, Grow from it, and you can Live Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"And for this cause ye shall have fullness of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and ye shall sit down in the kingdom of my Father;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;yea, your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; shall be full,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;even as the Father hath given me fullness of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and ye shall be even as I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and I am even as the Father;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and the Father and I are one;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;                                                                                                            -3 Nephi 28:10&lt;/span&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/2025083440948087074-3290466044380224274?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3290466044380224274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3290466044380224274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3290466044380224274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3290466044380224274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/10/astaw-scripture-thought-week.html' title='ASTAW: A Scripture Thought A Week'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-5550457689845270780</id><published>2011-10-16T08:24:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T09:32:01.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't be identified by the name inscribed on your underpants...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was a good day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lxN8jtKoO0/Tpr4OHRcTUI/AAAAAAAABvs/lqJAAnz5wV8/s1600/IMG_4183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lxN8jtKoO0/Tpr4OHRcTUI/AAAAAAAABvs/lqJAAnz5wV8/s320/IMG_4183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664112402725883202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This  day started out with driving down to Provo to have eggs and potatoes  with my friend Blue while watching "Coraline" to kick off, in a sense,  the Halloween season for me and her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was epic to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ege8I0z-68I/Tpr4O-VlSFI/AAAAAAAABwM/Ci4bCFZJ9lQ/s1600/IMG_4197.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once  the movie was over I jumped into my  car which is adorned with all  sorts of trinkets and drove down to north Provo to pick up this little  chick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7w5_Qh7S9XU/Tpr6reyQAGI/AAAAAAAABxY/CLSHLQIvLL0/s1600/IMG_4199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7w5_Qh7S9XU/Tpr6reyQAGI/AAAAAAAABxY/CLSHLQIvLL0/s320/IMG_4199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664115106276966498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erin: It was her birthday (happy birthday dear) and her shirt is amazing, plus the face adds to the fact that she was owning turning 23!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6n4xeQSKmUc/Tpr4PLkC0lI/AAAAAAAABwg/Lr0TfXO6zVs/s1600/IMG_4198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6n4xeQSKmUc/Tpr4PLkC0lI/AAAAAAAABwg/Lr0TfXO6zVs/s320/IMG_4198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664112421057516114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Liesl:she came along on our little hike up past vivian park regardless of her ever growing tummy pain, we (E + Me) were glad she was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNal0oLYYO4/Tpr6rJCOhBI/AAAAAAAABxM/PKc0bGkWoO8/s1600/IMG_4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNal0oLYYO4/Tpr6rJCOhBI/AAAAAAAABxM/PKc0bGkWoO8/s320/IMG_4200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664115100438397970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The fall snow that was had little over a week ago didn't kill all the colors, which was a happiness I had to capture. Plus it's quite picturesque don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the hiking was done I went along with Matt to go buy some ammo from Gunnies and these horrific zombie targets. We then drove halfway across Utah to get to Saratoga Springs to shoot some .22 and .45 guns. Yes, I shoot guns and I like it :) I'm pretty good at it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0_DtXMoDx8/Tpr6q1tI7II/AAAAAAAABxA/_C9FRY9evRk/s1600/IMG_4204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0_DtXMoDx8/Tpr6q1tI7II/AAAAAAAABxA/_C9FRY9evRk/s320/IMG_4204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664115095249677442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Basic training for the Apocalypse, be ready, they will look like this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KzUVyYg95Mc/Tpr6qXia0mI/AAAAAAAABw0/vsHzJ0IbMr8/s1600/IMG_4205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KzUVyYg95Mc/Tpr6qXia0mI/AAAAAAAABw0/vsHzJ0IbMr8/s320/IMG_4205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664115087151649378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is handsome isn't he? (Man, I love him) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1KJwhs89lk8/Tpr6qaiZgjI/AAAAAAAABwo/rSRaUe7i2xc/s1600/IMG_4206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1KJwhs89lk8/Tpr6qaiZgjI/AAAAAAAABwo/rSRaUe7i2xc/s320/IMG_4206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664115087956869682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plus the image above are where MY bullets entered with  his little .22 pistol which I think i'm quite the shot with... you can  state your own opinion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My grandma was a good shot and so am I, got lead in my veins I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zq1ZLM5VlE/Tpr7UKTLZGI/AAAAAAAABxk/YogC2pdPaVI/s1600/IMG_4207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Zq1ZLM5VlE/Tpr7UKTLZGI/AAAAAAAABxk/YogC2pdPaVI/s320/IMG_4207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664115805152568418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd rather take picture of his amazing skill and as we were walking up to this space a man yelled from the window, "Being dressed like that you two look like Bonnie and Clyde"..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shooting we decided to get some food in Lehi and then drive back to Provo, it was a magnificent day with many people I love, yummy food, and hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;It was a much needed day to just relax while engaging in fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and made&lt;br /&gt;THIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-px0KlvUqJU0/Tpr7URwUxiI/AAAAAAAABxs/E87YFg5acpA/s1600/IMG_4211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-px0KlvUqJU0/Tpr7URwUxiI/AAAAAAAABxs/E87YFg5acpA/s320/IMG_4211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664115807153866274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Peaches and Cream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 spoonfuls of Vanilla Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;I ripe peach cut up and thrown on top&lt;br /&gt;A few drizzles of honey&lt;br /&gt;1 handful of old fashioned oats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you wanna try this! I can't say how many times I had this while in Nauvoo, it takes me back to home like no other :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic sabbath everyone, I know I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2025083440948087074-5550457689845270780?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/5550457689845270780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=5550457689845270780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5550457689845270780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-2863901857458268541</id><published>2011-10-13T15:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T15:08:46.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a job interview on Tuesday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2025083440948087074-2863901857458268541?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/2863901857458268541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-3574808468856400070</id><published>2011-10-12T19:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:26:18.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Classes are great&lt;br /&gt;I know my major&lt;br /&gt;I have a love who is weird like me&lt;br /&gt;I am in an awesome choir&lt;br /&gt;My mom loves me&lt;br /&gt;I have an awesome dad&lt;br /&gt;I have wonderful friends&lt;br /&gt;I know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I know where I am going&lt;br /&gt;Time is consistently moving at a rate I can deal with&lt;br /&gt;The sun keeps shining&lt;br /&gt;It warms up in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Halloween starts holiday grandeur&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing everyday&lt;br /&gt;I have my scriptures&lt;br /&gt;I've read 7 books in less than a month&lt;br /&gt;My cat has let me snuggle with him for the past week&lt;br /&gt;I have wonderful memories of Nauvoo&lt;br /&gt;Did I say my friends are fantastic?&lt;br /&gt;Love is great&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing people get engaged and you can see they love each other (thank you facebook pics)&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are still changing&lt;br /&gt;I have a blanket at night&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught up on all my homework&lt;br /&gt;I may get above a 3.2 this semester which is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a teacher of little kids for my career, how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want to do in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;Money is an issue, but it has seemed to work out so far&lt;br /&gt;The Lord hears my prayers&lt;br /&gt;The gospel is true&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be super optimistic about it,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt; I'm going to like it&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/2025083440948087074-3574808468856400070?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3574808468856400070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3574808468856400070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3574808468856400070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3574808468856400070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-380706408494863638</id><published>2011-10-10T16:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:31:12.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nauvoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I really do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I please go back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h87wgCkJP9g/TpN9jQ_xiOI/AAAAAAAABvQ/jm6FvFLstck/s1600/1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h87wgCkJP9g/TpN9jQ_xiOI/AAAAAAAABvQ/jm6FvFLstck/s320/1420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662007201346193634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo5APeDizFU/TpN9i6S9LfI/AAAAAAAABvI/XyGaCZO3pKo/s1600/1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo5APeDizFU/TpN9i6S9LfI/AAAAAAAABvI/XyGaCZO3pKo/s320/1134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662007195252633074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vY744c6rvHY/TpN9ic7ArOI/AAAAAAAABvA/Rg_B4FczUpE/s1600/900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vY744c6rvHY/TpN9ic7ArOI/AAAAAAAABvA/Rg_B4FczUpE/s320/900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662007187367570658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tngSUCdVzFs/TpN9h3nJAnI/AAAAAAAABu4/V5NNaqcT9AQ/s1600/1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tngSUCdVzFs/TpN9h3nJAnI/AAAAAAAABu4/V5NNaqcT9AQ/s320/1023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662007177352118898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kJjb6hC78A/TpN771BAg1I/AAAAAAAABuw/rJ-dAhmlR0Y/s1600/1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9kJjb6hC78A/TpN771BAg1I/AAAAAAAABuw/rJ-dAhmlR0Y/s320/1620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662005424308650834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss it so much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-380706408494863638?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/380706408494863638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=380706408494863638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/380706408494863638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/380706408494863638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/10/nauvoo.html' title='Nauvoo'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h87wgCkJP9g/TpN9jQ_xiOI/AAAAAAAABvQ/jm6FvFLstck/s72-c/1420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-105189503851157428</id><published>2011-10-10T14:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T14:30:15.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear...( )</title><content type='html'>I liked you better when you were overweight, you weren't lying to yourself then&lt;br /&gt;I liked you better when you would tell me about your life and not leave me left out because you thought I was naive.&lt;br /&gt;I liked you better when you had a testimony&lt;br /&gt;I liked you better when we were friends and not just acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;I liked you better when you cared about my life as much as I care about yours&lt;br /&gt;I liked you better when we had things in common&lt;br /&gt;I liked you better when you treated yourself with respect&lt;br /&gt;I liked you better when you weren't lying to me point blank&lt;br /&gt;I liked you better when we were friends&lt;br /&gt;I liked you better when you were comfortable in your own skin and didn't have to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;I liked you better before...now I don't know who you are and it makes me sad that you may be one of the people that was only supposed to be in my life for a long period of time and then disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope life works, I hope you are happy, I hope you are making the right decisions (even though I know you're not) I hope you live up to who you can be one day, you are amazing right now but I know there is more to you than you want to put energy into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easy way was never eternal happiness only temporal. I'll be here when you want to come back, like I always have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-105189503851157428?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/105189503851157428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=105189503851157428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/105189503851157428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/105189503851157428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear.html' title='Dear...( )'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-8994207644541484888</id><published>2011-09-29T18:51:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T06:37:54.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Savior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My spirit is on a low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel sickness in my bones&lt;br /&gt;Ones from regret and unanswerable pride&lt;br /&gt;Something to match the tears that shed when the eyes fall down&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to find that conquers the self made decision&lt;br /&gt;to fall&lt;br /&gt;To fall by oneself and no other is a deceit against the soul&lt;br /&gt;To have no other means of reciprocation but soulful terror and loss&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is worth living for if you haven't a Savior&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is worth accomplishing if you only use the time after to delve deeper into despair&lt;br /&gt;This time was different, it was more regretful than any I have encounter since then&lt;br /&gt;It was damning, it was all me&lt;br /&gt;Satan didn't need to prod or pick at my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;all he did was sit back and watch&lt;br /&gt;He is a cunning one, slowly delving into the hearts of man&lt;br /&gt;bringing out the wroth in them&lt;br /&gt;Watch your every step for you will see him waiting behind every corner&lt;br /&gt;Every tree, Every living thing that is good he has a second thought that can deceive&lt;br /&gt;Watch your step especially the footprints&lt;br /&gt;Help meld them into one by clinging to Christ and begging him&lt;br /&gt;to carry you&lt;br /&gt;Only then will you find true happiness and be torn and saved from the grips of hell&lt;br /&gt;Only then will you find peace and joy for the son of perdition will be gone&lt;br /&gt;"Leave him behind and do not look back, fear not little flock&lt;br /&gt;for I will be on your right hand and on your left to lift you up&lt;br /&gt;when you have been knocked down&lt;br /&gt;whether it be of your own accord or the tempting of Satan,"&lt;br /&gt;there is always room for a Savior, all you have to do is let me in&lt;br /&gt;Let him in is as simple as taking a breath, you must take the breath to take the next step&lt;br /&gt;with Him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTigBvqzmnQ/ToUm-y5nLLI/AAAAAAAABuo/rDOV_Ydp7TY/s1600/savior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8994207644541484888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/09/savior.html' title='A Savior'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTigBvqzmnQ/ToUm-y5nLLI/AAAAAAAABuo/rDOV_Ydp7TY/s72-c/savior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-6738330200544870520</id><published>2011-09-25T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:57:39.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life seems to hard to handle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take after this little one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="576" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/nl/cbe/butterfinger/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="vid=24692607&amp;amp;repeat=0&amp;amp;browseCarouselUI=hide&amp;amp;shareUrl=http%3A//comedy.video.yahoo.com/%3Fvid%3D24692607&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/nl/cbe/butterfinger/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="vid=24692607&amp;amp;repeat=0&amp;amp;browseCarouselUI=hide&amp;amp;shareUrl=http%3A//comedy.video.yahoo.com/%3Fvid%3D24692607&amp;amp;" width="576" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-6738330200544870520?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/6738330200544870520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=6738330200544870520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6738330200544870520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6738330200544870520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-life-seems-to-hard-to-handle.html' title='When life seems to hard to handle...'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-4754247746900786013</id><published>2011-09-24T07:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T07:13:23.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've hit it...hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've finally hit the "transition" period from off the mission&lt;br /&gt;Where you finally "convert" from missionary to normal human being&lt;br /&gt;It hurts...a lot&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to hold on to Nauvoo as tight as I could, I subconsciously thought:&lt;br /&gt;"If I just wear what I wore there, ate what I ate there, said what I said there...It will come back"&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard the thought, "On a mission is the time where God has the most opportunity to get to know you." ?&lt;br /&gt;That mission was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I am a released but slightly returned missionary&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen back into various (grrr) practices that I wanted to be rid of&lt;br /&gt;I have changed in someways but I am still...&lt;br /&gt;Just Plain Brianna&lt;br /&gt;and it seems that I will always be.&lt;br /&gt;Real life is just hard, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;and transitions rock your world upside down and backwards&lt;br /&gt;....thank goodness for LDC retreat ALL DAY TODAY!&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/2025083440948087074-4754247746900786013?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/4754247746900786013/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-3664110713969834246</id><published>2011-09-20T15:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:01:44.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love post</title><content type='html'>I love music&lt;br /&gt;I love LDC&lt;br /&gt;I love sister companions&lt;br /&gt;I love Nauvoo memories&lt;br /&gt;I love love&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom&lt;br /&gt;I love outside&lt;br /&gt;I love the changing colors&lt;br /&gt;I love life&lt;br /&gt;I love what the future will bring&lt;br /&gt;I love the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;I love the crisp air in the morning and warm beating down on the sun later in the day&lt;br /&gt;I love country love songs&lt;br /&gt;I love cute texts&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends&lt;br /&gt;I love my cousins&lt;br /&gt;I love my family&lt;br /&gt;I love wholesome movies&lt;br /&gt;I love life changing institute lessons&lt;br /&gt;I love devotionals&lt;br /&gt;I love this church&lt;br /&gt;I love this gospel&lt;br /&gt;I love joy&lt;br /&gt;I love happiness&lt;br /&gt;I love the lessons learned from trials&lt;br /&gt;I love reading a good book for homework&lt;br /&gt;I actually like math ;)&lt;br /&gt;I love food&lt;br /&gt;I love talking for hours&lt;br /&gt;I love laughing&lt;br /&gt;I love kissing&lt;br /&gt;I love hugging&lt;br /&gt;I love holding hands&lt;br /&gt;I love a boy that I've been dating for almost two years&lt;br /&gt;I love quotes&lt;br /&gt;I love the book of Mormon&lt;br /&gt;I love the women of the scriptures and what they stood for&lt;br /&gt;I love hanging out&lt;br /&gt;I love giving back-scratches&lt;br /&gt;I love driving up in the canyon&lt;br /&gt;I love riding my bike&lt;br /&gt;I love life&lt;br /&gt;I love how God is in our every day lives&lt;br /&gt;I love people who stand up for who they are&lt;br /&gt;I love learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love love love life!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_kXcVbTJsM/Tnka1NRmRyI/AAAAAAAABuI/bKljN6ZsHsk/s1600/1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_kXcVbTJsM/Tnka1NRmRyI/AAAAAAAABuI/bKljN6ZsHsk/s320/1373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654580308539229986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Looking out over Nauvoo, two days before leaving my home away from home. I learned more about myself and who I am than I ever will again.)&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/2025083440948087074-3664110713969834246?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3664110713969834246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3664110713969834246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3664110713969834246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3664110713969834246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-post.html' title='I love post'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_kXcVbTJsM/Tnka1NRmRyI/AAAAAAAABuI/bKljN6ZsHsk/s72-c/1373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-3016450424279378576</id><published>2011-09-09T15:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T15:47:00.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The important things in life start here:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Move, Learn, Eat&lt;br /&gt;what about life could be better? All we need is a 4th video titled "Religion or Gospel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27246366?color=ffffff" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="225"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27246366"&gt;MOVE&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/rickmereki"&gt;Rick Mereki&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27244727?color=ffffff" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="225"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27244727"&gt;LEARN&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/rickmereki"&gt;Rick Mereki&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27243869?color=ffffff" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" width="400" frameborder="0" height="225"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27243869"&gt;EAT&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/rickmereki"&gt;Rick Mereki&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-3016450424279378576?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3016450424279378576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3016450424279378576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3016450424279378576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3016450424279378576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/09/important-things-in-life-start-here.html' title='The important things in life start here:'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-2541118043325302317</id><published>2011-09-08T13:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T13:17:13.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nauvoo Part 2: Traveling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/08/nauvoo-part-one-audition-process.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I said this blog post would be about the traveling but  nothing terribly exciting happened during the time when I left Salt Lake City to the time that we arrived in Nauvoo...except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the Elders didn't know I was in the stage performers&lt;br /&gt;My nose was acting up so much that I could barely breathe on the plane&lt;br /&gt;The humidity hit, and it hit hard. Once again nose drizzles.&lt;br /&gt;We were thrown into massive amounts of music, words, and blocking.&lt;br /&gt;Lugging my 50 pound bag up unnaturally made steps.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling inadequate, unworthy, or unsure of why I was even there&lt;br /&gt;I was mad at my voice for not working while auditioning for character parts&lt;br /&gt;....I was a whiner the first week I was there (until I received a letter from a particular man)&lt;br /&gt;Where I ended up shouting for joy and that was the end of my mopey streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling, easy. Climate change, hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part three: The favorites of the summer (expected to be a long post accumulated over a few days)&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/2025083440948087074-2541118043325302317?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/2541118043325302317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=2541118043325302317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2541118043325302317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2541118043325302317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/09/nauvoo-part-2-traveling.html' title='Nauvoo Part 2: Traveling'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-1549712230184756795</id><published>2011-08-20T13:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T15:33:45.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nauvoo Part one: The Audition process</title><content type='html'>I was released two weeks ago after serving as a missionary for the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I was called to perform in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt;, Illinois for three and a half months as a Young Performing missionary. This three months changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me start at the beginning just under a year ago. I was in a choir at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt; institute and was approached by one of the girls who I usually didn't talk to. She told me of this opportunity in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt; as a performing missionary and thought that I should take a look at it. I didn't think it was for me, but for the reason of simply, "why not?" I looked up the information and then decided to scramble around to put my DVD together, get all the paper work filled out, and send it off in only three days time seeing as the due date was November 31st...I found out 5 days prior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sent the DVD off to Salt Lake City and waited for a no go email and then I would move on with my life. Quite the contrary, 7 days later I received an email congratulating me on being extended the opportunity at a call back in January, just over a month away. In the email it said that there were over 230 applicants and the call backs were inviting only 40, boys and girls to the call back. I was surprised to say the least, but I told myself I had nothing to lose. So for the next month I procrastinated every possible way to practice for this call back, seeing as I had talked myself into never possibly receiving this chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January rolls around and I still have yet to pick a song for the call backs, I scurry around mere days before and pick "Vanilla Ice Cream" from &lt;i&gt;She Loves Me &lt;/i&gt;which I thought would be a mighty good pick seeing as it soars up to a high B flat at the end of the song. Basically I was winging this thing because once again, I had "nothing to lose".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The callbacks arrive and I am headed up the Joseph Smith building up on temple square, 6th floor at 8 in the morning, there wasn't an ounce of traffic on the road that day and I made it up there with flying colors. I parked the car in the parking garage underneath the conference center where I saw a young man carrying a guitar. There are very few reasons why a man would be carrying a guitar on temple square, dressed nicely, and a big smile on his face. We walked in together and talked about where we were from and how we had gotten to this point. As we were riding in the elevators my mind was all a mess, "What was I doing here?" was all that was coming to my head. Thoughts of turning around or pressing the fire alarm hounded me until the doors of the elevator opened and I took a step out saying in my head, "I have nothing to lose"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was to put their stuff in a closet and go sign in at the front desk where we received our number, photo, and instructions to move into the next room where we ended up taking the first two hours of the audition process to watch all 40+ people perform their solo song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was amazing! There were all shapes and sizes, colors, talent, levels enthusiasm, experience and more. It was more than intimidating.  I didn't go till about halfway through the list of people and by that time my heart was beating fast and my nerves were about shot. But I consistently told myself, "I have nothing to lose". I stood up before the judges and was asked to say a few things about myself before starting my song. I lost myself, I forgot that I was doing it in a room large enough to fit the titanic and just sang. I did actions and felt the character like I'd had never done before, I was not myself in that moment. I soared to the top of the high B flat and was happy with my performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the day we had a dance audition, and a group vocal audition. I felt that I messed up horribly in the dance audition and I felt I wasn't as near enthusiastic or character-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; as I should have been in the group vocal audition. 10 hours later at the end of the day when they were talking to us about how all of us had done a great job, all I wanted to do was book it to the car and cry. Yep, me cry. I didn't even listen to half of the things they were saying because I knew that I hadn't done the best I could have, I know I was more capable, but they wouldn't see that. One thing that I do remember Elder Camp the stage director saying, "We don't pick the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YPM's&lt;/span&gt; (Young Performing Missionaries), the Lord does. If you are supposed to be there, you will be there. If you are there, you are supposed to learn something. We may not choose the best singers, the best performers, the best dancers, we will choose who He wants us to choose" Let's just say that after he finished speaking and let us all go, I ran to the car, and didn't talk to a single person on the way out. I could feel the tears welling up and they streamed all the way home. I felt I had lost an opportunity that would have changed my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day later: We were told that if we were accepted that we would receive a phone call the following night around 7pm and if we weren't accepted that we would receive an email. I was waiting for the email all day but it didn't come... 6pm rolled around and still nothing. 6:30...6:45...6:50...6:55...6:59 RING!!!!! RING!!!!! My phone gets a call that is unknown, I quickly say to myself, "No way..." I answer the phone and say hello. On the other side is the voice of Elder Camp saying, "Hello Sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pettit&lt;/span&gt;" My heart jumped inside, I was going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt;! I never thought about going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt; or even serving a mission. I was going to be a missionary, a missionary!!!! I was to leave on May 5, 2011 and my service would start May 6, 2011-August 18,2011. I was excited, scared, frightened, happy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wow'ed&lt;/span&gt;, screaming, crying, laughing, joyous, uncertain, hopeful, and all other expressions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......Part two to come soon.....&lt;br /&gt;Traveling to Nauvoo&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/2025083440948087074-1549712230184756795?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/1549712230184756795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=1549712230184756795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1549712230184756795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1549712230184756795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/08/nauvoo-part-one-audition-process.html' title='Nauvoo Part one: The Audition process'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-8934130212552869143</id><published>2011-05-05T05:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T05:20:21.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nauvoo mission address :) :) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;table class="uiInfoTable mtm profileInfoTable" style="margin-top: 10px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; width: 483px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: top; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Dear everyone I love, friend and family,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a little early to be giving out this information but it's on my mind and I don't want to forget to do so.&lt;br /&gt;I have been called to embark on a 4 month service mission to Nauvoo, Illinois starting May 6 - August 16. I will be serving the Lord as a Nauvoo Performing Missionary. I will be performing in 5 shows/ 6 days a week in period clothing in the heat and humidity. Here is my mission address if you would like to write me some letters telling me about all the fun things you're doing this summer or just drop a hello (cause I will miss you while having loads of fun) .I would LOVE to hear from anyone who is willing to sit down and write a few lines and I will do my best to write back :) and since I will be a missionary, I have rules to follow: so no Facebook for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have time to write me a letter or send a package, please send it to one of these two addresses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YPM Sister PettitP.O. Box 215&lt;br /&gt;Nauvoo, Illinois 62354&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for packages if you feel so obliged to send me a little treat or pick me up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YPM Sister Pettit&lt;br /&gt;975 Young Street&lt;br /&gt;Nauvoo, IL 62354&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited to have this opportunity; to share my testimony through performance. Maybe you'll stop by for a visit! Nauvoo is an incredible city, filled with history of the Latter-day saints and fun!&lt;br /&gt;I love you all and I hope your summer is fantastic!!&lt;br /&gt;Write me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Faith&lt;br /&gt;Build the Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;- Brianna (soon to be) Sister Pettit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I have also set up an email just for family members. You all can write to it but make sure to leave your home address seeing as i'm only allowed to respond to family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email: sisterpettit@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD7ps97zTCU/SKjQy_DncQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qh48wi_N574/s400/al+rounds+-+beautiful+nauvoo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-8934130212552869143?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/8934130212552869143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=8934130212552869143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8934130212552869143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8934130212552869143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/05/nauvoo-mission-address.html' title='Nauvoo mission address :) :) :)'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BD7ps97zTCU/SKjQy_DncQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Qh48wi_N574/s72-c/al+rounds+-+beautiful+nauvoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-4797355276772763686</id><published>2011-05-01T07:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T07:39:30.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nauvoo in 5 days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;much to do before I leave, pair that with LDC tour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready? No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I prepared? No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will time continue to move forward even though I've procrastinated getting ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will I be there in less than a week? Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will the Lord provide a way? Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So what do I have to worry about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.definitionofwellness.com/images/sleep-wellness.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 329px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A: Lack of sleep :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A: An overload on wonderful spiritual experiences while singing my testimony through song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now THAT is NOT a bad thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who needs sleep anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-4797355276772763686?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/4797355276772763686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=4797355276772763686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4797355276772763686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4797355276772763686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/05/nauvoo-in-5-days.html' title='Nauvoo in 5 days...'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-2690727077664219150</id><published>2011-04-25T16:48:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T20:51:16.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ue4j9st_qE/TbYOwyJ5XeI/AAAAAAAABtg/6iUcG2otuuc/s1600/lighthouse-guichard.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: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ue4j9st_qE/TbYOwyJ5XeI/AAAAAAAABtg/6iUcG2otuuc/s320/lighthouse-guichard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599679417941581282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel spiritually low. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't understand why people can't respect what I believe when I try my best not to force my religion on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't see why people have to fight, call each other names, and rag on each other's beliefs. It doesn't do anyone, any good. I don't see why we can't just take each other as people and not force opinions or have to be right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think if people want to know, they will seek it out. That's what missionary work is; God preparing those people and the missionaries being there when the person's soul is seeking for the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If the person doesn't want to hear it then they won't hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how many scriptures you throw at them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how many times you pray for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how many times you wish they could see your side clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If they don't want to hear it...they won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They will try and find every last lie and try to make it into a right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Religion is based on faith people, you can't decipher if a religion is true or not by mortal means. You have to search and learn with your heart, you have to learn with your soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If God, my Heavenly Father, in heaven doesn't reveal it unto you then you are not prepared for it. You don't want to hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to hear it, you would seek it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D:C 4:7 "Ask and ye SHALL receive; knock and it shall be OPENED unto you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate being knocked down because of my beliefs. I live in a free country but it still feels as though religion is still being oppressed. When will we ever get a chance to express ourselves freely without repercussions  like other religions. Why do people want to put down my faith so  much. It is who I am. I'm not going to argue when you aren't going to listen to me. It doesn't make me high and mighty, it just makes me a peace maker. I don't need to prove anything to you when you don't have an open heart to what I am saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am Brianna Jean Pettit. I was born in Colorado and moved to Utah when I was younger. I have one younger brother. I am a singer, dreamer, lover, and member of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I know this gospel to be true. I know that Christ died for me. I have a testimony and nothing anyone says can change the way I feel about my faith. I know that I have a father who is in heaven, looking out for me and my family. I know that I am on this earth for a purpose and that purpose continues beyond the grave. I know Joseph Smith was an imperfect man, who had a question, who saw God and the Father, and was DIRECTED by God to bring about the restoration of the gospel. He knew what he saw and he could not deny it, even down to his murder. I know that Thomas S. Monson is the prophet, the only man on this earth to speak with God and receive direction for this whole church that spreads to every corner of the earth. There is light in a sometimes dark and unsure world. That light is Christ and it lies with in each of us. I know all of this to be true and I would die for it. I love this gospel and the person it has helped become, even though I am imperfect and will be always while on this earth. I know that I will be with my family forever, with Christ and with MY Father in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I am a Latter-day Saint and will always be so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-2690727077664219150?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/2690727077664219150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=2690727077664219150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2690727077664219150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2690727077664219150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/04/11-days.html' title='11 days'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ue4j9st_qE/TbYOwyJ5XeI/AAAAAAAABtg/6iUcG2otuuc/s72-c/lighthouse-guichard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-225741943965858384</id><published>2011-04-13T07:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T06:58:14.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So have you ever wondered (??) about me? A-Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;Here are a few things you may or may not know about me, but I thought it would be a fun thing to let you know a few things using the alphabet as my guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4wvmRFkrVI/TahO2kB0yVI/AAAAAAAABtY/7YghzZJ-Lic/s200/IMG_9700.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595809236299073874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ge: 22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ed size: Twin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;hore you hate: Doing my hair. Someday's when I know my hair needs to be wash I would rather run 2 miles around up hill both ways than jump in the shower and have to dry my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;reams: See the northern lights, ride in a hot air balloon, read lots of books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ssential start of your day: Sunshine and bodily food, usually oatmeal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;avorite color: Sea Green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;old or silver: Silver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;eight: 5'2"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nstruments I play (or have played): Piano, Guitar, Spoons ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ob title: Student, Life pursuer, Sister, Daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ids: I have none...hope to someday. But I think my kitty kat counts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ive: Orem, UT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;om's name: Tamara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ickname: Bri, Briannajean, Poopana, BJ, Skeezit, Blackjack, Bananabutt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;vernight hospital stays: Hmm not since I was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;et peeve: People not trying new things (at least) once, Being late, People whining about things over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uote from a movie: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Oh, it's not the first time I was tossed out of a window, and it won't be the last. What can I say? I'm a rebel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ight or left handed: Righty tighty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iblings: Oldest of Two. Brother and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ime you wake up: Depends on the day. But usually between 7:30-8:00am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;nderwear: Yes. There were moments in my life where I have experienced "commando". No go, my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;egetables you dislike: I like most vegetables, not whole tomatoes though. Yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;hat makes you run late: Being lazy, reading instead of getting ready, dancing in my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-rays you've had done: Teeth, Collar Bone, 4 Fingers, Pinky Toe, Wrist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ummy food you make: Hamburger Noodle Soup, Turkey/Cream Cheese Sandwich (mmm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Z&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oo animal: Siberian Tiger, Penguins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;So I know this isn't part of the game initially but i'm going to ask a few friends to do this little adventure. I would like to know more about them even if they didn't about me :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;So I tag: &lt;b&gt;Liesl, Erin, Ashleigh, and Georgina :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-225741943965858384?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/225741943965858384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=225741943965858384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/225741943965858384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/225741943965858384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-have-you-ever-wondered-about-me-z.html' title='So have you ever wondered (??) about me? A-Z'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4wvmRFkrVI/TahO2kB0yVI/AAAAAAAABtY/7YghzZJ-Lic/s72-c/IMG_9700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-3785535552738689228</id><published>2011-04-12T22:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:35:27.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 days until Nauvoo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do I feel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spiritually ready? NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Financially ready? NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emotionally ready? NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..............why am I doing this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyone know why?.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.okland-const.com/images/NauvooExtNight.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 439px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-3785535552738689228?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3785535552738689228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3785535552738689228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3785535552738689228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3785535552738689228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/04/24-days-until-nauvoo.html' title='24 days until Nauvoo...'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-845333075741436759</id><published>2011-04-11T09:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:20:18.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBC Big Read</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I want to read all the books on the BBC 100 Best-loved novels. It may take me a few years, but it will be done. I have wanted to read these books for awhile, so now I want to take the plunge, start and one day finish everyone of these books. So here's to 100 books (I'll have a tab at the top to mark my progress, I have however read some of the books already, so i'll mark those off :)) Ok....&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE LIST!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;1. &lt;a name="lordoftherings" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/strong&gt;, JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a name="prejudice" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/strong&gt;, Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a name="darkmaterials" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His Dark Materials&lt;/strong&gt;, Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a name="hitchhikers" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy&lt;/strong&gt;, Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a name="goblet" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/strong&gt;, JK Rowling&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a name="mockingbird" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/strong&gt;, Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a name="winnie" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/strong&gt;, AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a name="1984" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nineteen Eighty-Four&lt;/strong&gt;, George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a name="wardrobe" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/strong&gt;, CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a name="janeeyre" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/strong&gt;, Charlotte Brontë&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a name="catch22" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catch-22&lt;/strong&gt;, Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a name="wuthering" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/strong&gt;, Emily Brontë&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a name="birdsong" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birdsong&lt;/strong&gt;, Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;a name="rebecca" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rebecca&lt;/strong&gt;, Daphne du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;a name="catcher" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/strong&gt;, JD Salinger&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;a name="willows" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wind in the Willows&lt;/strong&gt;, Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;a name="expectations" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/strong&gt;, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;a name="littlewomen" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Women&lt;/strong&gt;, Louisa May Alcott&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;a name="mandolin" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Captain Corelli's Mandolin&lt;/strong&gt;, Louis de Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;a name="warandpeace" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;War and Peace&lt;/strong&gt;, Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;a name="gonewiththewind" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone with the Wind&lt;/strong&gt;, Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;a name="philosophers" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone&lt;/strong&gt;, JK Rowling&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;a name="chamber" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets&lt;/strong&gt;, JK Rowling&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;a name="azkaban" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban&lt;/strong&gt;, JK Rowling&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;a name="hobbit" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/strong&gt;, JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;a name="tess" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tess Of The D'Urbervilles&lt;/b&gt;, Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;a name="middle" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Middlemarch&lt;/b&gt;, George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;a name="prayer" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Prayer For Owen Meany&lt;/b&gt;, John Irving&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;a name="grapes" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Grapes Of Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;, John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;a name="alice" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alice's Adventures In Wonderland&lt;/strong&gt;, Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;a name="story" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Story Of Tracy Beaker&lt;/b&gt;, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;a name="one" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Hundred Years Of Solitude&lt;/b&gt;, Gabriel García Márquez&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;a name="pillars" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Pillars Of The Earth&lt;/b&gt;, Ken Follett&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;a name="david" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Copperfield&lt;/strong&gt;, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;a name="charlie" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie And The Chocolate Factory&lt;/strong&gt;, Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;a name="treasure" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Treasure Island&lt;/b&gt;, Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;a name="townlikealice" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Town Like Alice&lt;/b&gt;, Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;a name="persuasion" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Persuasion&lt;/b&gt;, Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;a name="dune" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dune&lt;/strong&gt;, Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;a name="emma" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emma&lt;/strong&gt;, Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;a name="anne" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Of Green Gables&lt;/strong&gt;, LM Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;a name="watership" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watership Down&lt;/b&gt;, Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;a name="greatgatsby" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/strong&gt;, F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;a name="count" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Count Of Monte Cristo&lt;/strong&gt;, Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;a name="brideshead" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brideshead Revisited&lt;/strong&gt;, Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;a name="animalfarm" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/strong&gt;, George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;a name="carol" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/strong&gt;, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;a name="far" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Far From The Madding Crowd&lt;/strong&gt;, Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;a name="goodnight" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight Mister Tom&lt;/strong&gt;, Michelle Magorian&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;a name="shell" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Shell Seekers&lt;/b&gt;, Rosamunde Pilcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;51. &lt;a name="garden" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Secret Garden&lt;/b&gt;, Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;a name="mice" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of Mice And Men&lt;/b&gt;, John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;a name="stand" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Stand&lt;/b&gt;, Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;a name="anna" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/strong&gt;, Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;a name="suit" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Suitable Boy&lt;/b&gt;, Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;a name="bfg" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The BFG&lt;/strong&gt;, Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;a name="swallows" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swallows And Amazons&lt;/b&gt;, Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;a name="blackbeauty" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Beauty&lt;/strong&gt;, Anna Sewell&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;a name="artemis" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artemis Fowl&lt;/strong&gt;, Eoin Colfer&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;a name="crime" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crime And Punishment&lt;/strong&gt;, Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;a name="noughts" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noughts And Crosses&lt;/b&gt;, Malorie Blackman&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;a name="geisha" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Memoirs Of A Geisha&lt;/b&gt;, Arthur Golden&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;a name="twocities" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Tale Of Two Cities&lt;/b&gt;, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;a name="thornbirds" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Thorn Birds&lt;/b&gt;, Colleen McCollough&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;a name="mort" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mort&lt;/b&gt;, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;a name="faraway" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Magic Faraway Tree&lt;/b&gt;, Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;a name="magus" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Magus&lt;/b&gt;, John Fowles&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;a name="goodomens" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Omens&lt;/strong&gt;, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;a name="guards" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guards! Guards!&lt;/strong&gt;, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;a name="flies" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lord Of The Flies&lt;/b&gt;, William Golding&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;a name="perfume" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfume&lt;/b&gt;, Patrick Süskind&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;a name="ragged" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists&lt;/b&gt;, Robert Tressell&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;a name="nightwatch" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Night Watch&lt;/b&gt;, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;a name="matilda" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matilda&lt;/b&gt;, Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;a name="bridget" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridget Jones's Diary&lt;/strong&gt;, Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;a name="secret" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Secret History&lt;/b&gt;, Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;a name="woman" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Woman In White&lt;/b&gt;, Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;a name="ulysses" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ulysses&lt;/b&gt;, James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;a name="bleak" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bleak House&lt;/strong&gt;, Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;a name="double" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Double Act&lt;/strong&gt;, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;a name="twits" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Twits&lt;/b&gt;, Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;a name="castle" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Capture The Castle&lt;/strong&gt;, Dodie Smith&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;a name="holes" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holes&lt;/strong&gt;, Louis Sachar&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;a name="gormenghast" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gormenghast&lt;/strong&gt;, Mervyn Peake&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;a name="smallthings" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The God Of Small Things&lt;/strong&gt;, Arundhati Roy&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;a name="vicky" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vicky Angel&lt;/b&gt;, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;a name="brave" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brave New World&lt;/strong&gt;, Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;a name="comfort" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cold Comfort Farm&lt;/strong&gt;, Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;89. &lt;a name="magician" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magician&lt;/b&gt;, Raymond E Feist&lt;br /&gt;90. &lt;a name="road" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;On The Road&lt;/b&gt;, Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;a name="godfather" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Godfather&lt;/strong&gt;, Mario Puzo&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;a name="clan" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Clan Of The Cave Bear&lt;/strong&gt;, Jean M Auel&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;a name="colour" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Colour Of Magic&lt;/strong&gt;, Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;a name="alchemist" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/strong&gt;, Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;a name="katherine" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katherine&lt;/b&gt;, Anya Seton&lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;a name="kane" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kane And Abel&lt;/b&gt;, Jeffrey Archer&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;a name="cholera" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love In The Time Of Cholera&lt;/b&gt;, Gabriel García Márquez&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;a name="girls" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls In Love&lt;/strong&gt;, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;a name="princess" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Princess Diaries&lt;/b&gt;, Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;a name="midnight" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Midnight's Children&lt;/b&gt;, Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-845333075741436759?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/845333075741436759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=845333075741436759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/845333075741436759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/845333075741436759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/04/bbc-big-read.html' title='BBC Big Read'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-2607845107424268719</id><published>2011-04-10T07:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T07:32:32.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing, Choir, Loving people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...are the crutch to days where life is less than awesome. Where life is feeling a bit down, and the smiling faces and singing brings the happiness back in your soul. They have the ability to make it seem like the sun in shining even though there is 3 inches of snow on the ground. I love LDC. I love singing, I love the spirit of the Lord, and the opportunity I have to socialize with these wonderful people in LDC. My goodness, I am blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DMzv7dZhmY/TaG_KQxE85I/AAAAAAAABtI/gjm7l3fgn4Y/s400/IMG_0262.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593962395191276434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come see our show!!! Get tickets &lt;a href="http://lds.org/events/info/0,8197,726-1-787,00.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, they are FREEEEEEE! :)&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/2025083440948087074-2607845107424268719?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/2607845107424268719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=2607845107424268719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2607845107424268719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2607845107424268719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/04/singing-choir-loving-people.html' title='Singing, Choir, Loving people'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DMzv7dZhmY/TaG_KQxE85I/AAAAAAAABtI/gjm7l3fgn4Y/s72-c/IMG_0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-7516889153470247721</id><published>2011-04-09T06:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T07:17:29.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 years</title><content type='html'>Have I changed in that amount of time? Have I become a better person? Am I striving for greatness. As a result of last night's events, No. I feel old, now don't get on my heels and say, "You're not old, you have so much more to live, grow, explore, and learn."...Ok, Yes I understand this. But if any of you have been through the transition of 21 to 22 there is a colossal difference between turning 21 to 22 then there is from 20 to 21. I don't know what it is but it feels as if I've just passed a bump of my life I never thought I would reach. (Next one should be 30....shudder)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't wanna grow up I'm a toysRus..." old person. That's not how the song goes. I've reached my limit for being able to sing that song and for it to apply to me, at least physically. I can sing that song about my emotional or mental state but frankly it isn't the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I was talking to Matt and telling him about my worries of getting older. About moving from daughter to mother one day. (Not in the near future mind you, gotta get a husband first) But it gave me a slight panic attack. I'm not going to be the one that can tell my parents my troubles and expect them to have an answer...I'm going to have to be that person someday. The one with the answers. The one taking care of God's children...if I even deserve them. Frankly, I feel like dirt. I feel impatient and disobedient. If you don't think about it, it will go away. Right? ....Right? Anybody?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel even though a full year has passed since I turned 21 that I haven't changed. I have some of the same issues in my life, i'm still a student, i'm still dishonest and disrespectful to people. I'm rude, arrogant, a silly girl. And I feel on a daily basis that I am unworthy to go on this Nauvoo mission or performance or whatever you want to call it. Whether you say it is any of those things or not it is a mission for the Lord...my God. And I feel like I've let him down already. I feel as though these last three months when I should have been preparing more fully have been spent in idling pursuits. Silly isn't it?  I guess the root of this whole rant, rave, feel sorry for myself...is Nauvoo. I want to be prepared for it...why in the heck does He want me to go. I feel so inadequate compared to others going. They are MUCH more talented. MUCH more pretty. They have that glow of Christ that I'm sure I lost a long time ago. They are MUCH more spiritually prepared, and worthy. MUCH more musically inclined and MUCH more personable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a little dinner and get together....I hardly talked to anyone because I felt as though I had to fight for attention...I didn't need to do that. I just listened and talked and thought about how fun the summer would be where I couldn't get a word in edge wise and probably not make friends with anyone because i'm one of the only one's who hasn't had a lead part in a show...I've only and will ever only be in the ensemble. Which is fine by me. It's less than a month before we leave and I feel anything but prepared to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to another year and making plans, creating goals, losing them along the way and getting even older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-7516889153470247721?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/7516889153470247721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=7516889153470247721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7516889153470247721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7516889153470247721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/04/22-years.html' title='22 years'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-4815638717738803382</id><published>2011-04-02T14:57:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T15:48:07.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My April Fools Day Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE CONTENDERS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPCI2fCEsqc/TZekfDDrhfI/AAAAAAAABsw/OT_4h7lOCEE/s1600/IMG_1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPCI2fCEsqc/TZekfDDrhfI/AAAAAAAABsw/OT_4h7lOCEE/s400/IMG_1245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591118315707401714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preface: Until this point I would leave my keys in my unlocked car in the little pocket in the car door....I will never do such a thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promptly at 8:00 am in the morning I came across these messages on my car window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lH0ctHV3Ngg/TZegDhrRPWI/AAAAAAAABro/mxiSXsm0mmQ/s1600/IMG_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lH0ctHV3Ngg/TZegDhrRPWI/AAAAAAAABro/mxiSXsm0mmQ/s400/IMG_1228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591113444843666786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwkXbADybdY/TZegD7ROVVI/AAAAAAAABrw/-QyH7ckmUho/s1600/IMG_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jwkXbADybdY/TZegD7ROVVI/AAAAAAAABrw/-QyH7ckmUho/s400/IMG_1229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591113451713746258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ominous no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let's say I knew who it was from, the person telling me 2 weeks previous that she was planning on pranking me on this fateful day. A day which I hate because I am one thing: Gullible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Side note: Bro. Eggett sent out a horrible text saying that he was asked to open a new institute down in Arizona and that we would be getting a new choir director before our conference shows (will tell about later) and tour. Let's say none of us in choir were happy when we found it was  hoax, some weren't even going to show up to the devotional in which we were singing in. (I did have that thought for a moment, but pushed through it to find him there, laughing, as we all walked in sulking and mad...I wanted to punch the man...but I didn't) But this connects with the prank Ashleigh pulled. While I was at this devotional little missy Ashleigh stole my car and left her's in my place with this message adoring her windows...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iT3Ar-2UR2w/TZegEBuOPkI/AAAAAAAABr4/eTEp7_GFWK4/s1600/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iT3Ar-2UR2w/TZegEBuOPkI/AAAAAAAABr4/eTEp7_GFWK4/s400/IMG_1230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591113453445987906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So she wanted me to sulk into the school and ask nicely for my keys back...dear Ashleigh:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izwpGs73yLw/TZekebhFpkI/AAAAAAAABsY/omxd2lQZcRk/s1600/IMG_1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izwpGs73yLw/TZekebhFpkI/AAAAAAAABsY/omxd2lQZcRk/s400/IMG_1237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591118305093330498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to saran wrapped her car...so much with the help of my good friends Shelby and Sarah.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NYBOSY9kCc/TZegEdOAHLI/AAAAAAAABsA/y9QxkZwAERs/s1600/IMG_1232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NYBOSY9kCc/TZegEdOAHLI/AAAAAAAABsA/y9QxkZwAERs/s400/IMG_1232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591113460827036850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-selLKxlAMwc/TZegE2zQ3CI/AAAAAAAABsI/zEMMq2KIvdg/s1600/IMG_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-selLKxlAMwc/TZegE2zQ3CI/AAAAAAAABsI/zEMMq2KIvdg/s400/IMG_1234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591113467694210082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwz8_jMU35c/TZekd8b7OgI/AAAAAAAABsQ/8usI2PXa0f4/s1600/IMG_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwz8_jMU35c/TZekd8b7OgI/AAAAAAAABsQ/8usI2PXa0f4/s400/IMG_1235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591118296750176770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We THEN went into the school to give her keys back and she still hadn't seen her car even after she had moved mine a 2nd time because we had taken so long to come to the school she thought we were plotting something...whahahahah!! I played the, "I got pranked and really didn't get you back" face, really really well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0vTQie7NWA/TZekelIeOEI/AAAAAAAABsg/fdJu2m4HZVc/s1600/IMG_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0vTQie7NWA/TZekelIeOEI/AAAAAAAABsg/fdJu2m4HZVc/s400/IMG_1243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591118307674437698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roughly a hour and a half later I received a call from this little prankster telling me that she came out and was informed by the office ladies that she needed to be scared. She didn't know why...until she saw her car.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aW8GCocOMVk/TZelx6_uj2I/AAAAAAAABs4/6d_Kx_1OHME/s1600/IMG_1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aW8GCocOMVk/TZelx6_uj2I/AAAAAAAABs4/6d_Kx_1OHME/s400/IMG_1246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591119739472482146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the fact she called her accomplice of a teacher&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IrWIzWRMCls/TZemQuzOZ4I/AAAAAAAABtA/NTSGltC21mg/s1600/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IrWIzWRMCls/TZemQuzOZ4I/AAAAAAAABtA/NTSGltC21mg/s400/IMG_1242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591120268774762370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and told her she needed help cutting through all the saran wrap. The whole escapade made her late for work...was it worth it? Yes, quite. Revenge is sweet sometimes especially when the person had no idea she was going to get pranked back. Pure brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, the prankster pranked but got pranked in the end.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKt1et1M6KU/TZeke-sn80I/AAAAAAAABso/mOpSbvYDVpI/s1600/IMG_1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKt1et1M6KU/TZeke-sn80I/AAAAAAAABso/mOpSbvYDVpI/s400/IMG_1248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591118314536956738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moral of the story: Don't leave your "enemy" the keys to your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other moral of the story: I actually lock my car doors and carry my keys with me so this little adventure won't happen again.&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/2025083440948087074-4815638717738803382?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/4815638717738803382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=4815638717738803382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4815638717738803382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4815638717738803382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-april-fools-day-experience.html' title='My April Fools Day Experience'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CPCI2fCEsqc/TZekfDDrhfI/AAAAAAAABsw/OT_4h7lOCEE/s72-c/IMG_1245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-4148539895914696435</id><published>2011-03-23T07:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T11:31:26.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a301/princess_star2003/LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a301/princess_star2003/LOVE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In LDC we are doing a The Family: A Proclamation to the World show and there is going to be a 10 min doohickie of just love songs and I realized that when he said that at least 15 songs jumped in my head.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I love, love songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love them. I love the way they make you feel, I love the ability they have to make you think of the one you do love and the happiness that was put into writing those songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So these are my favorite love songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come What May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-YsMvzgeSuI?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Marry Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EzeDqRhM09w" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-1WhcLDEEDQ" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;We Belong Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KZAfn3VqpxA" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;With or Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EzeDqRhM09w" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3YcNzHOBmk8" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Everything I Do, I Do It For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AeZr3U_vbng" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;The Only Exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6geCcDIjvTE" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whether you're in a relationship, or just in many different friendships with others love songs remind us how wonderful if and how things happen for a reason, life keeps moving forward. We make goals and we keep striving for them, sometimes we don't know how life will turn out but we know that love is a real thing, it exists. You will find it if you haven't, everyone will have the opportunity to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have any favorite love songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2025083440948087074-4148539895914696435?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/4148539895914696435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=4148539895914696435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4148539895914696435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4148539895914696435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-YsMvzgeSuI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-1310168945784969167</id><published>2011-03-18T18:38:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:03:07.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Nephi 9:39 - Get it Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"O, my beloved brethren , remember the awfulness in transgressing against that Holy God, and also the awfulness of yielding to the enticings of that cunning one. Remember, to be carnally-minded is death, and to be spiritually-minded is life eternal ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes these scriptures pop up a time too late. After you've already offended the Holy God above. After you already feel like crap and already have the uncomprehending feelings of regret for what you've done. Where you feel lower than dirt, where you feel unworthy to partake in anything that surrounds your life. That you aren't worthy for the love that he has to give you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will I ever, "Get it Right" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Play the music while you read the rest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1_LBp1CFlM4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't watch Glee anymore because it's been getting pretty sketching pertaining to quality and storyline as a whole. But I do look up the songs sung every week and this one song came up. It is an original song that a Glee writer wrote or someone. Regardless of who wrote it, it speaks and rings true to what I feel when I make stupid mistakes that could have been avoided, but instead I forget the consequences, I forget what is important. I forget to remember what is on the line; my future life. My future family, and myself integrity and self worth. I'm worth something, I'm worth everything to a being who is so much more than I and I'm glad that he is the one running my life...and if I listen to what he is saying he'll lead me in the right direction and give me strength to resist the temptation that Satan loves to play with. I'm a daughter of God, my loving Heavenly Father, I am not a daughter of Satan. I am good and true to what I say. One day i'll get it right, I don't know when that will be, but I know that if I put my trust in Him, it will work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PoVjVIpoS3U/TYQNkPTCSvI/AAAAAAAABrI/Dpp8E6Ho53U/s400/Christ.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585604354079083250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Pictures aren't supposed to make you cry...but this one strikes a chord in my heart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"How many times will it take for me to get it right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Can I start again? With my faith shaken?&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/2025083440948087074-1310168945784969167?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/1310168945784969167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=1310168945784969167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1310168945784969167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1310168945784969167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/03/2-nephi-939.html' title='2 Nephi 9:39 - Get it Right'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1_LBp1CFlM4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-3409160799092548489</id><published>2011-03-17T17:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:42:10.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do give every person a chance to prove themselves?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pF8MZFc-CN8/TYKqQOzSMkI/AAAAAAAABqw/8yb0ctpMpMo/s1600/12334566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pF8MZFc-CN8/TYKqQOzSMkI/AAAAAAAABqw/8yb0ctpMpMo/s400/12334566.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585213683720663618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-3409160799092548489?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3409160799092548489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3409160799092548489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3409160799092548489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3409160799092548489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-give-every-person-chance-to-prove.html' title='Do give every person a chance to prove themselves?'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pF8MZFc-CN8/TYKqQOzSMkI/AAAAAAAABqw/8yb0ctpMpMo/s72-c/12334566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-84485078901619786</id><published>2011-03-17T09:53:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:24:33.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patty's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.twilightblue.eu/images/st-patricks/shamrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 297px;" src="http://www.twilightblue.eu/images/st-patricks/shamrock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today and slipped on my green sun dress. Sun dress, those are two lovely words that usually have an accompanying friend named the sun. This lovely, warm, attractive entity is my friend and I have missed him through the months of cold winter and skiwampus weather that has plagued my life and messed with my emotions. I think I have a minor case of seasonal depression, very slight. I think everyone can say they feel the effects when their absorption of vitamin D is cut in half because of the frozen balls of rain that cover the earth. But not today on this wonderful day of green, clovers, and sparkling cider. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Are you wearing green? If not, watch out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I jumped my brother...he wasn't wearing green so I pinched him butt, arm, and leg a few times before he threw on a green shirt that he isn't even wearing now. But I am a gracious sister so I will not pinch him for the remainder of the day. I think he learned himself a lesson.&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/2025083440948087074-84485078901619786?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/84485078901619786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=84485078901619786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/84485078901619786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/84485078901619786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St. Patty&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-4233479165592793631</id><published>2011-03-14T16:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T18:40:00.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PI = 3.14159265</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68-nhTO6U5A/TX7DGndxhxI/AAAAAAAABqY/r76VhQlfF70/s320/IMG_1045.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584115106426488594" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pi day: A glorious day to have pie with your mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvrvXyopGZc/TX7DHP5kysI/AAAAAAAABqg/2a11vdVEc0w/s1600/IMG_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvrvXyopGZc/TX7DHP5kysI/AAAAAAAABqg/2a11vdVEc0w/s320/IMG_1047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584115117280512706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Math never tasted SOOOO good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy numbers (PI) day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2025083440948087074-4233479165592793631?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/4233479165592793631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=4233479165592793631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4233479165592793631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4233479165592793631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/03/pi-314159265.html' title='PI = 3.14159265'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68-nhTO6U5A/TX7DGndxhxI/AAAAAAAABqY/r76VhQlfF70/s72-c/IMG_1045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-6536961266585710549</id><published>2011-03-12T09:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T07:56:29.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the negative...</title><content type='html'>I have one day a month where all my emotions are askew and I would rather die than face the day ahead of me. Call it a moment of depression or anything in between. Regardless of what you end up calling it, it sucks, I hate this feeling. It hasn't happened for a few months and just yesterday it hit me like a ton of bricks...every time one of these emotionally draining train wrecks occurs I seem to spend the whole time loathing about everything wrong with me. I tend to looks to towards the bad and complete dismiss all good that is happening. Basically I feel as though I haven't tried hard enough.&lt;div&gt; I am not any farther in life than I was a good year ago. I feel like i'm losing time or wasting it like I waste my money. I'm impulsive, I don't think things through until I'm halfway in and I can't take what I said back or give it back or want to give it back. I'm in a continuous circle of regret. A circle for hurting people. A circle for not working hard enough. A circle for sorry's. A circle for loss of money. A circle for trying to help others but I really can never do anything for them. A circle for treating people ill when they deserve so much better. I hate feeling like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I feel down and out, I know the feeling will go away but boy does Satan take advantage of my weakened emotional state and take the opportunity two hand hold and pull to show me all my faults at once. It's overwhelming and not fair. But what about life is fair? Absolutely nothing. But that's what it's called life and in the long run it's going to be ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-6536961266585710549?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/6536961266585710549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=6536961266585710549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6536961266585710549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6536961266585710549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/03/sorry-for-negative.html' title='Sorry for the negative...'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-8873067701239042168</id><published>2011-02-24T10:05:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T09:03:52.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this song now: Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JzriEXPJ1-k" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all have moments in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moments of excitement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Moments of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Moments of pure bliss&lt;br /&gt;Moments of heartache&lt;br /&gt;Moments of days in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Moments of dancing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Moments of letting go&lt;br /&gt;Moments of realizing what is right&lt;br /&gt;Moments of realizing what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Moments of forgetting the pain&lt;br /&gt;Moments of laughter&lt;br /&gt;Moments of strength&lt;br /&gt;Moments of weakness&lt;br /&gt;Moments where life is better than your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we remember "those" moments that define who we are, we come realize the love we have for ourselves and the opportunity to keep those moments coming, so one day we can look back and see how far we have fallen, gotten back up, and continued on to amazing and great things.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XwLNJWYttiM/TWaRTbISiiI/AAAAAAAABp0/vdmLu8VqXcw/s1600/1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XwLNJWYttiM/TWaRTbISiiI/AAAAAAAABp0/vdmLu8VqXcw/s400/1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577304951431006754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure why I'm being so reflective today. But if someone looks like they need a hug or a smile or just a, "hello" then go out of your way and do those things. You more than likely will change how the person's day has been going or even their outlook on life.&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/2025083440948087074-8873067701239042168?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/8873067701239042168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=8873067701239042168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8873067701239042168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8873067701239042168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JzriEXPJ1-k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-5944045443364589101</id><published>2011-02-23T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:30:49.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wf0Vh8dQVVI/TWXsskZhGEI/AAAAAAAABpc/LukyMGg1QWA/s1600/IMG_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wf0Vh8dQVVI/TWXsskZhGEI/AAAAAAAABpc/LukyMGg1QWA/s400/IMG_0888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577123963997329474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the heck would we do without them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2025083440948087074-5944045443364589101?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/5944045443364589101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=5944045443364589101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5944045443364589101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5944045443364589101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/girlfriends.html' title='Girlfriends...'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wf0Vh8dQVVI/TWXsskZhGEI/AAAAAAAABpc/LukyMGg1QWA/s72-c/IMG_0888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-4571751993145928259</id><published>2011-02-22T13:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:03:05.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Issues</title><content type='html'>Today in all my classes there have been made mention of the issues that plague the United States, and the world. Some areas of the globe are being hit with massive earthquakes, uprooting the daily lives a thousands of people. Others are trying to tear down governments, some have succeeded and many are losing lives and will be unable to see the outcome of the bloodshed. Rape and child abuse was the topic in my life-span development class, there is so much that people can do, but we don't step up to the plate even when there is a suggestion to what is happening because there isn't enough, "evidence". No wonder we as a people don't trust one another! We can't trust that people will be there when we put ourselves on the line and ask for help. Or tell someone we need help and have them as our advocate to get something done. When we put ourselves out there someone tries to break us down or fight against what is right because they want to see that life is honkey dorey and that nothing is wrong if it has "nothing to do with you".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you live on this earth, if you live in your community, if you care about someone whether it be a friend or family member...it is your business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel that we as a society have lost the idea of what is important or what is right and humane. I, myself, get lost in what is good in life and forget about what is happening over seas. Where people aren't able to eat, drink, sleep, or work for themselves. We are spoiled and don't realize the good that we can do but by remembering that we are all human, we are all important, and we all have families, lives, hopes, dreams, and want a better life...we could maybe make a difference in the world and not see it slowly go (or more quickly now) down to pot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We need to care more about each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We need to live for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We need to do all we can with the tools and abilities we are given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sucks when reality slaps you in the face and throws you to the ground because you feel you haven't done jack squat to help anyone ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-4571751993145928259?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/4571751993145928259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=4571751993145928259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4571751993145928259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4571751993145928259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/world-issues.html' title='World Issues'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-6885116329791274040</id><published>2011-02-15T20:46:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:47:49.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30 a photograph of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well here we are ladies and gents, we made it to the final day of the:&lt;br /&gt;30 days blog challenge! Can you believe it?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I have never blogged so much in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I probably won't blog about anything for the next 30 days (that's a lie) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. It was fun while it lasted but I'm sure you're sick of hearing about the things that make up my life or things that really don't apply to myself at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT! It is a blog...with my name on it. So of course it's going to be about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still have to finish this last blog post (in the 30 day challenge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Photo of myself today (check)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYtFOIAkSt4/TV7l9ugrHcI/AAAAAAAABow/tknFRkNSmIc/s1600/IMG_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYtFOIAkSt4/TV7l9ugrHcI/AAAAAAAABow/tknFRkNSmIc/s320/IMG_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575146237351108034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 good things that have happened in the past: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I am alive, I am healthy (always been)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I still have the same friends that I had while I was growing up and I hope that never changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I was blessed with the love of music and have gotten to share it in more instances than I would ever dreamed of being able to. I love music and the power and courage it can bring into people's lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there we go. It is finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to take a look back at this little adventure I took go ahead and click &lt;a href="http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-blog-challenge.html"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;and start from the beginning and maybe even start your own 30 blog challenge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This 30 day blog challenge has given me the courage to re-vamp the blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BriannaJean&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2025083440948087074-6885116329791274040?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/6885116329791274040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=6885116329791274040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6885116329791274040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6885116329791274040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-30-photograph-of-yourself-today.html' title='Day 30 a photograph of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYtFOIAkSt4/TV7l9ugrHcI/AAAAAAAABow/tknFRkNSmIc/s72-c/IMG_0797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-1821780768412383243</id><published>2011-02-15T20:45:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T11:13:44.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29 something that you could never get tired of doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Taking crazy/silly pictures is a favorite, favorite past-time of mine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;It can happen at anytime, any place, and with ANYONE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Getting locked out of my Apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZncouIiuT8/TV1kX1i61CI/AAAAAAAABoM/lhSZ8Lzd6Iw/s1600/Locked%2Bout.jpg"&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/-1ZncouIiuT8/TV1kX1i61CI/AAAAAAAABoM/lhSZ8Lzd6Iw/s400/Locked%2Bout.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574722274427851810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "one" ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8qZkr-fqfKA/TV1kXj9GBTI/AAAAAAAABoE/eyLZtN6f8Jc/s1600/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8qZkr-fqfKA/TV1kXj9GBTI/AAAAAAAABoE/eyLZtN6f8Jc/s400/DSC01789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574722269705798962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mirandasings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tkxlMX6D04/TV1kXX9ewkI/AAAAAAAABn8/BhQo7BRvn0M/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tkxlMX6D04/TV1kXX9ewkI/AAAAAAAABn8/BhQo7BRvn0M/s400/043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574722266486194754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rain does this to people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mO67lYjJW2g/TV1kXMNhBaI/AAAAAAAABn0/5FZ7r53JnaY/s1600/IMG_9893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mO67lYjJW2g/TV1kXMNhBaI/AAAAAAAABn0/5FZ7r53JnaY/s400/IMG_9893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574722263332226466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rollercoasters are a fear of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twbA08GBnhg/TV1kW_9n-SI/AAAAAAAABns/6hWjWpYMtn4/s1600/IMG_9219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twbA08GBnhg/TV1kW_9n-SI/AAAAAAAABns/6hWjWpYMtn4/s400/IMG_9219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574722260044347682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never knew recycling Jane Austen could be to exciting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8bXl_PZNCI/TV1jnw7GZ-I/AAAAAAAABnc/Z8rPXEeo6pU/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8bXl_PZNCI/TV1jnw7GZ-I/AAAAAAAABnc/Z8rPXEeo6pU/s400/035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574721448553375714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peewee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1Ll9M5B_fE/TV1jnkl4wbI/AAAAAAAABnU/i7WyaKrzCaE/s1600/IMG_9700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1Ll9M5B_fE/TV1jnkl4wbI/AAAAAAAABnU/i7WyaKrzCaE/s400/IMG_9700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574721445243175346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Davd4dxGefs/TV1jnZoynuI/AAAAAAAABnM/-VAE1O0sdSc/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard to cross my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ul1oEJ6J6Fk/TV1jnBJhNxI/AAAAAAAABnE/vRiDvjvgDks/s1600/102.JPG"&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/-ul1oEJ6J6Fk/TV1jnBJhNxI/AAAAAAAABnE/vRiDvjvgDks/s400/102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574721435728951058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gapping mouths for the pie we were going to attempt to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd6pf0DrdQQ/TV1i-HVktlI/AAAAAAAABm8/ibH4WfeaV80/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kd6pf0DrdQQ/TV1i-HVktlI/AAAAAAAABm8/ibH4WfeaV80/s400/085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574720733015488082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too. Much. Sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlX6wCrJeC0/TV1i9niw1oI/AAAAAAAABm0/xb-ExJzWBCs/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlX6wCrJeC0/TV1i9niw1oI/AAAAAAAABm0/xb-ExJzWBCs/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574720724480874114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THAT is how you play Leap-Frog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqExkLj5nII/TV1i9UqKKsI/AAAAAAAABms/DgB8EVA1E9w/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqExkLj5nII/TV1i9UqKKsI/AAAAAAAABms/DgB8EVA1E9w/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574720719411620546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is normally how our faces look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dPhcEleBPKY/TV1i9OElTMI/AAAAAAAABmk/EwfVpmwj5-k/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG"&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/-dPhcEleBPKY/TV1i9OElTMI/AAAAAAAABmk/EwfVpmwj5-k/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574720717643402434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will have very odd wrinkles when I get older. Yes, yes I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-1821780768412383243?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/1821780768412383243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=1821780768412383243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1821780768412383243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1821780768412383243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-29-something-that-you-could-never.html' title='Day 29 something that you could never get tired of doing'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZncouIiuT8/TV1kX1i61CI/AAAAAAAABoM/lhSZ8Lzd6Iw/s72-c/Locked%2Bout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-7907260151601124709</id><published>2011-02-15T20:45:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:40:29.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28 your favorite music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.irvmusic.com/music%20note5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 483px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.irvmusic.com/music%20note5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe it's asking me to pick between my favorite music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have many, many, many love so this is really hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably the hardest thing, because I love so many different types of music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I will try my best to not bore you to death but show you the type of person I am through music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Just click the title to be taken to a video for the song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBENjCPS8LI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Only the Young" - Brandon Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkHJ2-zoSB4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Love the Way you Lie" (Mash-up) - Sam Tsui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pgum6OT_VH8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Starlight" - Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPCRbuL4Oh8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Falling for You" - Colbie Calliat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5ChJZrr79s"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Everytime we Touch" - Cascada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u57d4_b_YgI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Better Together" - Jack Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Vms2P9L1ww"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Anyway You Want It" - Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crBHtoRASqc"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I'll Be" - Edwin McCain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gbo3LYv7V2c"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Happily Ever After" - He is We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2GuK0kshNo"&gt;"All I Ask of You" - Phantom of the Opera&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(This will exemplify all Broadway songs I love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFfbI9DBYKw"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Oh, is it love" - Hellogoodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWiwuiT58Yc"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Rhythm of Love" - Plain White T's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXtVBJDPs6k"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Love Story meets Viva La Vida" - Jon Schmidt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLFbvaN310c"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"You Got Me" - Colbie Calliat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_485S1IRe8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"She's Gonna Find Me Here" - Melee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-4wUfZD6oc"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"River Flows in You" - Yiruma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lInn25bY-Hs"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Just a Dream" - Nelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HcTLqjiR0w"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Nearer My God to Thee" - Orem Institute of Religion"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVpv8-5XWOI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Hey Soul Sister" - Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PgGUKWiw7Wk"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"What Love Really Means" - JJ Heller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those are only a handful of my favorites...Or current favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My choice of song varies as the days and weeks go on :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You can tell a lot about a person from the music they listen to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;What do you think about me?&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/2025083440948087074-7907260151601124709?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/7907260151601124709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=7907260151601124709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7907260151601124709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7907260151601124709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-28-your-favorite-music.html' title='Day 28 your favorite music'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-3559879467717233704</id><published>2011-02-15T10:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:43:05.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27 a picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhD9elk3ySE/TVrp-PXUgQI/AAAAAAAABmU/7IsSQqG7Kz0/s1600/041.JPG"&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/-HhD9elk3ySE/TVrp-PXUgQI/AAAAAAAABmU/7IsSQqG7Kz0/s400/041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574024744309915906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This theme of today has been on my mind all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been the bane of my existence today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have given time to think about what has changed about me in the past year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is it bad to say that I don't feel like I've changed very much at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I have changed...I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Physically: I've lost 10 pounds in the last year. It is true that fat weighs less than muscle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emotionally: I still am not happy where I am, but am happy with bounds I have taken.&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually: My testimony has grown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And today I'm making goals everyday from now on and making bounds towards the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a wonderful day, especially in LDC. I love that choir and all that happens in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-3559879467717233704?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3559879467717233704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3559879467717233704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3559879467717233704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3559879467717233704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-27-picture-of-you-last-year-and-now.html' title='Day 27 a picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhD9elk3ySE/TVrp-PXUgQI/AAAAAAAABmU/7IsSQqG7Kz0/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-9005106023863969012</id><published>2011-02-14T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:24:04.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26 a photo of somewhere you've been too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foreverwallpapers.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Paris-France-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.foreverwallpapers.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Paris-France-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the crepes&lt;br /&gt;I love the people&lt;br /&gt;I love the sights&lt;br /&gt;I love the sounds&lt;br /&gt;I love the smells&lt;br /&gt;I love the food&lt;br /&gt;I love the memories&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/2025083440948087074-9005106023863969012?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/9005106023863969012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=9005106023863969012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/9005106023863969012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/9005106023863969012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-26-photo-of-somewhere-youve-been.html' title='Day 26 a photo of somewhere you&apos;ve been too'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-7085849197835027726</id><published>2011-02-13T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:23:55.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25 what's in your purse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I rarely take a purse with me anywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when I do I usually have:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* My money's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Lip-balm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never been one to have a large bag as big as the upper-half of my body or have crazy purses in general. I just usually carry my wallet and my phone in my peacoat pocket. Because usually when I have my purse I am on a mission to buy something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-7085849197835027726?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/7085849197835027726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=7085849197835027726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7085849197835027726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7085849197835027726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-25-whats-in-your-purse.html' title='Day 25 what&apos;s in your purse?'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-3784010872214015832</id><published>2011-02-12T10:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:36:07.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24 a photo of something that means a lot to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love these girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rauni and I had the opportunity to do baptisms and Ashleigh and Jamie (soon-to-be) sister missionaries did endowment sessions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate at the pie and just had a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p42xqMLkDzI/TViiXIm9kiI/AAAAAAAABmM/3qTnNqH95uU/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p42xqMLkDzI/TViiXIm9kiI/AAAAAAAABmM/3qTnNqH95uU/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573383057202582050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p42xqMLkDzI/TViiXIm9kiI/AAAAAAAABmM/3qTnNqH95uU/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p42xqMLkDzI/TViiXIm9kiI/AAAAAAAABmM/3qTnNqH95uU/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&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/2025083440948087074-3784010872214015832?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3784010872214015832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3784010872214015832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3784010872214015832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3784010872214015832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-24-photo-of-something-that-means.html' title='Day 24 a photo of something that means a lot to you'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p42xqMLkDzI/TViiXIm9kiI/AAAAAAAABmM/3qTnNqH95uU/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-3968882997157274351</id><published>2011-02-11T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T13:29:59.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23 15 facts about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I am short, and have an eye color that no one else does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I love music, I love singing, I love losing myself in the music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. I love food, cooking, preparing, sharing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I love to give thoughts especially when I know it's worth while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. I am accident prone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. I love to be crazy, and act childish in a way of forgetting about the worries of the world and just dance crazy, laugh loud, and re-enact the "old" days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. I want to one day run a marathon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. I love kissing, hugging, smelling, touching, loving, eating, playing, running, dancing, doodling, and learning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. I am horrible at thinking about 15 facts about myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. I am hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-3968882997157274351?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3968882997157274351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3968882997157274351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3968882997157274351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3968882997157274351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-23-15-facts-about-you.html' title='Day 23 15 facts about you'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-6894656451731805059</id><published>2011-02-10T10:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:30:42.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22 a letter to someone who has hurt you recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have not recently been hurt but I have recently hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been listening to a book on Cd by Elder Neal A. Maxwell called, "All these things shall give thee experience" and it has really opened my ears, eyes, my soul to the reasons why we are are asked or pushed to experience certain trials. Some are of our own making and others are placed in by our Heavenly Father for our growth. The ones that give us the most grief in life though are those that are ones that are made by decisions we make. I can attest this by the situation I find myself in and how I have hurt someone. By my actions I caused pain, uncertainty and many other emotions. I have done this countless times to people that I love. We all makes mistakes and it is the hardest thing to do in life to ask for forgiveness from someone you have hurt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quote from the book on Cd that I heard last night was this, "He (Heavenly Father) even indicated that some of the weaknesses and infirmities given to us can actually become a strength to us. It is in our weakness in [the] extremity [that] Gods power [is] fully felt. Only when of ourselves we are helpless is his help truly appreciated." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have weaknesses. I know what they are, and i'm working on them. And the gospel is the prominent thing in my life now and will continue to be. It's at the forefront of my mind and will not likely go away. I am helpless but He is helping me everyday. I can feel of His love for me and for the bounds I am making. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for the hurt. I'm sorry for the uncertainty . I will always love you. Even though my actions may suggest otherwise. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlJy_Cb21Lw"&gt;You are my best friend, confidant, and mean more to me than the things of this world. &lt;/a&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;I am sorry from the deepest reaches of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Brianna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-6894656451731805059?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/6894656451731805059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=6894656451731805059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6894656451731805059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6894656451731805059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-22-letter-to-someone-who-has-hurt.html' title='Day 22 a letter to someone who has hurt you recently'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-459863536405008694</id><published>2011-02-10T09:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:55:12.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ccl.northwestern.edu/netlogo/models/models/Sample%20Models/Games/Frogger.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="http://ccl.northwestern.edu/netlogo/models/models/Sample%20Models/Games/Frogger.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to school too early today and decided instead of heading home and not getting a single thing done, I would scale the 6 flights of stairs up to the top level of the library grab two chairs; one for my feet and the other for me bum and get to reading of the chapter that I would be quizzed on at 1pm this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I situated myself I got to listening to my good and old friend Pandora, they had a "suggestive" station that was a love station, and in the time of Valentine's Day around the corner I thought I would take a listen. I chose a Pop station, because I like Pop. I like the consistent beats that most, if not all, the songs have underneath all the other instruments strumming away. Over the course of the hour I was taken back to high school with songs that were huge at those dances us girls would takes hours upon hours to get ready for, for that special guy. Among them: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Reason" - Hoobastank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Kiss me" - Sixpence none the richer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You're still the one" - Shania Twain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm yours" - Jason Mraz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Follow me" - Uncle Kracker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I don't want to miss a thing" - Aerosmith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey there delilah" - Plain white T's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Wonderwall" - Oasis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'll Be" - Edwin McCain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Better Together" - Jack Johnson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now the last one is what sparked this little random post. Jack Johnson's songs are very repetitive and if you strung them all together you probably would have a song that was 2 1/2 hours long because his timing doesn't change. But his lyrics are magical. They have a way of getting me to think and to take a moment out of the busy and the crowded thoughts to stop. In that moment of thinking I looked out the huge 2 story windows that I am sitting in front of and looked down on the parking spaces that people were winding in and out of. Behind that is the freeway, the cars going 75 miles per hour or more were in stark contrast to those moving slowly or even at a complete stop waiting for someone to pull out so they could pull in and rush to their class that they are now late for because of waiting 10 mins for that stinking parking spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Moral of this is that the parking lot and freeway reminded me of the game, "Frogger".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was have expecting a large green frog to come jumping across the cement looking for a free log to jump to next and on the prowl for his next huge fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know people don't always have to be profound :) &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/2025083440948087074-459863536405008694?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/459863536405008694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=459863536405008694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/459863536405008694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/459863536405008694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/random.html' title='Frogger'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-1928578782779855273</id><published>2011-02-08T07:29:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:19:54.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21 a photo of something that makes you happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to take the reigns and turn this post into a few or more photos of something that makes me happy. So very happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of them, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;if not all&lt;/span&gt; involving the people in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TVLI1AaydKI/AAAAAAAABls/8luwDWUG2r8/s400/IMG_9887.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571736501981705378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Running out in the rain when it starts and getting drenched with someone you adore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TVLMmgmAu4I/AAAAAAAABl8/u8rs_bTJYwY/s320/DSCN2076.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571740650967186306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jumping photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TVLHQ2RW5MI/AAAAAAAABlc/3hyHTTrZxwo/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571734781270877378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being a dork with these two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TVKyrQATuRI/AAAAAAAABkc/H4LRi7StbCI/s320/173.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571712145111103762" /&gt;Laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TVLHB-MVcoI/AAAAAAAABlU/PZUBhyA1Ctg/s320/Capture.PNG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571734525699256962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots and lots of laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TVKy8de6PuI/AAAAAAAABkk/W0WiAUXnZFw/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571712440786894562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Staring people down while singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No really, I love singing even though I sometimes look like i'm in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TVK4jpGhs1I/AAAAAAAABk0/fpRKG3xM_sg/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571718611478885202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To an extent drama/theater people make me happy. Especially when we all understand what corsets and very large hoop skirts feel like. We more or less bond together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TVLHcnwsK9I/AAAAAAAABlk/ucs0Es2GKCQ/s320/IMG_9673.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571734983534193618" /&gt;Holding Hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TVKzW7XWk0I/AAAAAAAABks/fQTZM8XSNTk/s320/DSC01943.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 147px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571712895484859202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My grandma Joy. My mother has saved a birthday song that was sung to me by this dear little lady when I was turning 19. It made me tear up last night when my mom put it up to my ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so happy that I have these pictures to remember the good times, keep them in the fore front of my mind and keep moving forward to continue making these wonderful, fun, and loving memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What makes you happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-1928578782779855273?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/1928578782779855273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=1928578782779855273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1928578782779855273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1928578782779855273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-21-photo-of-something-that-makes.html' title='Day 21 a photo of something that makes you happy'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TVLI1AaydKI/AAAAAAAABls/8luwDWUG2r8/s72-c/IMG_9887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-6814522558926247709</id><published>2011-02-07T16:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T07:21:48.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20 the meaning behind your blog name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1953425/2/istockphoto_1953425-patchwork-quilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1953425/2/istockphoto_1953425-patchwork-quilt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though my blog name is how my mind works, how it puts sentences or thoughts together. My whole life is like a patchwork quilt there have been squares that are the good times and then pieces that i'm still sewing together. There are also squares that I would much rather take out, start over, and replace with a new one but it wouldn't be me then would it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along with the squares I would want to take out, I've hurt someone terribly these last couple days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've made a, "I'm Sorry" square, it's rather large in my head with frayed edges and letters oozing down the fabric. This square is meant for one person. You know who you are, if you even read this anymore. I'm so very sorry for hurting you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"How did a nice girl like me get into a mess like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/226482.Marjorie_Pay_Hinckley" class="authorNameRegular" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Marjorie Pay Hinckley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-6814522558926247709?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/6814522558926247709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=6814522558926247709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6814522558926247709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6814522558926247709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-20-meaning-behind-your-blog-name.html' title='Day 20 the meaning behind your blog name'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-2777625189661705095</id><published>2011-02-07T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:22:50.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/snAjZ8mfoYw" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Somethings we all need to remember, especially myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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They will either bring you closer to God, and therefore make you stronger, or they can destroy you. But you make the decision of which road you take.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;First and foremost you are spirit child of God. If you neglect to feed your spirit, you will reap unhappiness. Don’t permit anything to detract you from this awareness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;You cannot communicate with God unless you have first sacrificed your self-oriented natural man and have brought yourself into the lower levels of meekness, to become acceptable for the Light of Christ. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Put all frustrations, hurt feelings and grumblings into the perspective of your eternal hope. Light will flow into your soul. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Pause to ponder the suffering Christ felt in the Garden of Gethsemane. In the awareness of the depth of gratitude for him, you appreciate every opportunity to show your love for him by diligently serving in his Church. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;God knows that you are not perfect. As you suffer about your imperfections, he will give you comfort and suggestions of where to improve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;God knows better than you what you need. He always attempts to speak to you. 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When you accept this, you will be freed. In the case of your own children or subordinates, where you have the responsibility to judge, help them to become their own judges. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;14.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;If someone hurts you so much that your feelings seem to choke you, forgive and you will be free again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;15.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Avoid at all cost any pessimistic, negative, or criticizing thoughts. If you cannot cut them out, they will do you harm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;16.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;On the road toward salvation, let questions arise but never doubts. If something is wrong, God will give you clarity but never doubts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;17.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Avoid rush and haste and uncontrolled words. Divine light develops in place of peace and quiet. Be aware of that as you enter places of worship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Be not so much concerned about what you do, but what you do with all your heart, might, and strength. In thoroughness is satisfaction. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;19.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;You want to be good and to do good? That is commendable. But the greatest achievement that can be reached in our lives is to be under the complete influence of the Holy Ghost. Then he will teach us what is really good and necessary to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;20.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The pain of sacrifice last only one moment. It is the fear of the pain of sacrifice that makes you hesitate to do it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;21.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Be grateful for every opportunity to serve. It helps you more than those you serve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;22.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;When you are compelled to give up something or when things that are dear to you are withdrawn from you, know this is your lesson to be learned right now. But know also that as you are learning this lesson, God wants to give you something better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: center;"&gt;Thus, we prepare all the days of our lives, and, as we grow, death loses its sting, hell loses its power, and we look forward to that day with anticipation of joy that he will come in his glory.&lt;/p&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/2025083440948087074-2777625189661705095?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/2777625189661705095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=2777625189661705095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2777625189661705095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2777625189661705095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/snAjZ8mfoYw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-6941468537139309309</id><published>2011-02-06T19:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:00:40.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19 another picture of yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TVB4-SOdHbI/AAAAAAAABkM/DIlxIgtoCDc/s1600/003.JPG"&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/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TVB4-SOdHbI/AAAAAAAABkM/DIlxIgtoCDc/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571085750496992690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever get the feeling that you ruined your whole life...or whole future or someone else's? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever wish you could take something you said back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever wish that you could take the hurt away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2025083440948087074-6941468537139309309?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/6941468537139309309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=6941468537139309309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6941468537139309309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6941468537139309309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-19-another-picture-of-yourself.html' title='Day 19 another picture of yourself'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TVB4-SOdHbI/AAAAAAAABkM/DIlxIgtoCDc/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-6552823975414852596</id><published>2011-02-05T10:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:30:18.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18 something you crave a lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nutella on toast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lindabezze.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/nutella-bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 382px;" src="http://lindabezze.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/nutella-bread.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-6552823975414852596?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/6552823975414852596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=6552823975414852596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6552823975414852596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6552823975414852596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-18-something-you-crave-lot.html' title='Day 18 something you crave a lot'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-4573884726773057341</id><published>2011-02-04T11:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T10:17:01.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17 a photo of you and your family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well in a way I have two families, so I'll try and find an appropriate picture for both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TU2FeYkC1_I/AAAAAAAABjs/iOMn3t7S0gU/s320/132.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570255071163373554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TU2F2_bWY1I/AAAAAAAABj0/N5arzr5YZEA/s320/104.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570255493912748882" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lovers them all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love them immensely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-4573884726773057341?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/4573884726773057341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=4573884726773057341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4573884726773057341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/4573884726773057341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-17-photo-of-you-and-your-family.html' title='Day 17 a photo of you and your family'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TU2FeYkC1_I/AAAAAAAABjs/iOMn3t7S0gU/s72-c/132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-8870861200475201214</id><published>2011-02-03T10:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:49:42.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16 you celebrity crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eric Bana is my celebrity crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is so sweet when he acts and just look at those big puppy dog brown eyes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He may be 2x my age (exactly) but he is handsome as can be. And a girl can dream and guawk at the T.V. a few times while watching, "The time travelers wife" or " The other Boleyn girl". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9vw6O4blvs/S-sx3okwBUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DbXRFJbJCzU/s1600/tn2_eric_bana_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 480px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9vw6O4blvs/S-sx3okwBUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DbXRFJbJCzU/s1600/tn2_eric_bana_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-8870861200475201214?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/8870861200475201214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=8870861200475201214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8870861200475201214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8870861200475201214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-16-you-celebrity-crush.html' title='Day 16 you celebrity crush'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I9vw6O4blvs/S-sx3okwBUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DbXRFJbJCzU/s72-c/tn2_eric_bana_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-1996344188624781431</id><published>2011-02-02T10:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:09:47.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15 something you don't leave the house without</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone that you ask will say I'm a bit obsessed with the thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially texting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't go judging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cellphonehits.net/uploads/2008/04/sanyo-katana-lx-official.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 410px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-1996344188624781431?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/1996344188624781431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=1996344188624781431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1996344188624781431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1996344188624781431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-15-something-you-dont-leave-house.html' title='Day 15 something you don&apos;t leave the house without'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-9204228990330223629</id><published>2011-02-02T10:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T10:08:24.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 a TV show you're currently addicted to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one has been a hard thing to think up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't been watching real tv for awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was watching TV I was addicted to: say yes to the dress on TLC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a little peak at what I can watch for 3 hours at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the drama of finding the "perfect" dress!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ENTYeQNzQ-0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also I have been catching "The Office" on netflix with Matt recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the pranks that Jim does to Dwight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are very silly, and make me laugh to the high heavens and back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is one of my favorite opening scenes from the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sOV36T58_fg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can you make it all the way through this without laughing!!! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addiction, yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-9204228990330223629?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/9204228990330223629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=9204228990330223629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/9204228990330223629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/9204228990330223629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-14-tv-show-youre-currently-addicted.html' title='Day 14 a TV show you&apos;re currently addicted to'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ENTYeQNzQ-0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-8070460743791786960</id><published>2011-02-02T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T10:10:20.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13 your favorite musician and why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I know that i'm posting this a day late...seeing as I've been a bit busy with school, work, and just life. But here I go catching up...posting two in one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite musician...Do I even have one? Curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well seeing as I can't think of a favorite I will go with the one that I have been listening to their songs intently over the past few days especially one called, "Marry Me" by Train. I love Train's feel good songs that just make you happy and bring that little ray of sunshine into some days where it seems only gray skies above. "Hey, soul sister" is one of my absolute favs and it reminds me of warmer times in the year seeing as we are in a 25 below weather warning for dear old Utah. Brrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here are both songs for your enjoyment:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First one: Marry Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ghZt2cILcCU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the second one: Hey, Soul Sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kVpv8-5XWOI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the little cartoon walking up and down the sidewalk. Love it love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which I could re-create it, but I can't...So I will continue to watch Train's music videos :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-8070460743791786960?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/8070460743791786960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=8070460743791786960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8070460743791786960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8070460743791786960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-13-your-favorite-musician-and-why.html' title='Day 13 your favorite musician and why?'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ghZt2cILcCU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-5830918736836985663</id><published>2011-01-30T20:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:19:13.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 a photograph of the town you live in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to Orem, Utah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TUeXeI4AQEI/AAAAAAAABjg/7G-Y0wCavSA/s1600/1111.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TUeXeI4AQEI/AAAAAAAABjg/7G-Y0wCavSA/s400/1111.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568586008301158466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have an abundance of Green Jello, mountains and peaches  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-5830918736836985663?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/5830918736836985663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=5830918736836985663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5830918736836985663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5830918736836985663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-12-photograph-of-town-you-live-in.html' title='Day 12 a photograph of the town you live in'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TUeXeI4AQEI/AAAAAAAABjg/7G-Y0wCavSA/s72-c/1111.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-5313216687375011463</id><published>2011-01-29T10:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:19:39.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 what's in your makeup bag?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-iUtOaPqfgA/TCSgF6pa4iI/AAAAAAAABVQ/B_BvVxXntvE/s1600/20091228_makeup.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eyeliner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mascara (2) for double the length&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mary Kay sunshimmer eyeshadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind all lies on my desk (that I never use for homework) anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I don't have very much at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I wish I had more, I knew how to use it better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Especially the smoky eye look, but no luck for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smokeyeyetutorial.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Sexy_Smokey_Eyes_1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 259px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Anyone wanna teach me how?&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/2025083440948087074-5313216687375011463?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/5313216687375011463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=5313216687375011463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5313216687375011463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5313216687375011463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-11-whats-in-your-makeup-bag.html' title='Day 11 what&apos;s in your makeup bag?'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-iUtOaPqfgA/TCSgF6pa4iI/AAAAAAAABVQ/B_BvVxXntvE/s72-c/20091228_makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-7582664205464771888</id><published>2011-01-28T23:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T10:09:01.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 a photo of your favorite place to eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like to start out by saying that I.Love.Food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So this day 10 challenge is, in fact, a challenge for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I love all sorts of food but for the sake of time and my sanity I will narrow it down to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;two....no....three. Yep Three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Cheap-o place to eat that I love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.logicbuy.com/Pages/Image.aspx?url=/datastore/userdeals/634163618035400000Fazolis1.jpg&amp;amp;width=500&amp;amp;height=385" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 385px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Middle Class, kind of more expensive than previous place to eat: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mmmm. Meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rRay1mFRW8Y/TOIq8JqexgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/t00RwoRsjm8/s1600/tucanos+brazilian+grill.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the last is the most expensive by far and I usually get to go it with my papa on my birthday...sometimes. I've only been a few times but I love it to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tallycoupondiva.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/The-Melting-Pot1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 421px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you like fondue (which I do) and enjoy a 4 course meal with you and a special someone...mmmmm this place is for you. Yummy. But definitely don't forget your pocketbook, meals for two cost roughly 70-95 dollars. Lovely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-7582664205464771888?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/7582664205464771888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=7582664205464771888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7582664205464771888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7582664205464771888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-10-photo-of-your-favorite-place-to.html' title='Day 10 a photo of your favorite place to eat'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rRay1mFRW8Y/TOIq8JqexgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/t00RwoRsjm8/s72-c/tucanos+brazilian+grill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-722039150755399506</id><published>2011-01-27T11:50:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:16:57.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 a photo of something you last purchased</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To find the last thing I purchased, I turned to my checkbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could say it was a dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could say it was a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could say it was the last know star that I named for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could say it was a plane ticket to Fiji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could say it was a new sister for Mushu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could say it was anything but food,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But no...it was the king of foods!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; (At least for a poor college student budget in Utah County)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A CAFE RIO PORK BURRITO ENCHILADA STYLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can everyone just say in sync, "Mmmmmmmmmmm"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://living-las-vegas.com/wp-content/uploads/snow_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://living-las-vegas.com/wp-content/uploads/snow_004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't judge me on this monster of a meal. It was amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and yes, I did finish it. MMMM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-722039150755399506?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/722039150755399506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=722039150755399506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/722039150755399506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/722039150755399506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-9-photo-of-something-you-last.html' title='Day 9 a photo of something you last purchased'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-1736987203296088726</id><published>2011-01-27T00:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:24:08.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 a song to match your mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sZTpLvsYYHw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;When there's nowhere else to run&lt;br /&gt;Is there room for one more son&lt;br /&gt;One more son&lt;br /&gt;If you can hold on&lt;br /&gt;If you can hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stand up, I wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know - no you don't, you don't&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shine on in the hearts of men&lt;br /&gt;I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another head aches, another heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I am so much older than I can take&lt;br /&gt;And my affection, well it comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;I need direction to perfection, no no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner&lt;br /&gt;You know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when there's nowhere else to run&lt;br /&gt;Is there room for one more son&lt;br /&gt;These changes ain't changing me&lt;br /&gt;The cold-hearted boy I used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner&lt;br /&gt;You know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got soul, but I'm not a soldier&lt;br /&gt;I got soul, but I'm not a soldier&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner&lt;br /&gt;You know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh don't you put me on the blackburner&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out, last call for sin&lt;br /&gt;While everyone's lost, the battle is won&lt;br /&gt;With all these things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;All these things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;If you can hold on&lt;br /&gt;If you can hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-1736987203296088726?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/1736987203296088726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=1736987203296088726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1736987203296088726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1736987203296088726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-8-song-to-match-your-mood.html' title='Day 8 a song to match your mood'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sZTpLvsYYHw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-7770135455401469621</id><published>2011-01-26T23:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:16:55.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 your dream wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be honest I haven't really thought about this one in very much depth. Plus when I was 15 or so in Young Women's we made an engagement time capsule to be opened on the day we get engaged, should have all the answers hahah plus Seeing as that hasn't happened yet and I have no idea what is in that little box, I will try to create MY dream wedding...  Ok ok maybe I HAVE thought about it....a little :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to start, let's start with the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would like my wedding to take place in April, May, June, or July. Why do you ask? No, not because everyone else gets married in those months because 1. they are either spring or summer 2. which means good weather 3. Outside reception (no cultural hall) and a dance floor like this :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new husband I definitely would have a first dance or two or three on this awesome dance floor, boogie all night long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TUEcY6MFBRI/AAAAAAAABi4/LQiRRukRbDQ/s200/111.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566761828668998930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would love to have a full course meal before the dancing and other things (but on a utah budget one can only dream) And we would eat something yummy, like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TUEdx7Pmt9I/AAAAAAAABjA/KYG9CET0AHQ/s200/1111.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566763357960583122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every girl has to have an awesome, the bomb.com wedding ring for the big "dream wedding" day. So if I had vast amount of money (which I do, seeing as it's a dream wedding) I would have this ring or something along the lines of it! Oh Verragio, the rings you come up with are to die for, gives me chills just looking at this set :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orogio.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/v/e/venetian-5013r-4-large-810.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 277px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Drool much? Yeah, me too :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My dress? hard one. hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TUAv-Jtlj8I/AAAAAAAABio/UQTLL1hcV-A/s320/11.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566501884235452354" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this dress but I'm not sure it will be THE dress when the day comes along but I love the red ribbon. yay color. But yea you get the gist of what I'm going for and that what I need you to see. So next point: Colors? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colors will either be: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Red and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yellow. &lt;/span&gt;Or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Blue and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Silver &lt;/span&gt;Or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Green and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some odd combinations and hopefully I would get some bridesmaid dresses that rock the socks off what you see normally...like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TUAxEwnASrI/AAAAAAAABiw/yfXsCF6gcaE/s320/112.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566503097267669682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cake: Oh man the cake will be the best part!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the one on the right so pay attention to that one. I would like that with red velvet cake in the middle. AWESOME!!!!!! I love the drizzling of chocolate down the sides and I'm a HUGE fan of roses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.weddingcakespictures.org/WeddingCakes2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 510px; height: 352px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to have a wonderful wedding video made about my spouse and I. Kinda like&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picketfencefilms.blogspot.com/2010/11/david-lara-super-cute-reception.html"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else is there to the wedding? Hmm well. The Groom...and lots and lots of happiness :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! And I almost forgot the place where I want to get married. That one has been an easy one to answer ever since I was a little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right Here: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TUHRznXEsEI/AAAAAAAABjQ/aOZOYcTflLU/s400/1111.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 347px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566961299075936322" /&gt; Being married in the temple is non-negotiable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in the end I feel like my dream wedding is pretty practical (what do you think?) ...so maybe it is what I want and really hope for or just a fools dream of an idealistic girl. haha. Either way it was fun to find the pictures and stuff. What girl doesn't like imagining her wedding, come on :) Favorite past-time of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-7770135455401469621?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/7770135455401469621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=7770135455401469621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7770135455401469621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7770135455401469621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-7-your-dream-wedding.html' title='Day 7 your dream wedding'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TUEcY6MFBRI/AAAAAAAABi4/LQiRRukRbDQ/s72-c/111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-2305865203548292274</id><published>2011-01-25T10:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:39:29.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 a photo of an animal you'd love to keep as a pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can you not love this little guy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is little, cute, cute, and little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may have an infatuation with little things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say, "Ah...it's so cute" a lot in my daily life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm proud of it and I want to carry this little guy around, have him lay on my lap and just be cute until the day he grows old and I buy another one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OHHHHHHHH! He's cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ullrichs.net/c4k/classes/pictures/libbie/Baby%20Yorkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 541px;" src="http://www.ullrichs.net/c4k/classes/pictures/libbie/Baby%20Yorkie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-2305865203548292274?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/2305865203548292274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=2305865203548292274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2305865203548292274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2305865203548292274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-6-photo-of-animal-youd-love-to-keep.html' title='Day 6 a photo of an animal you&apos;d love to keep as a pet'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-3055671882383966475</id><published>2011-01-24T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:44:35.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 a photo of yourself two years ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8IGkgqMcI/AAAAAAAABiY/fdnBtfKobcY/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8IGkgqMcI/AAAAAAAABiY/fdnBtfKobcY/s400/065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566176573426119106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hair was shorter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My jacket was newer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still had those awesome shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was dating someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was less mature and lost spiritually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had insecurities, and self doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's surprising the changes that have taken place yet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two years is a long time, why does it seem only like yesterday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-3055671882383966475?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3055671882383966475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3055671882383966475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3055671882383966475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3055671882383966475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-5-photo-of-yourself-two-years-ago.html' title='Day 5 a photo of yourself two years ago'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8IGkgqMcI/AAAAAAAABiY/fdnBtfKobcY/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-2035862272843085836</id><published>2011-01-23T16:53:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T00:27:42.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 your favorite photograph of your best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was is a bit difficult seeing as I have like 5 or 7 (thanks ashleigh)best friends. Really I do. So I'm going to give a little ode to them all. Ready? ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Veraunica (Rauni) Stauffer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Known: 18 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8A7pS4CXI/AAAAAAAABho/DUsCzk2Bcdo/s200/IMG_9921.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566168689150527858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Laurie (da bomb) Hite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Known: 18 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8A8u_PCZI/AAAAAAAABiA/JiE8tpjjJQs/s1600/022.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/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8A8u_PCZI/AAAAAAAABiA/JiE8tpjjJQs/s200/022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566168707858631058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madelyn (blue) Whitlock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Known: 16 years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8A8U7kTDI/AAAAAAAABh4/PgB36j8EPA4/s1600/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8A8U7kTDI/AAAAAAAABh4/PgB36j8EPA4/s1600/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8A8U7kTDI/AAAAAAAABh4/PgB36j8EPA4/s200/109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566168700863925298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew Anson Call&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Known: 4 years (feels longer) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8A8U7kTDI/AAAAAAAABh4/PgB36j8EPA4/s1600/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8A85bhHrI/AAAAAAAABiI/Y4UWp1rBsGA/s200/IMG_0685.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566168710661611186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashleigh and Shelby Simmons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ash known: since birth! Shelby known: 19 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8A74P-r3I/AAAAAAAABhw/uzD84vgNwwQ/s1600/IMG_0064.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/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8A74P-r3I/AAAAAAAABhw/uzD84vgNwwQ/s200/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566168693164912498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tammy (Mommy) Pettit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Known: since she birthed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I lovers her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8BKYJLPVI/AAAAAAAABiQ/L4vR9uljR0E/s200/IMG_9122.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566168942244478290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-2035862272843085836?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/2035862272843085836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=2035862272843085836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2035862272843085836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2035862272843085836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-4-your-favorite-photograph-of-your.html' title='Day 4 your favorite photograph of your best friend'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TT8A7pS4CXI/AAAAAAAABho/DUsCzk2Bcdo/s72-c/IMG_9921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-7215215071277624785</id><published>2011-01-22T07:30:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:57:35.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 your idea of the perfect first date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I was thinking about the theme for today's post I was taking a look down memory lane, trying to remember if any of my first dates were the "perfect first date". And I was taken back to about three years ago, after I had graduated, to a date that I was taken on that was one of the most fun and unexpected dates I've been on.&lt;/div&gt;Perfect date wants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing (if you like the guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of talking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memories that you would like to write down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The date I went on about three years ago was the homecoming dance the year after I graduated at Orem High. Matt Call &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Good company) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had called me on the phone (I know silly, but I liked h&lt;span&gt;im so I didn't care) and asked me if I would like to go with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside I was flipping out.&lt;/span&gt; On the outside I was playing it cool and playing hard to get (us girls and our mind games) The dance was on a Saturday night so we figured out times and such and we hung up. &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to figure out what I was going to wear and how I was going to do my hair, this was the last hoorah for high school and I was going with a guy I had wanted to date since I met him at the beginning of senior year. I called up my friend Blue and she helped with my hair, it turned out a little bit like Belle's hairstyle in Beauty and the Beast, bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t more updated.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night came and promptly around 5pm Matt shows up to my house in his grandfathers suit from the 40's or 50's (it was so cool).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you wanted a visual here you go: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TTvRPAIIlWI/AAAAAAAABhg/EqSkUGG6f7Q/s400/DSC01268.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565271820208739682" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt; He gave me a beautiful corsage and we headed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;China Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; in Orem to meet up with the rest of the group. We ate some dinner&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lots of talking) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and then proceeded to the dance that was being held at Orem High.&lt;br /&gt;We saw some friends that were in the grade beneath us and we talked a bit but mostly stayed in our little group of super seniors!&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I would always dance the slow dance together &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dancing (if you like the guy)...(which I did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; and as the night continued on we would get a little bit closer and a little bit closer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(haven't you girls ever gone on a date and the guy smells amazing? looks amazing? and is just amazing? Where you don't want the night to end?  THAT: was this date) &lt;/span&gt;when the dance came to an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; end for the life of me I can't remember what we did...I think we have just taken everyone's dates home..he took me separately in his car. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memories that you would like to write down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;He walked me up to the door and we talked a little bit (I looked into those eyes and I wanted to kiss him right then and there, but, "what would he think of me" ..."would we still be able to friends if he didn't kiss me back"..."would his current girlfriend come hunt me down"..."dang he looks good" ... all these things were running through my head as it went quiet, the moon was out and there were no cars around. I could have easily just leaned forward and smacked him square on the lips right then and there...Did I? Did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No....too impulsive sadly :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I said,"My mom is probably waiting for me, so I have to go"&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;.....Really Brianna?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;LLLAAAMMMEEE! (lame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.westmonster.com/raised%20eyebrow-thumb-225x168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 168px;" src="http://www.westmonster.com/raised%20eyebrow-thumb-225x168.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So besides my little "scared" moment this was and is my perfect date. It fit all my wants and fulfilled all of my needs. And if I wasn't a pansy I could have gotten my first kiss ever with a guy that I had liked for a year or so and we clicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's just say: Thank goodness for second chances ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;but that's a story for another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;So my perfect first date was with the guy i'm dating now. Woot. He did a pretty darn good patootin good job:) haha. Best. Date. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-7215215071277624785?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/7215215071277624785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=7215215071277624785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7215215071277624785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7215215071277624785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-3-your-idea-of-perfect-first-date.html' title='Day 3 your idea of the perfect first date'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TTvRPAIIlWI/AAAAAAAABhg/EqSkUGG6f7Q/s72-c/DSC01268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-3642210620166675879</id><published>2011-01-21T14:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:34:30.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 a photo of something you ate today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My breakfast pretty much everyday of the week is Maple and Brown Sugar Oatmeal :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIXOn06Pz70/R5JW_mt2SvI/AAAAAAAABVQ/RW7MPn79Q9M/s800/Oatmeal+with+Maple+Syrup+and+Brown+Sugar.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2025083440948087074-3642210620166675879?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3642210620166675879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3642210620166675879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3642210620166675879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3642210620166675879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2-photo-of-something-you-ate-today.html' title='Day 2 a photo of something you ate today'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UIXOn06Pz70/R5JW_mt2SvI/AAAAAAAABVQ/RW7MPn79Q9M/s72-c/Oatmeal+with+Maple+Syrup+and+Brown+Sugar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-1352430950273722605</id><published>2011-01-20T09:54:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:12:42.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 a photo of yourself and a description of how your day was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PICTURE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TThrj-aFCOI/AAAAAAAABhI/OK1bqk-jcs0/s1600/IMG_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TThrj-aFCOI/AAAAAAAABhI/OK1bqk-jcs0/s320/IMG_0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564315605408221410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't get to sleep till 2am so my day started before I even went to sleep. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OFFICIAL DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Start: 7:45 after sleeping in from my alarm clock which went off at 6:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Social Work class at 8:30 - we got into groups and discussed ethical issues, my group got sexual harassment...yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a two hour break between Social Work and LDC so I called up my papa in Colorado and talked to him for a little bit. It was a nice conversation.&lt;br /&gt;LDC we were learning a new song that has Swahili and Spanish sections and we were trying to get the rhythm down. It was taking a bit of time but now I have 1-ta-te-ta, 2-ta-te-ta, 3-ta-te-ta ...and 1-la-li, 2-la-li, 3-la-li...stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards a friend of mine invited me over to make a chocolate cake, for kicks whilst watching/catching up on the last two seasons of The Office! (love it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5:15-Zumba down at BYU, and with friend in tow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food preparation: pasta, beans and bacon, and another piece of chocolate cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talking with friends roommate about girls and how hard dating is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving home in the cold and staring in awe at the moon above in the heavens before I walked into my house and checked if my mother was home from school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got into my PJ's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sat down at my computer to finish this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Day 1&lt;/b&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/2025083440948087074-1352430950273722605?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/1352430950273722605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=1352430950273722605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1352430950273722605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1352430950273722605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1-photo-of-yourself-and-description.html' title='Day 1 a photo of yourself and a description of how your day was'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TThrj-aFCOI/AAAAAAAABhI/OK1bqk-jcs0/s72-c/IMG_0562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-3720611115184495884</id><published>2011-01-20T01:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T01:43:16.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Blog Challenge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;It seems natural to jump on the bandwagon with everyone else doing the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; text-transform: none; "&gt;30 Day Blog Challenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;." I think this will give me some new insight to my life and to have you guys (whoever reads) be able to see me in a different and maybe not so boring life...seeing as a lot of these suggestions for the next 30 days include pictures!!! So, tomorrow (which is today, seeing as I am blogging at 1:42 am January 20, 2011) I will start my 30 day blogging extravaganza. I hope you tune in for the next 30 days to see what I come up with, comment, and maybe try it out yourself : )  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 1 a photo of yourself and a description of how your day was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 2 a photo of something you ate today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 3 your idea of the perfect first date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 4 your favorite photograph of your best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 5 a photo of yourself two years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 6 a photo of an animal you'd love to keep as a pet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 7 your dream wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 8 a song to match your mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 9 a photo of something you last purchased&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 10 a photo of your favorite place to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 11 what's in your makeup bag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 12 a photograph of the town you live in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 13 your favorite musician and why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 14 a TV show you're currently addicted to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 15 something you don't leave the house without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 16 you celebrity crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 17 a photo of you and your family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 18 something you crave a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 19 another picture of yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 20 the meaning behind your blog name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 21 a phot of something that makes you happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 22 a letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 23 15 facts about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 24 a photo of something that means a lot to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 25 what's in your purse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 26 a photo of somewhere you've been too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 27 a picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 28 your favorite music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 29 something that you could never get tired of doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 30 a photograph of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-3720611115184495884?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3720611115184495884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3720611115184495884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/3720611115184495884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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something or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumblarge_215/1196876017Ac1YzM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 450px;" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumblarge_215/1196876017Ac1YzM.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-656714249117945891?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/656714249117945891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=656714249117945891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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classes for a full two days now. Wow, it seems like it has been a week at least. I LOVE all my classes, they are wonderful family ridden classes. I love it. Especially my marriage and family relationships class. One of my text book titles, "How to NOT fall in love with a jerk." hmm. good title I think. I probably would have bought that book not for a textbook if I ever saw it on the shelf. But now I have to go BEG my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;statistics for behavioral science &lt;/span&gt;to let me into the class.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-5137275306175464928?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/5137275306175464928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=5137275306175464928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5137275306175464928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/5137275306175464928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/thursday-already.html' title='Thursday already'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-2456719206419039931</id><published>2011-01-05T08:36:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:49:37.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Semester...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has begun.&lt;br /&gt;I have 9 credits as of right now, I need 12-13 by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that I was going to BYU...because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. Religion classes COUNT towards credits and GPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; There is a certain boy I would like to be there with...(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;BUT alas, I did not work hard enough in high school so here is my kick in the pants for not being able to go to BYU. Sad day. My own fault, no one else's.&lt;br /&gt;(Even though I sometimes feel that the ACT had a major conspiracy against me)&lt;br /&gt;But, there are a lot of good things that could happen this semester, even if going to BYU is excluded from the mix, I have an array of awesome marriage/family/psych classes which I am so stinking exciting for. And I am working and preparing for a little audition I have next Saturday...bum bum bum (That was supposed to sound creepy, but came off as kinda of lame, I apologize)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Off to school&lt;br /&gt;Start of a new semester&lt;br /&gt;I would say that life is going too good right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is practically better than my dreams, and I can imagine it will only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-2456719206419039931?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/2456719206419039931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=2456719206419039931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2456719206419039931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/2456719206419039931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-semester.html' title='Winter Semester...'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-8576631819386671163</id><published>2010-12-30T11:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:24:11.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With the new year coming in a short two days it's hard not to think about the past year. Where I have been, Who I have been, and What I did. The Good, the Bad, the Ugly. The lists of things I planned on doing and never finishing, and lists of things I wanted to accomplish and surprised myself by finishing. The planned, the spontaneous, etc. I have come to realize that I am not a very organized person. I go with flow, I live each day as it's own moment. I don't look too far into the future, I never have. But I contemplate and spend more than I should thinking about the past, reliving the past, wishing I didn't do things, or wishing I did. I have too many "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What if's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" in my life that I sometime forget about the good that is happening in my life at the present moment. These moments that will soon be past, that I will soon relive in my mind. Why then would I make these moments, the moments of the present, anything but great? (I think I just found my theme for the coming year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food for thought...in the past year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many breaths you've taken?&lt;br /&gt;How many steps you've taken?&lt;br /&gt;How many hours you've spent driving?&lt;br /&gt;How many songs you've listened to?&lt;br /&gt;How many times you've listened to certain song?&lt;br /&gt;How many movies you've watched?&lt;br /&gt;How many words you've read?&lt;br /&gt;How many pieces of gum you've chewed?&lt;br /&gt;How many texts you've sent?&lt;br /&gt;How many hours you've spent at school?&lt;br /&gt;How many times you've blinked?&lt;br /&gt;How much money you've spent?&lt;br /&gt;How many times you've brushed your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;How many hours you've slept sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;How many times you've said, "Hi"?&lt;br /&gt;How many miles you've driven?&lt;br /&gt;How many people you've met?&lt;br /&gt;and most important:&lt;br /&gt;How many lives you've have changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lrZij9MSTRI?fs=1" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This coming year I want to be a different person. I don't want to be defined by things that have happened in this year of 2010. I know everyone says, "This new year is going to be THE BEST YEAR EVER) ...that works for about the month of January, maybe a few days into February. I don't expect it to be the best year ever. But I would like to think that I will have the most growth in this coming year, in many ways. I want to grow spiritually. Get closer to my heavenly father and quite possibly have an amazing spiritual experience in Nauvoo this coming summer. I just have to prove that I want it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want this year to be a time of secular learning, letting go of the past, getting on the road (and staying) to become who I'm supposed to be. This idealistic person I have in my mindset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A new year brings about new beginnings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that's why we get one every 365 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It gives us a moment to re-evaluate our lives, to see how we are doing in all aspects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It gives us a chance to scrap the bad, and bring in the good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throw away the trash of the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An opportunity to move forward, start anew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So for the coming year, try your best to make it your best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you get down and days are not ideal, find the good and focus on that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anything that is good, comes from God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we have a focus on Him, no matter what happens in the coming year will be for our good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our eternal progression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So to everyone, I love you. And good luck in the coming year. Be HAPPY it's a NEW YEAR! 2011 is another year that we are all blessed to have. Live everyday as if it was your first...live everyday. Period. Don't waste a moment in regret, depression, or longing for what could have been. See the future, the bright light that it is and run to it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TRzReBYq2NI/AAAAAAAABgE/YT0ZUN6oqSg/s200/IMG_0535.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556546353966536914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to try and do the same thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-8576631819386671163?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/8576631819386671163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=8576631819386671163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8576631819386671163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8576631819386671163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-new-me.html' title='New Year, New Me'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lrZij9MSTRI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-6566886327104196420</id><published>2010-12-25T14:23:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T16:40:45.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People getting married, getting married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the past week 4 friends of mine of either gotten engaged or hitched, one including an ex boyfriend of mine. People say it would be weird to hear of an ex getting engaged, I didn't believe them...now I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's weird to think that you and this person had something "special" at one time on another and then you hear of them planning on spending the rest of their life with someone else. Someone, more than likely, will have some of the same pet names, do some of the same activities, kissing, hugging, enjoying each other's company just as you did. When you were dating them. Am I so crazy to think that's a little weird? (I know some smartypants pants is going to come along and say in their head, "Well did you really expect him to just swoon over you, never letting go since you guys broke up and still wish you were together, and regret that he ever let you go?") &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well Yes! Duh! .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Joke. No. Really, I don't think that, but it's still feels like that person has a part of you, they always will. You gave them s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ecrets, you went through ups and downs and all arounds with them. Good memories, and bad memories. You gave a little piece of your heart a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.featurepics.com/FI/Thumb/20080201/Red-Heart-Puzzle-Piece-Missing-600039.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; And you'll never get it back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well that was a little soap boxy (boxie? boxen?) now wasn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I woke up this morning with marriage on the brain (as you can tell) and this little saying was, sprawled on the wall of the room I was in--- in my dream. It said,&lt;b&gt; "Hope, Charity, Love, and Patience are the foundations of a good marriage."&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think I just had a profound moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Me! Profound!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; And so I wrote it down and I think &lt;i&gt;whenever the dickens&lt;/i&gt; I get married that I will try to live those 4 little words. As I hear stories of what married people go through I start to think those 4 little words may be very helpful in the years to come, whenever marriage does come around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Marriage is the greatest happiness here on earth" - Brother Eggett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Hope:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;If you don't have hope which can also be associated with &lt;i&gt;faith &lt;/i&gt;then getting very far in life will be extrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;ely difficult especially when you are trying to do it on your own. And when was the last time you looked back at a trial and realized it has made you a better person, a better version of you.( I have started to notice these things myself..it's ok you're not the only one ) God knows what he is doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charity:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: small; "&gt;"And behold, I tell you these things that ye may learn wisdom; that when ye are in service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God."  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Self explanatory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Love: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: small; "&gt;"The most important thing in life is to learn how to give our love, and let it come in." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This morning I went to go visit my grandmother and as I was walking out the door she said something along the lines of, "Love yourself, take care of yourself. Because you are the only one that will love you as much as you love yourself." I took it to heart, if we don't love ourselves and see the beauty that is on the inside and outside we will never truly be able to love others. Even though it's hard at times to see the masterpiece we are, we must try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Patience: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"God always teaches us patience, when we do not have time for the lesson." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If we do not have patience with those around us then we cannot see past what is the issue and see that people are not perfect, people make mistakes. Everyone has a past, but everyone is yearning and planning for a better future. Nothing can be done alone. And there is always someone there to give us a helping hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What it boils down to is Christ. Christ is what we need to center our lives around. Our single lives, our married lives, our young family lives, grown up families, work place lives, retired lives , and into the eternities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Whenever it happens for me and whenever it happens for you, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;f we want marriage to work we must have God central in that union. That's the only way it will work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(What a shpeal this has been huh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He is&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; He is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Patie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nce.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Christ is everywhere, Christ is in this season and he is throughout the whole year, we sometimes have to go searching for him, because we are the ones who have turned and walked the other way for a time, but he is always there...in the same spot waiting for us.. &lt;b&gt;(NieNie says it really well right &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2010/12/note-to-those-of-you-who-hurt-hold-on.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;: if you're feeling down about something you've done or are at a time in life that seems less than satisfactory) &lt;/b&gt; I'm beginning to realize how much of an affect he has on this world, this tiny globe that we call home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the spirit of the season, Merry Christmas to one and all. Remember Christ the Lord and the Love, and everything He has done for us. It truly is Amazing Grace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lisalessingcounselor.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/mary_baby_jesus.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 434px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-6566886327104196420?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/6566886327104196420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=6566886327104196420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6566886327104196420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/6566886327104196420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2010/12/people-getting-married-getting-married.html' title='People getting married, getting married'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-7973311917071384581</id><published>2010-12-06T22:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:46:49.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Carol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As many of you may know I am in the Hale Center Theater in Orem's production of, "A Christmas Carol" I am a soprano in the choir and loving it! Plus I get a huge hoop skirt dress (beauitful!) so i'm going to do a little (COME SEE MY SHOW!!) shpeal...yes that is a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in short: Come see this show, or you will be haunted by three ghosts! Jk. Or you can just come see it because you know i'm in it! You can buy tickets &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://webticketing.haletheater.org/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Go on, click it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The show is already 93% sold out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TP3JL3o9w4I/AAAAAAAABf4/tZs6xSPrK0M/s320/1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547811521741833090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;December 1 - 23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More specifically I am in the M,W,F cast...BUT even MORE specifically here are the days in which I will be playing : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 8, 11(8:00pm), 13, 20-23 (every showing) Hope to see you there!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-7973311917071384581?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/7973311917071384581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=7973311917071384581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7973311917071384581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7973311917071384581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-carol.html' title='A Christmas Carol'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TP3JL3o9w4I/AAAAAAAABf4/tZs6xSPrK0M/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-7228048445441541414</id><published>2010-12-06T14:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:13:55.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wanted to take a moment to apologize for everything...I wish this was different and I wish certain things hadn't transpired. I wish that I was a different person when we came together. I was not the ideal for you, especially so fresh off your journey. You needed so much better but I ended up helping knocking you down a few pegs and bringing you to a place you never should have experienced. I hope that someday I may be able to reconcile with you. Now as you're trying to regain your footing please know and remember this apology for me being a hindrance and in some ways a devil's advocate. I know I am responsible for the pain and grief you now bear in more ways than one. I hope that in the future in any way I could help you, you'll let me. . I am so sorry. You mean the world and more to me, but I have failed to really show that to you. I'm sorry my dear friend. I'm sorry for letting you down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sincerely with Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Brianna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;"Baby you can start again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Laughing in the open air; have yourself another dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Maybe we can start again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-7228048445441541414?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/7228048445441541414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=7228048445441541414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7228048445441541414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/7228048445441541414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-friend.html' title='Dear Friend'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-8678521541892021012</id><published>2010-11-28T09:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T09:17:18.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like my blog title</title><content type='html'>It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.&lt;div&gt;It takes courage to not be selfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes courage to stand up to what isn't right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes courage to continue fighting for something you know is right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes courage to climb a hurtle, no matter what it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes courage to say what you need to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes courage to be who you want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And It takes courage to do what YOU feel is right, when everything else is raging against you, when  life seems to be too easy and a bump in the road is thrown into the mix, when life seems hopeless from a stupid choice, when you wake up and realize the thing you've done, when you know life will be ok, when you know that everything will turn out for the best, when you know that it IS all worth fighting for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT is when we start to grow up and become who we really are, and by that time we notice that we've been scared the whole time but we haven't taken a moment to let ourselves realize. THAT is the true change of heart, and that is what can move mountains, split oceans, and create wonderful moments no one would ever care to forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are...it takes courage to continue on after somethings got you down. But in the end, it is SO worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-8678521541892021012?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/8678521541892021012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=8678521541892021012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8678521541892021012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/8678521541892021012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-like-my-blog-title.html' title='Just like my blog title'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-1427582386603776576</id><published>2010-11-24T21:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T16:22:46.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Tears</title><content type='html'>This is a story about LDC I fear that I may talk about it too much; either through messaging, talking, facebook, etc. But it and the experiences that happen within LDC have been my rock for the past little while so I cannot not talk about it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday in LDC I was scheduled to give a devotional at the beginning of class before we started working on music. I had everything prepared, scripture ready, personal story, and musical selection I was to sing before the class. I was prepared for sure, or so I thought. I got up in front of the class took a deep breath and dove right into to what I wanted to say it went a little something like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I feel in someways I have walked int he same path as Alma the Younger. For sometime I didn't necessarily reject the gospel. but I fought against in my mind. I would always ask questions, bes satisfied with the answer given for but a moment. The next day I would continue on in life not actin on what was told me before. I was wading through the river of life. I was taking the "easy" way, or so I thought. Things happen in everyone's lives, we make decisions we regret, we make decisions that we don't regret yet we say to ourselves, "what was I thinking?" The past few years have been some of the most trying times in my life spiritually. I look back now and am flabbergasted that I am standing here today taller spiritually. Even though at times I didn't want to talk with God because I felt unworthy and unfit, even though I don't always do all I should, even though I make stupid decisions sometimes not thinking before acting, "I know that time brings change and change takes time." Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ are always there just as they were for Alma the Younger. They never will leave our side. ---I have a scripture I want to read from Mosiah 27:28-29...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nevertheless, after wading through much tribulation, repenting nigh unto death, the Lord in mercy hath seen fit to snatch me out of an everlasting burning, and I am born of God. My soul hath been redeemed from the gall of bitterness and bonds of iniquity, I was in the darkest abyss; but now I behold the marvelous light of God. My soul was racked with eternal torment; but I am snatched, and my soul is pained no more." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I broke down at the end of the verse, I was flooded with emotion; my heart was racing and I just couldn't stop crying. I don't cry, I have never cried when I have felt the spirit but this time was different. It was odd and I wasn't sure how to deal with it so I just continued the best I could. The accompanist started playing and I squeaked out the words to the song. I tried my best to sing through my sobs, I tried to covey the message of the song, the best I could. I felt an overwhelming joy, I felt a new and I felt like everything was going to be OK in my life. I felt the spirit more than I have in a very long time, it is a feeling that I will not soon forget, if EVER forget. I took me by surprise, cause if you know me, you know that I don't cry when I feel the spirit. ---This time was definitely different, and if the devotional was for anyone it was for me. It was so incredible for me personally that I don't have words to even give justice to what I felt. Sure, I felt a bit silly for sobbing in front of 60 people who I see everyday, but I think it was worth, at least to me. I needed to feel that, and I know the Lord wanted me to feel it and that is all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the song I sang for the Devotional, it is one that I fell upon in high school, a dear friend sent it to me. It is a song that has gotten me through many long and lonely nights crying to myself and talking with God about my life and how I would get through the present trial. It is very dear to my heart, pay particular attention to the words, they are wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ihIkPXTpmjw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(River God)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rolling River God&lt;br /&gt;Little Stones are smooth&lt;br /&gt;Only once the water passes through&lt;br /&gt;So I am a stone&lt;br /&gt;rough and grainy still&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reconcile this river's chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;But when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and feel you rushing by&lt;br /&gt;I know that time brings change&lt;br /&gt;and change takes time&lt;br /&gt;And when the sunset comes&lt;br /&gt;my prayer would be just this one&lt;br /&gt;that you might pick me up&lt;br /&gt;and notice that I am&lt;br /&gt;just a little smoother in your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes raging wild&lt;br /&gt;sometimes swollen high&lt;br /&gt;never have I known this river dry&lt;br /&gt;The deepest part of you&lt;br /&gt;is where I want to stay&lt;br /&gt;and feel the sharpest edges wash away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-1427582386603776576?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/1427582386603776576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=1427582386603776576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1427582386603776576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1427582386603776576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2010/11/unexpected-tears.html' title='Unexpected Tears'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-1781709499836041008</id><published>2010-11-20T13:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T18:15:54.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to paint</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon I was feeling a bit fat, because I hadn't been excersising or running in the past week so I decided that I was going to go workout at curves. I got all dressed and ready for the gym, stepped outside looked up at the clouds and stopped dead in my tracks. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was the one of the most beautiful sunsets I have seen in awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Little blurp: I love this time of the year, there is something going on up the atmosphere on this earth that makes the sunset so dang beautiful, every year during this time. It is quite magical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I was saying, I stopped in my tracks looked up and beheld a gorgeous piece of work that God had given me to look at. The oranges, yellows, a splash of pink and some purples thrown in there too. I decided NOT to go workout at curves, I decided to go on a run up 400 south so that I could stare at this sunset for whatever time was remaining. So I began my run and forgot about everything else in the world besides this sunset. I ran to Glee's version of "Singing in the Rain/Umbrella" for some reason it seemed to fit and I had slight want of a sudden rainstorm to start (but sadly nothing happened) The sunset slowly faded away, taking with it the gorgeous rays of the sun, brings in the rolling clouds and dark night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and I want to start painting, why must it be so much money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-1781709499836041008?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/1781709499836041008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=1781709499836041008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1781709499836041008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2025083440948087074/posts/default/1781709499836041008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to-paint.html' title='I want to paint'/><author><name>Brianna Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879116760363492314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoMVyWzcEbE/TPyB_Q_2noI/AAAAAAAABeY/Kb0AhtS1P4E/S220/7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025083440948087074.post-2208220622848320106</id><published>2010-11-12T18:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:12:42.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey pretty lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I'm answering a friend's question: What are you grateful for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Sadly, I don't think about this question very often. I go through the motions of life expecting or wanting more than I have, rarely taking time to sit down and count my blessings and really contemplate what I AM thankful for. So let me indulge for this little moment in the things that I am grateful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Starting out: I am grateful for my life. I'll be honest some days I loathe my life, I hate what is happening and I ask the question, "Why me?" but there are those days when everything is wonderful. Like today for instance, which leads into the next thing that I am grateful for LDC. Latter-day Celebration choir at the institute. I love it. At the beginning of the year Bro. Eggett was talking with the choir and said that some people that were let into the choir, the choir needed. Others, like myself, needed the choir. Everyday is a spiritual experience, there are moments when I can't believe that the spirit filled the room as it just did. This morning the choir woke up at 5, met at the institute at 5:40 to drive down to Salem, UT to sing to some early morning high school students. When we got there we surrounded the kids and we sang our songs, as always the spirit was there, we sounded wonderful and there were just moments where you could tell and KNOW that this gospel is true. Which the the next thing I am thankful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I am grateful for The gospel of Jesus Christ. I have never ever been one with my own testimony, for years I would always bounce around, listen to others and base mine off of what others would say. But recently (since I got into LDC) I have wanted to really find out the answers to these questions. So I have been reading, praying, and trying to listen as closely as I could to the spirit. The change in my heart has been astounding. I can recognize the spirit at the drop of a hat, I get confirmation to questions in class while we are singing. And I now have a testimony of the restored gospel and of Joseph Smith. I KNOW that Joseph Smith saw God the Father and Jesus Christ. I don't know how I know, but I know. And it is the first time in my life that I can type of say that without feeling the regret of, "maybe I don't know..." I'm grateful that the Lord was and is still patient with me in everyday of my life. I'm not perfect and I'm not doing all that I should every hour of everyday, but I'm trying. I am grateful I have the ability and coherence to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I am grateful for my friends namely: Veraunica, Ashleigh, Shelby, Blue, Erin, Liesl, and all others who except me for who I am. Where I can sing loudly in the car and they won't stare at me like i'm crazy...(well maybe the will, but we cool like that) They will quote movies with me, cry with me, give me advice when I don't know where to turn. And love me no matter the decisions I make and help me to be better. I need to let them know how much they mean to me, I don't know if I let them know enough. Thanks guys. I am grateful for my mom and her smile every day, her worries about me, her want to help in anyway she can, and I'm SO grateful for her cooking skills. mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I am grateful for the little small beauties that God gives us. The sun shining through the clouds, the majestic mountain landscape we get to take in everyday, the cool night air and the stars above. I am so grateful for the beauty of the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I am grateful for opportunities to have those quiet moments just to sit and ponder and learn about yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I am grateful for trials, they make us grow. I have seen the good that comes from them even if I don't see it until later down the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I am grateful for so many things that I could go on for hours. But I will stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;It's crazy to think of how much we take for granted, once you start counting your blessings and realizing how much you are grateful for you realize just how fantastic your life really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/Tuwid8_O8dk/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tuwid8_O8dk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What are you grateful for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-2208220622848320106?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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want to be sure about the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to have a second chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be uncontrolled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to make decisions on a whim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to eat without worrying about calories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to cook a 7 course meal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to kiss underneath the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to wish upon the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to lay in a pile of fall colored leaves giggling at life and it's fun features&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to cry the pain away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to breathe in the cold air &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be the person i've always wanted to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to share my testimony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be there for my friends, like they've been there for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be someone people will remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to have lasting relationships &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to make a difference in someone's life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to remember the good days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to learn from the bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to find something i'm passionate about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live each day as if it were my last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2025083440948087074-3833981366702348341?l=briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briannajeanpettit.blogspot.com/feeds/3833981366702348341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2025083440948087074&amp;postID=3833981366702348341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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