<?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-6341111945802906364</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:17:20.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brianne Behrend</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-2815577456269592170</id><published>2011-03-18T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:36:34.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: A Picture I Took</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXJ8GL9NLMI/TYP6QIhr4aI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6M6fSdfmZrs/s1600/Hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXJ8GL9NLMI/TYP6QIhr4aI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6M6fSdfmZrs/s320/Hannah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585583117943169442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Hannah. I love this picture. I look at it often and can't believe how big she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-2815577456269592170?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/2815577456269592170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-picture-i-took.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/2815577456269592170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/2815577456269592170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-picture-i-took.html' title='Day 9: A Picture I Took'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXJ8GL9NLMI/TYP6QIhr4aI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6M6fSdfmZrs/s72-c/Hannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-5987373169283390395</id><published>2011-03-18T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:15:19.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: A Thank You Letter</title><content type='html'>Thank you has never felt strong enough. Every time I say the words, they never do my feelings justice. When I was younger, I had no idea. Even when I hurt and betrayed everything about our relationship, you both still stood up and held your hands out to me. Even when I didn't realize I needed help, your selflessness and love helped me through more than you can ever imagine. I know I wasn't always the best daughter. Maybe that's why I never felt like "thank you" was ever enough. Not only have you always been there, the examples you both show are always strong in my heart. You both stand strong in what you believe. And that has always given me strength to listen to what I believe and fight for it. (even if I may be wrong at times) Your hearts are so big. When ever I think of my parents, I think of two people who anyone could count on to do the best they can to help anyone in need. I think of two people who have a love for those around them. I see two people who have a love for each other that could withstand anything the world gives them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, your patience is something I have always been grateful for. Your wisdom is an inspiration. I know it seemed that I wasn't listening a good majority of the time, but I always knew if I had a question, you would have the answer. I also am grateful for the example you have shown through out your life when it came to people. You have always seen the good in those around you (with the exception of my boyfriends lol) I have tried to become more like you in that way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I know it has never been easy to forgive me. But I thank you for every time you have. It takes a strong person to go through what I have put you through and still be able to say that you love me. You have taught me to forgive. You have also taught me something that I hold very close to my heart. You have taught me that I can overcome anything. That things will get hard and life will beat me down, but I know that I can get up because I have watched you get up. Over and over again you have stood up and continued. I know you don't believe me, but you are one of the strongest people I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned so much from both of you. I truly believe I am a better person because of you. Thank you. Thank you so much. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-5987373169283390395?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/5987373169283390395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-thank-you-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/5987373169283390395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/5987373169283390395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-thank-you-letter.html' title='Day 8: A Thank You Letter'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-5338666575104397953</id><published>2011-03-18T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:02:55.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: 5 things I could not live without</title><content type='html'>1- FAMILY:&lt;br /&gt;          As I have gone through life, I have watched people who don't even have half the love and support that I have from my family. I don't know how I would have made it through my life if I didn't have my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;          For the past 5 years I have known Tyler's love and I can not even think of how life would be without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- MUSIC:&lt;br /&gt;          Not only singing. I love the power of music. There is nothing quite like hearing a song and feeling like it fits your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- WORK:&lt;br /&gt;          I know what you are thinking, "ya right!" Lol. But the last year has taught me a lot about myself. I have always known that it's impossible for me to sit still, but I learned that I like to keep busy. That I like the feeling of making my own money and buying my own things with that money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- NATURE:&lt;br /&gt;           I love the outdoors. I think back to when Tyler and I went to Mesa Falls. We stopped on the way home and pulled over by the river. We hiked up a small hill and at the top there was a view that I could never describe. Nature brings peace to the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-5338666575104397953?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/5338666575104397953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-5-things-i-could-not-live-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/5338666575104397953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/5338666575104397953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-5-things-i-could-not-live-without.html' title='Day 7: 5 things I could not live without'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-55572905671518019</id><published>2011-03-12T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T06:39:27.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: A Moment I Wish I Could Relive</title><content type='html'>This one is difficult. I wish I could go back to the days that I had my own money but NO BILLS! lol. I had no idea how nice it was. Also, it would be nice to go back to the days where I could curl up on the couch with my whole family  in one place. Eating and enjoying each others' company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-55572905671518019?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/55572905671518019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-moment-i-wish-i-could-relive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/55572905671518019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/55572905671518019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-moment-i-wish-i-could-relive.html' title='Day 6: A Moment I Wish I Could Relive'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-6445642026275721068</id><published>2011-03-11T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T07:22:36.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: Favorite Quote</title><content type='html'>"Bad things happen for good reasons" -Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget regret [and fear] or life is yours to miss" -"No Day But Today" from Rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a million of quotes that I love, but these are two that always come to my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-6445642026275721068?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/6445642026275721068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-5-favorite-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/6445642026275721068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/6445642026275721068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-5-favorite-quote.html' title='Day 5: Favorite Quote'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-6546572972332054722</id><published>2011-03-11T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T07:17:34.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Favorite TV Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CbC0DF4Iirw/TXo8_9e1JOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5Ka7uY-uoCc/s1600/Avatar%2BThe%2BLast%2BAirbender%2Barabic%2Bcartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CbC0DF4Iirw/TXo8_9e1JOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5Ka7uY-uoCc/s400/Avatar%2BThe%2BLast%2BAirbender%2Barabic%2Bcartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582841757612451042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is where Mom and Dad are going to raise their eyebrows at me. Avatar: The Last Airbender. Yes, it's a cartoon. But, it's an EPIC cartoon ok? The whole series is awesome! The movie was terrible just so everyone knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-6546572972332054722?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/6546572972332054722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-favorite-tv-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/6546572972332054722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/6546572972332054722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-favorite-tv-show.html' title='Day 4: Favorite TV Show'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CbC0DF4Iirw/TXo8_9e1JOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5Ka7uY-uoCc/s72-c/Avatar%2BThe%2BLast%2BAirbender%2Barabic%2Bcartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-8939761552565503609</id><published>2011-03-09T06:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T06:23:28.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Favortie Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAX41wfkZCY/TXeMy_bsirI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7Ub4FMoFL94/s1600/HarryPotterandtheGobletofFireBook4%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAX41wfkZCY/TXeMy_bsirI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7Ub4FMoFL94/s400/HarryPotterandtheGobletofFireBook4%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582085070797966002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the Harry Potter books, but this one was so good! There are so many riddles and turns. Much better than the movie by far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-8939761552565503609?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/8939761552565503609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3-favortie-book.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/8939761552565503609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/8939761552565503609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3-favortie-book.html' title='Day 3: Favortie Book'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAX41wfkZCY/TXeMy_bsirI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7Ub4FMoFL94/s72-c/HarryPotterandtheGobletofFireBook4%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-5006812792442272796</id><published>2011-03-08T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T07:02:55.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Favorite Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eE--EMdhPaI/TXZE1qVkbeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/64b-JnDhcE0/s1600/Yes%2BMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eE--EMdhPaI/TXZE1qVkbeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/64b-JnDhcE0/s400/Yes%2BMan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581724476860820962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am starting with day 2. I will go back to day 1. This one is very easy for me. I LOVE this movie! It's not only funny but it's almost inspiring how he tries so many different things. I would never go as far as to say yes to everything but I have tried to be open to trying new things in my life ever since I saw this movie. Plus, I think Jim Carrey is the guy version of me and my insane personality. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-5006812792442272796?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/5006812792442272796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2-favorite-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/5006812792442272796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/5006812792442272796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2-favorite-movie.html' title='Day 2: Favorite Movie'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eE--EMdhPaI/TXZE1qVkbeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/64b-JnDhcE0/s72-c/Yes%2BMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-1035001286026104385</id><published>2011-03-05T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T07:47:07.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Ma, I posted something!</title><content type='html'>lol. I only have about 7 minutes before I need to get ready for work but I figured I would post a little something even if it isn't part of the 30 day challenge (which seriously I will start soon, promise) Monday, Tyler and I went out for our very late Valentine's Day. Poor guy sat through 3 and a half HOURS of getting my hair done. (I will post pics as soon as I get a good one haha) Then we went to sizzler for lunch. Then shopping. Tyler is a trooper. :) We went and played with the dogs for a bit and decided chillis would be great for dinner. After dinner we went back to Ty's house and relaxed with a movie and some video game playing. It was so nice to spend the day with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I was the third wheel for a blind date I set up for Tyler (brother lol) It was so much fun! we met at Chillis (I love that place) at about 5:30 and didn't leave until almost 9! It went really well. hopefully we will see a post on Tyler's blog about a second date soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the HCG drops on Tuesday. I enjoyed my two loading days. it was so nice to pig out. lol. Then on Thursday I started the 500 calories a day. I don't feel hungry at all but food looks SO GOOD!!!! But, in those first two 500 calorie days I lost 5 LBS! so excited. so wish me luck, I am hoping to lose another five by next Wednesday at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love you guys! And I will start the 30 day challenge before nest week ends (promise)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-1035001286026104385?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/1035001286026104385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-ma-i-posted-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/1035001286026104385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/1035001286026104385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-ma-i-posted-something.html' title='Look Ma, I posted something!'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-2181715528054640208</id><published>2010-09-10T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:29:34.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying new things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIp6U2xfmII/AAAAAAAAAEg/1G8rHnilhvI/s1600/guns+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIp6U2xfmII/AAAAAAAAAEg/1G8rHnilhvI/s200/guns+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515355192387672194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIp5_fYkzGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KN2oB7CqfKg/s1600/guns+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIp5_fYkzGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KN2oB7CqfKg/s200/guns+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515354825331887202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIp5e0lHcaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nVyz4C0tEPg/s1600/guns+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIp5e0lHcaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nVyz4C0tEPg/s320/guns+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515354264085950882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I have known Tyler, he has had a very awful color of blue painted on the walls of his room. It was enough to give anyone in their right mind a headache. So, we randomly decided to paint. I have never really painted a room without the council and direction of my mother so I was a little nervous I was going to paint everything poorly. But, as we moved most of his furniture out, the natural excitement overwhelmed my nerves. Turns out I am a much better painter than Tyler. lol. It did take us much longer than we had anticipated and I learned that I can become very bossy and controlling in such situations, but we achieved wonderful results! not only did we end up painting the room, but now Tyler has a new entertainment center and decor! Not to mention a MUCH needed new bed comforter, as his old (but "awesome" as he put it) comforter was falling apart and had been for the past 5 years. I had so much fun and feel so accomplished every time I go into his room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIqDYLdIz8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/kIgmw4S2Z6c/s1600/guns+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIqDYLdIz8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/kIgmw4S2Z6c/s200/guns+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515365145083695042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;                               A couple weeks later, Tyler's dad, Pat, invited us to go up to the hills and shoot some of his guns. I was really excited. I had shot guns before and thought i was going to impress Tyler with my skills. :) Well, I had not expected size and power of the guns that Pat had brought. We started out with the single shot Pat has had since he was 12 years old, and that was simple. I hit the target (not anywhere good but I hit it!) Then, Pat pulled out a handgun. I didn't hit anything with that one. lol. But I did receive a nice ringing in my ears. I thought I would be tough and let the boys wear the only ear plugs. Once Pat pulled out the shotgun and I shot off a couple shells, I decided to take turns wearing plugs when shooting. Shooting that shotgun was such a rush. But we still had two more guns to shoot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIqEVSSjP5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/HcKqz9g2p5U/s1600/guns+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIqEVSSjP5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/HcKqz9g2p5U/s200/guns+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515366194890358674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                The next one looked a lot like an M16 but shot bigger bullets. The kick back on that one took me by surprise. lol. Then, Pat went to the back of his pick up and pulled out a very large gun case. When he opened it I found there was a very intimidating rifle inside. He also pulled out a little square piece of steel that we were to shoot at from way too far away. I decided to be a girl and shoot it from a little closer than the boys but I am very proud to say that I hit that piece of steel from about 50 feet away. :) Tyler and Pat hit it from way up on a hill. I was very impressed. Tyler's brother, Jacob, shot from where I shot and finally hit it as well. I can not wait to go out and try again. And I will be sure to actually wear shoes other than my flip flops. lol.                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIqFGCInsUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y0s0Bb1JZrM/s1600/guns+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIqFGCInsUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y0s0Bb1JZrM/s200/guns+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515367032367329602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIqFaFBVWxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/za9kLe3uVCw/s1600/guns+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIqFaFBVWxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/za9kLe3uVCw/s200/guns+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515367376739457810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIqGaD177AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MsCJjYY0KvY/s1600/guns+063.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/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIqGaD177AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MsCJjYY0KvY/s400/guns+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368475934845954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIqG34bTYTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/U1LogILttWw/s1600/guns+064.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/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIqG34bTYTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/U1LogILttWw/s400/guns+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368988266422578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-2181715528054640208?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/2181715528054640208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2010/09/trying-new-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/2181715528054640208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/2181715528054640208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2010/09/trying-new-things.html' title='Trying new things'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/TIp6U2xfmII/AAAAAAAAAEg/1G8rHnilhvI/s72-c/guns+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-3468741309079426752</id><published>2010-08-29T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:31:57.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>So much has happened since my last post! Funny how life keeps going even tho your blog doesn't. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. First of all, I lost my job with Jensen Jewelers. It was a new challenge I haven't yet had to deal with in my life. It took a little bit to find a new job and by the time I did, I had fallen into a stressful mess. I started back at chili's as a host at close to no hours and little pay. But it was a job and I was grateful. Then, after a month-long hiring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;proses&lt;/span&gt;, I started at the hospital in the nutrition services department. I did both jobs for a while and recently moved to just working full time at the hospital. It has been very interesting learning everything. I meet a lot of different people. What a blessing this job has been! it will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; be a huge learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time for the fourth of July, I decided to drive my car down to Blackfoot for the Miles family party. Well, I made it to Shelley when my car died. Turns out I blew the engine. Luckily, there was a family nice enough to stop and help me while i waited for my Dad to come up and get my car home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Conveniently&lt;/span&gt;, the gentleman was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mechanic&lt;/span&gt;. He opened my hood and tried to tell me some good news. As he looked I could see his expression slowly get more and more grim. after we let the motor cool down a bit he put some water in my engine to see if we could get it running long enough to drive it the block to my parents house. As he dumped water into the engine, oil spewed out the middle of the motor like old faithful. I was pretty sure that was NOT suppose to happen, so my spirits were beat down a little more. I am so lucky my parents are the best EVER; they let me drive their car until i got back on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my 23rd birthday in the middle of my near mental breakdown. Tyler took me to his grandma's cabin at bear lake. It was so relaxing! (minus the smell of his car from the skunk we hit on our way down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.) The cabin was HUGE! We stayed in the biggest room with the biggest most comfortable bed I have ever known. The view of the stunning blue lake was breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/THrxJbw0SFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BfgrHWESh3s/s1600/birthday+005.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/_BXM2tTjcg9k/THrxJbw0SFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BfgrHWESh3s/s320/birthday+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510982238414850130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/THryHjKqegI/AAAAAAAAADA/UFQfpfjpPy4/s1600/birthday+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/THryHjKqegI/AAAAAAAAADA/UFQfpfjpPy4/s320/birthday+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510983305554196994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler made sure to spoil me rotten. =) He cooked a fantastic dinner and watched all the chick flicks I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/THrzxzcUqcI/AAAAAAAAADI/O1LtsTS5d8k/s1600/birthday+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/THrzxzcUqcI/AAAAAAAAADI/O1LtsTS5d8k/s320/birthday+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510985130989365698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we stopped at Soda Springs. It was fun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; due to the fact we had arrived at the same time a tour bus full of older couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/THr1m0NNgZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xvcJ3iOZPfc/s1600/birthday+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/THr1m0NNgZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xvcJ3iOZPfc/s320/birthday+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510987141239112082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we hit the road again we followed ALL those older folks to the bathroom. There were two stalls in the women's bathroom. So while standing in line forever I got to talk to the women around me. One woman made it a point to tell me how good looking my "husband" was. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. He reminded her of her husband when he was young. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have been working my butt off at the hospital and slowly but surely making it through. I would not be able to make it if i didn't have such a wonderful family and amazing boyfriend. I am learning so much about myself and couldn't be happier. ( I could be richer, but I suppose that will just have to wait. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-3468741309079426752?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/3468741309079426752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/3468741309079426752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/3468741309079426752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/THrxJbw0SFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BfgrHWESh3s/s72-c/birthday+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-1391465187347698881</id><published>2010-04-13T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T18:09:00.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up.</title><content type='html'>I'm terrible at keeping this updated. So, here is a small review of everything i should have been blogging about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/S8UmGBB7BnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/w2DTKtSLWbk/s1600/az+trip+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/S8UmGBB7BnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/w2DTKtSLWbk/s200/az+trip+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459812008054163058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOV 2009-&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and I celebrated our 4 year anniversary! I can hardly believe that it has been that long. He really is the most amazing boyfriend. I am so lucky to have him in my life. We are doing absolutely fantastic! I couldn't be more in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/S8UqDjAbiXI/AAAAAAAAACA/h5yIz-Mlb1k/s1600/az+trip+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/S8UqDjAbiXI/AAAAAAAAACA/h5yIz-Mlb1k/s200/az+trip+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459816363681614194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JAN 2010-&lt;br /&gt;Shanny got married!!!! Crazy I know. I am still getting use to it. So she moved away to AZ and now I have to look on Facebook  to find anything out about her life. lol. She was a beautiful bride of course. I was the maid of honor. I had the hardest time not bawling my eyes out as Dad walked her down the isle. But things got better when the food was served and the music started playing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/S8UqlcCH1mI/AAAAAAAAACI/QAnMCrqnkzo/s1600/az+trip+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/S8UqlcCH1mI/AAAAAAAAACI/QAnMCrqnkzo/s200/az+trip+109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459816945925215842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weekend after the wedding, my family, Tyler, and I went to AZ for the reception. I haven't been back down in years. It not only was AMAZING to see Mary, my best friend in the whole world, it was the perfect chance for Tyler to really bond with my family. Which, I am happy to say, went really well. We also got to see Mike, Jess, and little miss Hannah. Oh how I love them!  Hannah has gotten so big and I have miss a lot of her life. So, it was very nice to spend some time with her. Plus, I finally got to see Mike and Jess's new home. SO CUTE! Good job Jessie. One of the evenings we spent over at their house, Hannah decided that her and Grandpa Steve (Jess's dad) we going to play with her highly advanced Nerf guns. I don't remember having all the cool toys these kids have these days. lol. It was an epic battle. Not quite sure who one but I bet if you ask, Hannah will say it was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 14 hour drive home was surprisingly wonderful. Tyler and I took the Escape back for my folks and having that entire time to just talk and enjoy each other with no distractions was so nice. It is so awesome to have someone i can talk to non-stop and still not run out of things to talk about. Tyler is not use to my family's schedule, so he was extreamly tired. He is use to sleeping in. Haha. My Dad doesn't know how to sleep in. So as you can imagine, we were kinda goofy in the car the whole way home. It was one funnest times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY-&lt;br /&gt;   I am still working at Jensen Jewelers and I am still loving it. Although... my taste in jewelry has gotten a little bit expensive. lol. I am also still living in Idaho Falls in a duplex with my friends. But, as much as I love my friends... I can not wait until it is just me and Tyler in our own place. Hopefully it happens sooner than later. All I know is, it's a good thing he is the responsible one. otherwise (if he listened to my advice on life) we would be living together in a beautiful cardboard box on the side of the road over looking the dump. =)  That's all for now. I promise Mom I will do better at keeping this updated. Love ya guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-1391465187347698881?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/1391465187347698881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2010/04/catch-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/1391465187347698881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/1391465187347698881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2010/04/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up.'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/S8UmGBB7BnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/w2DTKtSLWbk/s72-c/az+trip+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-1338353962306532048</id><published>2009-08-11T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:02:37.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Puka Nut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SoIwskE6rQI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZTHOeIhPu3c/s1600-h/l_ee0180c4af30062b3b3ce9a778c97084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368907247935728898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SoIwskE6rQI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZTHOeIhPu3c/s320/l_ee0180c4af30062b3b3ce9a778c97084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember that little girl with the biggest brown eyes and sweetest smile. Then the goofy girl with a big hole in her mouth where a tooth used to be. You use to live in your swim suit. It use to take us hours to clean our bedroom, mostly because we would quickly get distracted by talking. Back in the day when our biggest worry was making it look like we had been cleaning when Mom came in to check on us. Now I look into those same big brown eyes and see a woman. And I wonder where those days went. It seems like yesterday we were laying in the dark, me looking at the ceiling and you at the bottom of my bed, talking about life's "problems." Mostly mine. And even then you would tell me it would be ok. I never saw that it was you that helped me through most of life. I wish I had realized back then how special you are. It still amazes me how much you have grown in just those few short years. I have never met a more kind and selfless person in my whole life. A good majority of our lives you would just listen. Even when I was in the wrong, which was most of the time, you still opened your heart to me. I could never even try to express how blessed I am to have you as a sister. After everything I have put you through you are still right there with open arms and a big smile. I am so proud of the woman you have become, and the woman you have yet to become. You are going to make a wonderful wife and and even better mother. (Even if it might take a little bit of getting use to on my part). I love you Shanny and I always will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breezy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-1338353962306532048?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/1338353962306532048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-puka-nut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/1338353962306532048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/1338353962306532048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-puka-nut.html' title='For Puka Nut'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SoIwskE6rQI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZTHOeIhPu3c/s72-c/l_ee0180c4af30062b3b3ce9a778c97084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-552334621445251437</id><published>2009-07-30T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T07:02:32.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint</title><content type='html'>I was going through pictures on my computer looking for something, anything to make my life look interesting and i came across these pictures of my last paintballing trip with Tyler and our friend Miguel. I have only played a few times but I decided that I love it. This time, however, was the first time I had ever played with only three people. And the boys thought it would be a good idea to play free-for-all. I thought I was going to get creamed. I was correct to think so, but I do have to say I put up a very good fight. Haha. My most painful hit was the one right behind my ear. You cant see it very well in the photos but I was bleeding. It turned my hair a pretty shade of blue though. Lol. It was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJg-UkikKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dPaAVJP9Tmk/s1600-h/paint+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364456729941807266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJg-UkikKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dPaAVJP9Tmk/s320/paint+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJh6g10ESI/AAAAAAAAABY/fWqABkaPj_o/s1600-h/paint+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364457764027633954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJh6g10ESI/AAAAAAAAABY/fWqABkaPj_o/s320/paint+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-552334621445251437?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/552334621445251437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/552334621445251437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2009/07/paint.html' title='Paint'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJg-UkikKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dPaAVJP9Tmk/s72-c/paint+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341111945802906364.post-2610469324722213208</id><published>2009-07-24T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:21:14.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new?</title><content type='html'>So Shanny told me I should set one of these up and so I decided that it couldn't hurt.  Where do I begin? I just barely turned 22 July 13th. It is kind of weird to be honest.  I have been working at Jensen Jewelers for a little over a year now, and I am loving every second of it. I have gone through a ton of training and now I am a certified professional jeweler. It even says it on my card. Hehe. I moved into a huge duplex with my two good friends Casey and Patrick about 6 months ago and it has been treating us pretty good.  My two cats most definately love the space. My boyfriend, Tyler, and I have been together for 3 and a half years now. I couldnt imagine things being any better than what they are. He is going to school and working at chilis to pay for it. No wedding plans just yet. Yes there is talk but dont get too excited just yet. We would like to get a couple things like school and debt out of the way before we get there. So that is about it. I know it isnt much but i will continue to keep you all updated. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341111945802906364-2610469324722213208?l=bribehr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/feeds/2610469324722213208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-new.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/2610469324722213208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6341111945802906364/posts/default/2610469324722213208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bribehr.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Brianne Behrend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342243868807951405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXM2tTjcg9k/SnJZjKtL_KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DjyF6rwNhC0/S220/smiling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
