<?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-5371764758742656606</id><updated>2012-01-28T06:33:21.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am</title><subtitle type='html'>A hoper, a dreamer, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a believer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2865111453547754504</id><published>2012-01-26T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:06:01.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t3FXL96vuTE/TyGV2moMRKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8sUVIzItciI/s1600/3018680-2-a-dreamer-is-one-who-can-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t3FXL96vuTE/TyGV2moMRKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8sUVIzItciI/s400/3018680-2-a-dreamer-is-one-who-can-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702003368542356642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got dreams. They're pretty big and require a lot of school. They will lead to making a big difference in a lot of people's lives. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also got dreams of being a mom. Those make me happy to think about. And they'll happen someday. And they will make all the difference in those little people's lives. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got potential. I like to think I have a lot of potential. For a lot of different things. But how to spend the time? When to chase to which dreams? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a crossroads. School? Family? Work? All three? Only two? So many questions and only One who knows the answers. Only One knows me, knows my potential, knows my biggest and most sensitive dreams and doesn't scoff. I'll ask Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing in your life right now? Feeling the same as me? Got it all figured out? I would love to know, my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-2865111453547754504?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2865111453547754504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2865111453547754504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2865111453547754504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2865111453547754504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2012/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t3FXL96vuTE/TyGV2moMRKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8sUVIzItciI/s72-c/3018680-2-a-dreamer-is-one-who-can-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-3080974440399053784</id><published>2011-11-14T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:21:17.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for Me</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I read a post on a blog that really got me thinking. It was about a haircut and it was about feeling like yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been feeling like the "me" I think I am is way down deep in there somewhere and my body is being inhabited by someone not so much like "me". Do you ever feel like that? That you just want to do something crazy just to feel like yourself again. Miggy went into the bathroom late one night and chopped off her hair. Since I am in a pact with myself to avoid cutting my hair at all costs, that's not an option. But, I am trying to think of something else I can do. Something that will make me feel like myself again. Some spontaneous act that will jolt me back to "me". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I have thought of some ideas. These include dropping everything and running away to Disneyland for a few days, laying in bed and not going to school or work for a whole week, and plastic surgery! (just kidding on that last one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none of these will do. From experience I know that ducking out of real life for a while only makes me more anxious and stressed and that's not "me". So, any ideas for some constructive soul-searching? Something that won't set me back but rather throw me forward? Thoughts would be much appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-3080974440399053784?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/3080974440399053784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=3080974440399053784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3080974440399053784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3080974440399053784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/11/few-weeks-ago-i-read-post-on-blog-that.html' title='Searching for Me'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2705105266533208507</id><published>2011-09-10T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T14:05:38.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you seen Les Miserables? Better yet, have you heard the beauty that is the music of Les Miz? Yesterday I was at work, filing, and so I put in my headphones and went to town. I turned on the Original (British) recording of Les Miz and just listened as it went through the story. "I Dreamed a Dream" sung by Fantine  is one of my favorites. One line states "But there are dreams that cannot be, and there are storms we cannot weather."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How terribly sad. And how completely untrue. Every storm is conquerable, every dream feasible. I found a website recently called &lt;a href="http://www.agoodgrief.com/"&gt;A Good Grief &lt;/a&gt;and I have been touched by the stories of those who have shared their losses and the cause for which the blog is maintained. So much heartache, so many tears and so many moments of perceived hopelessness. I too have experienced these things and I am here to tell you, there is no storm we cannot weather. With faith in our Lord Jesus Christ and His everlasting Gospel to guide us and lift us, we can make it through the storms of life. With people all around us who have lost and healed, we have examples of strength and hope that all will be made up, all will be right again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like the wonderful people who have written on A Good Grief, we have all lost something. A loved one, a job, a dream- but it will be ok. One day, one moment at a time, we will get better. I have seen so many examples of this, and it is true. There is nothing we cannot handle. &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/5371764758742656606-2705105266533208507?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2705105266533208507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2705105266533208507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2705105266533208507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2705105266533208507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/09/stormy.html' title='Stormy'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2394152412911900135</id><published>2011-09-05T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:24:33.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random picture post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was looking through pictures on my desktop and found a bunch of funny old ones :) Without further ado..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttSes89dvHU/TmWfkU0hWmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jfa6Qni1_LY/s1600/DSC00470.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttSes89dvHU/TmWfkU0hWmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jfa6Qni1_LY/s400/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649096754019261026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fossil Creek hike-Brig and his horny toad. Awww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5JzRepJUew/TmWfj-JIAnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0MR8-G7ZyfQ/s1600/DSC00538.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5JzRepJUew/TmWfj-JIAnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0MR8-G7ZyfQ/s400/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649096747931665010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My methods of keeping cool vary... on the strange side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8KJzUH6dqw/TmWfjh7WoRI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mqyB1zmM3DY/s1600/DSC00451.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8KJzUH6dqw/TmWfjh7WoRI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mqyB1zmM3DY/s400/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649096740357710098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brig took this random picture of a snail! hahaha silly boy. Can you just see him laying on the driveway to capture this shot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PksPbHuoks4/TmWfjJSu1dI/AAAAAAAAAVg/aeKXvfr9lG8/s1600/DSC00300.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PksPbHuoks4/TmWfjJSu1dI/AAAAAAAAAVg/aeKXvfr9lG8/s400/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649096733744879058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old! We were engaged and we were "commissioned" to paint the eaves on my parents' house. Not surprisingly it turned into  a paint war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVGeNpGfXcs/TmWfinOdeUI/AAAAAAAAAVY/h3Fp-2o1Qeo/s1600/DSC00431.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVGeNpGfXcs/TmWfinOdeUI/AAAAAAAAAVY/h3Fp-2o1Qeo/s400/DSC00431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649096724600158530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We made this happy little watermelon a long time ago and gave to some friends in the ward. It's on my list to do again, it was so fun and cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there you have it, random picture post :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-2394152412911900135?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2394152412911900135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2394152412911900135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2394152412911900135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2394152412911900135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-picture-post.html' title='Random picture post'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttSes89dvHU/TmWfkU0hWmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jfa6Qni1_LY/s72-c/DSC00470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-6184042866815561998</id><published>2011-08-24T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:12:27.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ah, another semester, another week of feeling like I'm a freshman all over again. Spending much too much on textbooks that I will never read. 5 classes of meticulously going through syllabi, even though they are ALL THE SAME!! I know you won't accept late assignments and that no excuse other than "I almost died" will excuse me from class. That is, with medical documentation :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here I am- in my 7th semester of college at ASU and I am feeling a little ambiguous about the whole thing. I am almost done (May) but for some reason, I feel just as far away as my first day at ASU. I love my major, but I don't like all the busy work, the assignments that are just filler for lack of better things to assign. I feel like, at this point in my college career, I should be spending my time on things that pertain directly to my major and that will be useful to me when I graduate. I guess that the problem of the Bachelor's Degree-it is not yet specific enough to really get me into all the work when half of it is unrelatable to my interests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That might be the most boring paragraph I ever typed. I apologize. But why are you reading my blog if not to hear me vent right????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't answer that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly though, I am beyond grateful to be in school. And truth be told, I feel some pride in my education. Going to the high school I went to, it seemed like every single one of us was on the path to college after graduation. All my closest friends are in college now and most of the people I knew were going as well. But, I realize that not too many people, especially Mormon-married-girls, go to and actually finish college. And for that, I am very proud. I am on the path and I'm not stopping til I finish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASU has fulfilled its most important goal- at least according to me. It has taught me to love learning. I find great joy in learning and hope to continue for the rest of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it has also taught me that it is INDEED possible to use the F-word 10 times in a 20-word sentence. Unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to all you collegers out there I say-"Press on!" And may the force be with you. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-6184042866815561998?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/6184042866815561998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=6184042866815561998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6184042866815561998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6184042866815561998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/08/schools-in.html' title='School&apos;s in!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-844878869588160606</id><published>2011-08-14T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:49:06.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Havasupai 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClqZ38AGnrU/TkiWluSg03I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9G142GVH2Io/s1600/DSC00888.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClqZ38AGnrU/TkiWluSg03I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9G142GVH2Io/s400/DSC00888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640924108106552178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scott-and-jen.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-havasupi-back.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P96QHIgJU8c/TkiWlJ8uWrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ftvhicj-EpA/s1600/DSC00874.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P96QHIgJU8c/TkiWlJ8uWrI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ftvhicj-EpA/s400/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640924098351487666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A good hubby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73N76_B2TkA/TkiWk5GmlgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bbwavK85Hmk/s1600/DSC00857.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73N76_B2TkA/TkiWk5GmlgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bbwavK85Hmk/s400/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640924093829518850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKr6aoonyU0/TkiWkVdsqmI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9PAGW2qhWNc/s1600/DSC00781.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OKr6aoonyU0/TkiWkVdsqmI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9PAGW2qhWNc/s400/DSC00781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640924084262709858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-844878869588160606?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/844878869588160606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=844878869588160606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/844878869588160606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/844878869588160606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/08/havasupai-2011.html' title='Havasupai 2011'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ClqZ38AGnrU/TkiWluSg03I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9G142GVH2Io/s72-c/DSC00888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-8026094274659694196</id><published>2011-08-07T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T13:45:51.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>I'm not much of a picture-sharer. Not sure if it's a privacy thing or the fact that most pictures of me are not ones I am willing to share :) But I do like having a forum where I can post some of my thoughts. I don't expect anyone to really care what I think but if you do, thanks for being here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, blogging has turned out to be less a report of my daily life and more a place where I can think out loud, share some thoughts/ideas, and ask wise people their opinions. I like the feeling of support I get when kind people comment and share their thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I wanted to share something that struck me in church. For many years now, I have heard people tell of their trials. Everyone has them, they say. And for some, one source of comfort has been the knowledge that, before we came to Earth, we chose our trials, or at least we knew what we were getting into. But that was as far as it went. And I couldn't help but wonder, "So what?" I chose my trials. That doesn't help me, it just means I had no idea what I was getting into because, were I given the chance to do it all over again, I'm not so sure I would "pick" these same trials. The fact that I know that I chose my hardships before I came here just proves my life-long theory: I'm not the brightest bulb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT! Today, as I listened to the thoughts of others at church, something finally clicked with this whole idea. I finally understood why it's important to know that I chose this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This body of mine is inhabited with that same spirit that chose these trials such a long time ago. And the spirit in me now has the same strength, hope, and grit that it had when it chose. And that strength, though it may be hiding deep in me somewhere, can be recovered. And I can do these hard things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-8026094274659694196?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/8026094274659694196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=8026094274659694196' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8026094274659694196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8026094274659694196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/08/thoughts-on-sunday-afternoon.html' title='Thoughts on a Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2107679068390987470</id><published>2011-06-19T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T15:11:11.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Mother's day this year, I woke up to the smell of waffles and syrup. Brig had gotten up early and made me breakfast! When I came out to the kitchen, there were pieces of paper with candy bars taped to them in lieu of words like Star (starburst) and Kit Kat (I don't remember how he tied that one in :) It was sweet and made my day so wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now it's father's day and I have done none of those things for the future father of my children. This holiday snuck up on me and before I knew it, it was Saturday night and the thought of something for Brig for father's day had not even crossed my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the story of our marriage. He is thoughtful, ever-present, and prepared. I am frazzled, behind, and scatter-brained. He makes me feel like a princess. I'm sure I make him feel like a frog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I want him and everyone to know just how much he means to me. He collects my scattered, frazzled self into a coherent mass of love for him. He is my world, and it is the best world I can think of living in. He makes my asthma flare up because he makes me laugh so hard. He kisses my cheeks until I fall asleep. He gives me huge handicaps when we play raquetball and is so proud of me when I reach 5 before he reaches 15. He loves me more than life, and I him. We make a winning team. We may not be the most stylish or the most level-headed team in the world (thanks to me) but we are a winning team. I win because of him. I cannot do it without him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -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="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -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="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unExfUm99ro/Tf5zuhd81bI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5tSjBxz-G1w/s400/DSC02097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620056628100126130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brig, I love you baby! I mean that with all my heart. Your face always has and always will make me smile. You are mine. And I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-2107679068390987470?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2107679068390987470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2107679068390987470' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2107679068390987470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2107679068390987470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day-2011.html' title='Father&apos;s day 2011'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unExfUm99ro/Tf5zuhd81bI/AAAAAAAAAUw/5tSjBxz-G1w/s72-c/DSC02097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-8968978577396726328</id><published>2011-06-15T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:43:03.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh don't worry, no pressure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your kids will just be totally messed up if you don't do a million different things while they are in utero and infants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guys, I'm seriously stressing out about this. I am taking a Stress Management for Wellness class and it's killing me! For example, today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prof. Larry: The biggest thing that impacts the explanatory style of your child (whether your kid has a good attitude about life or a bad attitude which will most likely lead to depression and other psychological problems) is.... you guessed it, the explanatory style of the mother!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Ahhh!!!! I better shape up my little attitude..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a few weeks ago:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prof. Larry: if you are under chronic stress while pregnant, it could lead to that child having metabolic, psychological, and emotional problems for the rest of their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I need to chill out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disclaimer: I am not pregnant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But someday I hope to be and I am learning what a gigantic role the mother plays in the development and health of her child. I could totally mess up my kid's life! I just get overwhelmed thinking about all the things I need to pay attention to after I decide to become a mother and start growing a wee baby inside 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 always knew diet and hydration were important but all this emotional stuff is going to be a challenge. I want to be the healthiest I have ever been physically, emotionally, and spiritually before I attempt to raise a child.&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;This is not to say that children with emotional or physical disabilities are not just as sweet and precious as healthy babies. They are (I know from personal family experience) but I don't want to live knowing that something selfish I did caused pain to my child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Children are so special. More than anything in the world, I want to be a mom to beautiful babies! But it is going to take a lot of unselfishness and discipline on my part. I wish more women out there knew the enormous impact that their health, attitude, teachings, and professions of love have on their children. It is a special calling and I am so excited!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-8968978577396726328?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/8968978577396726328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=8968978577396726328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8968978577396726328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8968978577396726328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-dont-worry-no-pressure.html' title='Oh don&apos;t worry, no pressure...'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-8151661899248464675</id><published>2011-06-05T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T13:03:38.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched Nie Nie's Glenn Beck interview a couple days ago. It inspired me to be better and have more faith and also to use the experiences I have had to help others. I don't know if anything I have felt or dealt with could be of any help to anyone, but I want to try. I want people to know that hope is so important in our lives.&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 don't know me or my past, here's my story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The year I was born was the same year my oldest brother, Ethan, was diagnosed with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. He had been falling a lot and was slower than the other kids his age, even kids much younger than he was. As he grew, my sister and brother and I watched his disease progress from bad to worse until finally he was in a wheelchair full time at age 12 or 13. Soon after his legs could no longer walk, his arms could no longer be lifted and his back could no longer pull him out of a bent position. He got weaker and weaker. It was difficult to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was 15 and a sophomore in high school, my second brother, Ben, went on a 2-year LDS mission for our church. He was called to serve in Argentina and he loved it there. On December 2, 2005, my dad picked my sister and me up early from school with tears running down his cheeks. My first thoughts turned to my sick eldest brother and my stomach sank. But then my dad said "we lost Ben." I couldn't believe it was Ben. Ben was the only healthy brother (by this time I had two younger brothers, both of whom were diagnosed with the same ugly disease as our oldest brother), how could he be the one taken away so soon? I had prepared at least a little bit for Ethan to go, but not Ben. His death threw me into a spiral of confusion and hurt and distrust. His funeral was hard, so hard. Ethan took it so hard. Ben had been a Marine and missionary, everything Ethan had always dreamed of being, and now this beloved brother was gone from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life went on and my three remaining brothers continued to deteriorate. Finally, on January 17th 2009, my dad walked into my work, again with tears in his eyes, and he told me softly that Ethan was gone. I was comforted in the first few moments knowing he was better off where he now was, but then the horror and the hurt choked me. I wrenched and sobbed as another brother left me here alone. I left work and went to his empty, skinny body, lying on his bed. That image is in my mind so often. I miss him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade and Colby, the youngest two and twins, are now completing steps that I watched Ethan go through. They drive wheelchairs instead of run, they play stationary games instead of baseball and I can't help but cry often for them. I have seen the rest of their lives, and it is a sad life. They know how their story ends, and so do I. It ends with loss of all function until death is welcome and anticipated. It comes, always too soon but never soon enough and, at last, they are gone from me, just like their brothers. I will miss their sweet little bodies, their laughter and their faces. Their sweet spirits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever this pain and hurt seems too much to bear and I want this ride to be over, I remember my Savior. Sometimes the hurt goes on for hours, even days at a time but always, every time, the Savior brings me out by the hand into His light. My life is good, my life is wonderful, even with all the pain I feel. I know there is hope for me. And I know there is hope for every one of you. Everyone hurts sometimes, but the Savior is there every time to lead you by the hand and save you from your own grief. He offers relief to the daily pain of life, for me and for all people. I will see my Ben and my Ethan, my Cade and my Colby again. I will get them forever. I know this is hope. And it is the Savior who offers it. Take it, and He will heal you.&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/5371764758742656606-8151661899248464675?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/8151661899248464675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=8151661899248464675' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8151661899248464675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8151661899248464675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/06/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-3010937220432496060</id><published>2011-05-30T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T14:44:43.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ranch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A prequel: My SIL &lt;a href="http://scott-and-jen.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gave me Ombre hair! See the highlights at the bottom of my hair? Not great pics but it's fun and easy and you don't have to worry about roots!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOCrIznPDOM/TeQOpA21sHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/GzUkSdY8z0k/s1600/DSC02504.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOCrIznPDOM/TeQOpA21sHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/GzUkSdY8z0k/s400/DSC02504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612627133377917042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bW0Enkuh1x8/TeQOo8uZbmI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fAJQBEpguVk/s1600/DSC02502.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bW0Enkuh1x8/TeQOo8uZbmI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fAJQBEpguVk/s400/DSC02502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612627132268768866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on, Brig's family has a sweet ranch up in Vernon, by Show Low. It's legit guys, like they brand and round up and castrate and all sorts of fun things! I am still learning the ways of the ranch, but I love to go and be in nature. It is split into two spaces, the Lower ranch and the Upper ranch. The lower ranch is where the pastures are and where all the ranch work happens. The Upper ranch is on the mountain and is full of pines and meadows and is so beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Gq86Mttkoc/TeQOSEI0uUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jECtHoVaU0o/s1600/DSC02537.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Gq86Mttkoc/TeQOSEI0uUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/jECtHoVaU0o/s400/DSC02537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612626739121666370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my baby (the big one) and nephew Mack! Brig was chewing on a piece of straw and Mack decided he wanted to as well :) Such cuteness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apxXJaqQgiw/TeQOR-IXI_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/XyHs-fhmFC8/s1600/DSC02546.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apxXJaqQgiw/TeQOR-IXI_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/XyHs-fhmFC8/s400/DSC02546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612626737509114866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha! This face :) He got filthy! And had an awesome dirt line from his hat. A real rancher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3s0O8yCoAXQ/TeQORiMMMnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/tuUplu9NHmY/s1600/DSC02549.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3s0O8yCoAXQ/TeQORiMMMnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/tuUplu9NHmY/s400/DSC02549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612626730008982130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the dirty man trying to kiss me or wipe his dirt on me. This was just before shower time and those showers might be the grossest things ever but I have never felt so clean in my whole life! The irony...&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/5371764758742656606-3010937220432496060?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/3010937220432496060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=3010937220432496060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3010937220432496060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3010937220432496060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/05/ranch.html' title='The Ranch!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOCrIznPDOM/TeQOpA21sHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/GzUkSdY8z0k/s72-c/DSC02504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2720342382533955471</id><published>2011-05-21T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T13:28:12.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things that are making me happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This!! is what I am blogging on and it is sitting in my family room! I love it. I just sit and look at it and want to play with it. Mine mine mine! Before you think I am a spoiled little stinker :) I will tell you that I have been saving my money like a crazy woman to buy this guy. Mine and Brig's new best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://m.tsharkey.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/apple-imac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nail Polish! I am a diagnosed chronic nail biter guys. But for the past two weeks I have been defying the odds and letting them grow! I paint those suckers so I don't bite them because who wants to bite such cuteness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTbhGRCuS3fmuty7JCV3m9a9yZ7I0g3zUmgZL5aLWArQxsCVVUqiw" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The temple! My friend Hannah is getting married in a couple weeks and we went with her as she went through the temple. What a wonderful thing that they can be together forever! And they have fake wedding pictures tonight! Those are the best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making memories with my family. Hiking the Grand Canyon with my papa and sister was so much fun and we all just got to talk and laugh together. What a wonderful family I have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My awesome life! Seriously guys, I am feeling great about life today. Maybe it's the warm weather? I am a happy girl. Despite some downs, life is full of beautiful ups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One time, I was talking to my dad about a co-worker of his who had lost his son. This man said to my dad-" happiness used to be my ocean and sadness were the little specks of land every here and there. Now, grief is my ocean, and happiness only comes once in a while."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't that terribly sad? I would never wish anyone to have oceans of sadness in their life. How blessed I am to know that everything-all my hurt and yours- will be made right in the end. I love the Gospel of Jesus Christ. He gives me oceans of happiness while allowing me to learn from the islands of grief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, 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/5371764758742656606-2720342382533955471?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2720342382533955471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2720342382533955471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2720342382533955471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2720342382533955471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-that-are-making-me-happy.html' title='things that are making me happy!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2749408440180810655</id><published>2011-05-19T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:22:56.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The GRANDest of Canyons!</title><content type='html'>It is 11:30 at night and I can't sleep. My tummy is dying a slow death as I write this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, my dad, my sister, and I drove up to Flagstaff. We woke up at 5 in the morning and drove the rest of the way to the South Rim of the Canyon and started hiking at 7:30! It is mid-May, but it was below freezing at the top of the rim and I thought I would die as I was only wearing shorts and a T-shirt. However, I did not die! In fact, the weather became absolutely amazing the lower in elevation we got. SO beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hiked our 17 miles down South Kaibab and up Bright Angel. I really enjoyed myself. I love being in nature so much. I could hear the wind in the trees and the sounds of the river and its off-shooting springs and I felt so much love for our beautiful world. What a lovely place it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am sore. And my tummy hurts because I was silly and did not hydrate enough the day before. Dehydration nausea is the worst kind. :( But it was worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not bring my camera but here is a super wonderful picture of this most beautiful place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.aia-grandcanyon.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/grand_canyon_south_rim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-2749408440180810655?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2749408440180810655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2749408440180810655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2749408440180810655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2749408440180810655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/05/grandest-of-canyons.html' title='The GRANDest of Canyons!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7837607260382157512</id><published>2011-04-21T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:02:22.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief</title><content type='html'>Ahhh... you guys. You make me feel so good. I'm glad to know I am not the only one who feels like being moral doesn't mean being stupid! Ha, but really, I am grateful for the support of good friends and family. It helps me to know I am not in this alone :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, school is wrapping up!! Hooray! Next week is the last full week of classes and then half a week and then finals!!! Wahoo! And then summer school :( ha just kidding, it should be fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to mention how much I love my family. Both of them. I am so lucky I get to live so close to them. I am so blessed that we are all committed to the same gospel and that we love each other! And I love you! Hooray for love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I have been obsessed with hair. Like I want to quit school and go to hair school. I'm kind of kidding because I won't really do that, but someday I will go! and I will love it! Even if I stink :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more time, I wanted to thank you for the kind comments. I love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7837607260382157512?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7837607260382157512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7837607260382157512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7837607260382157512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7837607260382157512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/04/relief.html' title='Relief'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2726961274432767299</id><published>2011-04-14T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:08:39.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have been pondering whether or not to talk about this experience of mine. But I am going to because I think it is an important issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On Wednesday, I had a paper due in my class called "The History of European Migration." It was supposed to be on a book entitled "White Teeth." I did not turn in this assignment. And here is why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I only got through the first 8 pages before I threw the book on the ground crying because I could not handle one more F-word, S-word, sexual slang term, talk of suicide, or other disgusting, depressing thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am an Exercise and Wellness major and in this major I don't have to deal with anything like this. But I am also a History minor which is where the liberal arts come in. I wanted to share the email I wrote to my professor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Professor H-,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wanted to discuss this book. I began reading it and was disappointed and uncomfortable from the very beginning. The themes of suicide, prostitution, sex, and alcohol among other things are the very opposite of uplifting. The use of curse words is appalling and, to me, unnecessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I realize that this may sound as if I am sheltered and have not come to grips with the harsh realities of life. However, I understand that suicide and prostitution happen and run rampant.  I know that the world is full of depressing and terribly sad things. But I do not believe that I need to be so unabashedly exposed to it to understand the lessons you are trying to teach in this class. The use of slang sexual terms, swear words, and other ignorant words is a practice too often mistaken for authentic and even educated dialogue. Stories can be told without the use of such crass and vulgar words. I am attending ASU to be educated in a professional and mature way and I am deeply disappointed at the choice of such offensive and indecent literature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am fully aware that this complaint will probably not lead to a change in curriculum. However, I wanted my voice to be heard. I want to make it clear that I and others like me can learn very well without being exposed to such ugly language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Emily Nicoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wanted to share that because I am sick and tired of vulgar and disgusting language being passed off as acceptable because it is "real life." That is a ridiculous excuse. As I said in the last part of this email, I wanted my voice to be heard. I know this email won't change anything and may just feed the fire, but if you, like me, are tired of ignorant language I would encourage you to do something about it. It is scary to me that this kind of language is acceptable and promoted in the education system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5371764758742656606-2726961274432767299?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2726961274432767299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2726961274432767299' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2726961274432767299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2726961274432767299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/04/frustrations.html' title='Frustrations'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-4401532157083337831</id><published>2011-03-14T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:09:26.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Trip 2011!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Disneyland! And were very happy to be there...&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/-bbEQujICFwE/TX6em_mgsPI/AAAAAAAAATo/ysKg0k4IhLc/s1600/IMG_0771.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/-bbEQujICFwE/TX6em_mgsPI/AAAAAAAAATo/ysKg0k4IhLc/s400/IMG_0771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074980731171058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lines were short!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwFiL83CC7E/TX6emi4f8cI/AAAAAAAAATg/w8mOtRofanM/s1600/IMG_0773.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/-lwFiL83CC7E/TX6emi4f8cI/AAAAAAAAATg/w8mOtRofanM/s400/IMG_0773.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074973021991362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you spot Atley and me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oizHcB5ogEc/TX6emShN2rI/AAAAAAAAATY/s8pQ4NzZOMY/s1600/IMG_0782.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/-oizHcB5ogEc/TX6emShN2rI/AAAAAAAAATY/s8pQ4NzZOMY/s400/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074968629369522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate churros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFIvQ7tMfsg/TX6d-qG4i9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/z1Njp4SUmd0/s1600/IMG_0792.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/-AFIvQ7tMfsg/TX6d-qG4i9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/z1Njp4SUmd0/s400/IMG_0792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074287766604754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And were sad when they were gone :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qxTqK-qHNSM/TX6d-aWkGnI/AAAAAAAAATI/HL0vzeGo6qM/s1600/IMG_0799.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/-qxTqK-qHNSM/TX6d-aWkGnI/AAAAAAAAATI/HL0vzeGo6qM/s400/IMG_0799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074283537406578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We rode the teacups ( on which we did NOT lose our churros!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z5_PUwNIuaQ/TX6d-LCeLNI/AAAAAAAAATA/_n7_eAqsN2k/s1600/IMG_0806.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/-z5_PUwNIuaQ/TX6d-LCeLNI/AAAAAAAAATA/_n7_eAqsN2k/s400/IMG_0806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584074279426600146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next day, we played on the beach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsSpBADnA1o/TX6cEPmgXuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/wL6Fq4L7P60/s1600/IMG_0819.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/-qsSpBADnA1o/TX6cEPmgXuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/wL6Fq4L7P60/s400/IMG_0819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584072184707440354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And jumped for joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vkl40i7JWMo/TX6cDyZUhjI/AAAAAAAAASw/xjHSWSSU4As/s1600/IMG_0851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vkl40i7JWMo/TX6cDyZUhjI/AAAAAAAAASw/xjHSWSSU4As/s400/IMG_0851.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584072176867509810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be together :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTqdCO8PqpQ/TX6cDxJOHKI/AAAAAAAAASo/jw_S5RLtwME/s1600/IMG_0858.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/-vTqdCO8PqpQ/TX6cDxJOHKI/AAAAAAAAASo/jw_S5RLtwME/s400/IMG_0858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584072176531545250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute mom found shells &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Fp8duDOz_M/TX6bJ5tZ5DI/AAAAAAAAASg/zpT8XwM6Nw4/s1600/IMG_0863.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/-_Fp8duDOz_M/TX6bJ5tZ5DI/AAAAAAAAASg/zpT8XwM6Nw4/s400/IMG_0863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584071182398383154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And our shadows made an appearance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D2DJng-zSSc/TX6bJhbblNI/AAAAAAAAASY/y2Xq0X4f_uc/s1600/IMG_0865.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/-D2DJng-zSSc/TX6bJhbblNI/AAAAAAAAASY/y2Xq0X4f_uc/s400/IMG_0865.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584071175880545490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome girls trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8GoRrNdazI/TX6bJMYvR7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/bq3xDkUWFHk/s1600/IMG_0874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8GoRrNdazI/TX6bJMYvR7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/bq3xDkUWFHk/s400/IMG_0874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584071170232108978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait til next year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-4401532157083337831?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/4401532157083337831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=4401532157083337831' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/4401532157083337831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/4401532157083337831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/03/girls-trip-2011.html' title='Girls Trip 2011!!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bbEQujICFwE/TX6em_mgsPI/AAAAAAAAATo/ysKg0k4IhLc/s72-c/IMG_0771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2149846489767321589</id><published>2011-03-13T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:47:47.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright! New post new post! Yesterday was our 2-year wedding anniversary! it has been the BEST TWO YEARS EVER!!! We went up to the cabin in Strawberry on Friday night and Brig had been so sneaky and marinated some delish chicken!! We got up there and feasted on grilled teriyaki chicken and twice-baked potatoes! He is the best :) We had some crazy competitive Wii tennis and bowling, watched Ice Age (one of the greatest things on Earth) and went to sleepy. Then! We woke up, cleaned up, packed up, and went to Tonto Natural Bridge!! Guys, seriously so beautiful! I'll prove it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my love freezing after sneaking behind the waterfall! The things we do to get a picture :)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xU8SpHPRp4w/TX1IPkVdrZI/AAAAAAAAASI/1QB1eEVp1ys/s1600/DSC02343.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/-xU8SpHPRp4w/TX1IPkVdrZI/AAAAAAAAASI/1QB1eEVp1ys/s400/DSC02343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583698545298222482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was freezing too but I'm better at hiding it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1S_UYMmmXaY/TX1IPMvgMaI/AAAAAAAAASA/6xPWXrjxCYc/s1600/DSC02346.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/-1S_UYMmmXaY/TX1IPMvgMaI/AAAAAAAAASA/6xPWXrjxCYc/s400/DSC02346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583698538964988322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are under the Bridge! Did you know it is the biggest natural bridge in the whole world?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lMGihXTPLk/TX1HtzjeJjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dYPTkj7vsIk/s1600/DSC02369.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/-7lMGihXTPLk/TX1HtzjeJjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dYPTkj7vsIk/s400/DSC02369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583697965267953202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bridge is behind us in this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylYMwXLUjWk/TX1HtppgpaI/AAAAAAAAARw/PGZSRtxDwzY/s1600/DSC02393.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/-ylYMwXLUjWk/TX1HtppgpaI/AAAAAAAAARw/PGZSRtxDwzY/s400/DSC02393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583697962608928162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of order, but this is right after we came out from behind the waterfall. I got kinda wet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7t2zRDiUYbA/TX1HUMTogJI/AAAAAAAAARo/XXPUjwSYfA8/s1600/DSC02350.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/-7t2zRDiUYbA/TX1HUMTogJI/AAAAAAAAARo/XXPUjwSYfA8/s400/DSC02350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583697525235810450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy anniversary babe!! I love to kiss and smoosh your face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJQlBax5ABo/TX1HT7_JpEI/AAAAAAAAARg/SxiOI7AQkRc/s1600/DSC02334.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/-VJQlBax5ABo/TX1HT7_JpEI/AAAAAAAAARg/SxiOI7AQkRc/s400/DSC02334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583697520854934594" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5371764758742656606-2149846489767321589?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2149846489767321589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2149846489767321589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2149846489767321589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2149846489767321589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-post.html' title='New post!!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xU8SpHPRp4w/TX1IPkVdrZI/AAAAAAAAASI/1QB1eEVp1ys/s72-c/DSC02343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-9166593069229388769</id><published>2011-01-14T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:17:55.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to share my all time favorite quote. My dad showed it to me a few years back and I have loved it ever since: "The gospel of Jesus Christ is not insurance against pain; it is &lt;em&gt;resourc&lt;/em&gt;e in the event of pain." I have so many thoughts on this quote and so many experiences. But I won't share them here. You go think about it. And if you feel so inclined, please do share with me what you took from it through email at &lt;a href="mailto:eenicoll17@gmail.com"&gt;eenicoll17@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. I would love to be inspired by you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-9166593069229388769?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/9166593069229388769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=9166593069229388769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/9166593069229388769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/9166593069229388769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/01/favorite-quote.html' title='Favorite Quote'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-5983089895599005597</id><published>2011-01-11T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T10:22:23.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just went for a walk/run. I vowed to myself I would never be a "walker" but in light of recent happenings, alas I have become one. Just for a little while though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In August, I broke my foot. In October, I hurt my hip. And then in December, I hurt my foot again! So it's been the laziest few months (in regards to exercise) that I've had in a very long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today, I decided it was over! But the reason I hurt my hip in October was because I got my boot off and tried to run 3 miles as fast as I could. Not smart! My little hip didn't know what had hit it, so it got grumpy at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time, I walked a mile and ran a mile and a little bit. I felt so good! Maybe it's because the weather was so beautiful, but I actually listened to my body. When it was tired of running, I stopped. And I actually made it farther than I thought it would :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time I run, I get the same feeling. Happy. Just happy and content. But then, if I don't exercise for a while, I forget that feeling and it is just so easy to be lazy that, eventually, I end up at square 1 again. Trying to get myself off my lazy booty and get out there because I know that happy girl inside me is gonna poke her head out as soon as I get going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is why I love my major. I love sharing the joy and peace that taking care of your body can bring. I'm not just talking about exercise but also eating right, getting enough sleep, and listening to your body. really listen to it. It will tell you what it needs. I think I've finally learned my lesson that it is NOT worth it to ignore your body. You'll just pay for it later :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, enough of my soapbox. In other, WAY more exciting news, I got my first sewing machine!!! Can I tell you how excited I am? Ok! I am SO SO SO excited! It may seem like a weird thing to be this excited about but you just wait til I'm whipping awesome stuff out :) &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;Don't hold your breath... you may be waiting a while :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-5983089895599005597?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/5983089895599005597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=5983089895599005597' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5983089895599005597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5983089895599005597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-body.html' title='My Body'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7426495473478864966</id><published>2010-12-10T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:54:51.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sometimes feel that I need to update this blog more. But then, I only want to post what is meaningful to me. One thing that is very meaningful to me is that I am DONE with my semester!! Only 3 more to go. May 2012 can't come fast enough! But then it's on to graduate school, so really I've still got a long way to go :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post is entitled "Comfort" because I was feeling lonely last night. I went outside and watched the stars for a while. I love the night sky because it reminds me of my Creator's love for me. He created all that He did with me in mind. When I was a little too cold, I came inside and opened my scriptures to Isaiah and I read the most beautiful, poignant scripture. It is Isaiah 61: 1 and 3. The phrases that comforted me were that He was sent "to bind up the brokenhearted... and give unto them beauty for ashes." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I have a lot of ashes; that a part of my heart is just ashes and it will crumble at the slightest push. Then, there's much more of my heart that is beautiful. I have so much love for people; especially Brig, my families, and my Savior. And Christ will turn every ash into beauty. He does that for me and, one by one, my ashes are changed to beauty and my broken heart is bound up. It happens when I feel unconditional love for my Brig, when I go to the temple and feel of God's love for me, when I think of Ben and Ethan and realize that I know where they are and that they are happy, when I know that Cade and Colby have big brothers that are cheering them on and will meet them on the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope I'm not being too heavy, I really am not meaning to be. I know I must sound like an ultra-depressed crazy that sobs in bed all day. That's not who I am. I live and I love because my Savior gives me beauty in my life. It's our job to look for it and, honestly, it's not hard to see. There is so much beauty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my Savior. I know He loves me and knows when I am sad or aching for my family to be whole again. I know it will happen someday and I know it's because of Him. How could I repay Him for that? He has sealed my family together and it's beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a beautiful weekend :) I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7426495473478864966?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7426495473478864966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7426495473478864966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7426495473478864966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7426495473478864966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/12/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2439209371023415459</id><published>2010-11-24T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:30:26.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being Christ-Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I read a quote on a blog-"Anyone can be nice when it is convenient. It is being nice when it's really hard that makes you like Christ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This hit me hard. Much of the time, I am conscious of how I talk about or treat others. I really do try to be kind and talk about them nicely. If I have nothing nice to say, I try not to talk at all and walk away from a nasty conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But lately, just a few times, I have said something and immediately felt horrible about it. I repent and promise I will not do it again, but I do. I feel so weak when it comes to this, maybe because it is so easy to get a shallow laugh with someone by making fun of another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then I read this quote. And I realized my problem. I want it to be easy! I don't want to have to work at it. I just want to ask for it once and be an unfailingly nice person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that's not how it works. It is tempting to be mean and hateful about someone. No doubt that sometimes it is funny to make fun. On the other hand, it is more difficult to constantly remember to be kind, to "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I want to do it. I want to be someone who people can trust. Someone who doesn't back bite. Someone who doesn't say "Bless her heart..." as if blessing her little heart will cancel out the mean thing I just said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not let mood swings or a bad day dictate how I treat others. I will always be the kindest I can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not let past experiences of mean behavior to me justify why it's alright to be mean to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I will take on the challenge and be like Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TO06NJnn85I/AAAAAAAAARI/4JxbXoTt-aw/s1600/christ%2Bon%2Bwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543150713957774226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TO06NJnn85I/AAAAAAAAARI/4JxbXoTt-aw/s400/christ%2Bon%2Bwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to lift you up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-2439209371023415459?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2439209371023415459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2439209371023415459' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2439209371023415459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2439209371023415459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-being-christ-like.html' title='On Being Christ-Like'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TO06NJnn85I/AAAAAAAAARI/4JxbXoTt-aw/s72-c/christ%2Bon%2Bwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-305537750298858335</id><published>2010-11-11T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:11:30.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the things he says..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brig was on a roll tonight. First, we were walking out of the grocery store with bags in hand and Brig gets serious. "I can't find my keys" he says. Oh crud. "Well," I say "did we leave them in the car?" So I start walking over to the car and... I hear the car running!! He had left the car running the whole time we were in the store! Ha Oh he is so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; And THEN! We are in the car driving home behind a truck with a license plate from Saskatchewan and I note that it is a long way from home. Brig says "Where is that? New Mexico?" Pah! I almost died, and then almost died again after looking at his face and seeing he was dead serious! It's even funnier because he is a super smarty, I guess Saskatchewan just never got covered (It's in Canada). Oh I love him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALSO: Tonight, I ate my first entire banana. I know, but the texture just kinda grosses me out and I could only ever take like 2 bites before the gag reflex started kicking in. But tonight was the night! I am so proud &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you seen Emma Watson's (Hermione Granger) new haircut?? Love it? Hate it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a more serious note, Happy Veteran's Day! I am so grateful for those people who sacrifice so much to protect our freedoms. They have a sense of pride in country I wish we all had. Ben was a Marine and I am grateful for his service. Yay America!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-305537750298858335?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/305537750298858335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=305537750298858335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/305537750298858335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/305537750298858335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-things-he-says.html' title='Oh the things he says..'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-6027060825827494366</id><published>2010-11-08T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:07:13.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilbert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT7kzk5x6S8e4H-C2-KuhodoDWgoTdpvFUiZAI-FPuBd_hpj3M&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__mqoo-XGNJFYvaQbnWqa-rRJpZ40=" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Accept that some days you are the pigeon, and some days you are the statue."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Dilbert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-6027060825827494366?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/6027060825827494366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=6027060825827494366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6027060825827494366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6027060825827494366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/11/dilbert.html' title='Dilbert'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-9183195953826650455</id><published>2010-11-05T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:12:01.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new news!</title><content type='html'>Heyyy! Have you ever been to values.com? Oh my cutest commercials ever! And they have a grea quote secton. I love it! I love quotes so much so I am going to share daily quote on my blog. Enjoy and be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "Danielson, never keep the ladies waiting."- Mr. Miyagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh he is so wise :) Does anyone LOVE the way he says "Danielson"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to the cemetary yesterday... sat with Ben and Ethan for a while and just talked to them. It's nice to talk to them :) I miss those fellas. Can't wait to be with them again! Oh boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In other news, we have our LYF activity tomorrow!! Yeehaw! It's our talent show and we are stizzoked! Come, come Danielson! haha I just love saying that in my head. If you haven't seen him, youtube it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I read a post written by a beautiful girl who is fashionable and hilarious and kind. But she was saying how much she doesn't like herself and how bad she hurts inside. It makes me sad to think af all the beautiful girls (and boys maybe) who don't like themselves. It made me think how I feel about myself. And I realized I really want to get more in touch with myself. Not my body, but my spirit and what I really want and who I really am. It feels good to be in touch. And I have a BEAUTIFUL lady in my life who I want to shout out to! I won't say names but J.M.R.- you are so BEAUTIFUL and I want you to know that! It makes me sad when you don't think so. You are wonderful. Just know that to one girl, you are the most beautiful person ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves everyone! Have an amazing weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-9183195953826650455?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/9183195953826650455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=9183195953826650455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/9183195953826650455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/9183195953826650455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-news.html' title='new news!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7095640014190101893</id><published>2010-10-23T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:47:52.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Darn Classy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have decided that I don't really belong in the blogging world. I have seen at least a million (yes, a million) blogs in the past couple months that include one or more (usually all) of the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long Blonde Curly Hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOTS of pictures of a very dapper husband/bf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talkings of food like antique tomatoes and caviar etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing but vintage clothes on skinny bodies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some amazing craft that "I just made up on the spot!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HINT: These will not be found on my blog. What will be found on my blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Short, usually unstyled hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still lots of pics of a very handsome man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talkings of food like cereal for breakfast, and lunch...and dinner maybe too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing but WalMart shorts and Goodwill jeans on this not-so-in-shape body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No crafts. At all. Ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I guess that I'm trying to say is that I am just too classy for the blogging world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7095640014190101893?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7095640014190101893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7095640014190101893' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7095640014190101893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7095640014190101893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-darn-classy.html' title='Too Darn Classy!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-942172450033319885</id><published>2010-09-30T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:22:46.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong in the World?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll tell you-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; They are putting less filling in Pop-Tarts. That's what's wrong in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-942172450033319885?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/942172450033319885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=942172450033319885' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/942172450033319885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/942172450033319885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-wrong-in-world.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong in the World?'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2895647259725127987</id><published>2010-09-29T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:12:13.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes my heart hurts so bad I can feel the scars forming with every beat. My heart must be as calloused as my heel by now. Then why do I feel so much? Why does it still cut so deep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not the future that hurts. I know I'll see them again and I know they are happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's raising my fist to knock on my mother's door and hearing her crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's laughing at something funny and then feeling guilty. Why should I be happy when they go through so much pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's forgetting the sound of his voice and turn of his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the regret that I wasn't always kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the unanswered question of what it would be like if they were here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the dichotomy of feeling happy that I have a sensitive heart and wishing I could go the rest of my life without feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just that I &lt;i&gt;miss&lt;/i&gt; them. So much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are some days that to feel is to hurt. Today is one of those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But they are not everyday. Thank goodness for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-2895647259725127987?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2895647259725127987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2895647259725127987' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2895647259725127987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2895647259725127987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-my-heart-hurts-so-bad-i-can.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2633649862747814915</id><published>2010-09-23T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:42:28.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but Brig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the birthday of the most fabulous man ever!!! If you guessed Johnny Bravo, you'd be wrong because he is not the most fabulous guy ever. Brigham is!! See??&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/_XqMh0j071r0/TJtmRKnoKuI/AAAAAAAAARA/b3VebHiCVGc/s1600/be+B%26G-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TJtmRKnoKuI/AAAAAAAAARA/b3VebHiCVGc/s400/be+B%26G-005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520118213367048930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TJtmQvzfmfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xnwW7YXUScI/s1600/IMG_1041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TJtmQvzfmfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xnwW7YXUScI/s400/IMG_1041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520118206169061874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TJtmQEsZDPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nt0YPqeJRzc/s1600/IMG_1249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TJtmQEsZDPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nt0YPqeJRzc/s400/IMG_1249.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520118194596547826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TJtmPza3F1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/WaLE3dLNrmI/s1600/be+B%26G-121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TJtmPza3F1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/WaLE3dLNrmI/s400/be+B%26G-121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520118189959616338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you punkin! Have a fantastic day and don't get high from all the sugar I gave you ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-2633649862747814915?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2633649862747814915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2633649862747814915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2633649862747814915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2633649862747814915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-but-brig.html' title='Nothing but Brig'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TJtmRKnoKuI/AAAAAAAAARA/b3VebHiCVGc/s72-c/be+B%26G-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-1111160099248914774</id><published>2010-09-21T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T09:31:01.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we do when we don't do anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The answer to that is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; eat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; repeat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; It's kinda like how a baby only does a few things like sleep, poop, eat, repeat only we use a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tad more brain juice (at least I like to think so). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, here some fab things that have happened over the last little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Found &lt;a href="http://www.reagansblob.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AMAZING blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Seriously love it long time. She inspires me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Working on food storage! We have about 4 or 5 meals all done and continue working on some more! Maybe I'll post about our system soon if anyone would even care?? Do tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Limping. I'm super at this one. Short story: Playing raquetball with hubs, get too into it, jump, fall, break foot, glass doors all around court in gym... yaaaaa real graceful Em. Next 6-7 weeks is history. The boot and I have become besties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. New calling as ward choir accompanist. Hooray!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Being jealous of everyone's brand new little ones! Can I please come hold them and snuggle them?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Being grateful for a healthy hubby and a loving family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Being impatient for some (pleeeeaaassseeee) cool weather! Remind me why we live here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Wishing I had a non-broken camera so I could actually blog with pictures! I guess doing it this way just pushes my creative limits...or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I'll be back soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em&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/5371764758742656606-1111160099248914774?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/1111160099248914774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=1111160099248914774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/1111160099248914774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/1111160099248914774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-we-do-when-we-dont-do-anything.html' title='What we do when we don&apos;t do anything'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-4316389849895556720</id><published>2010-08-12T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:31:29.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry miss Jackson, I am for reeyal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TGRY1mDNOJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LBQIOOEDCWs/s1600/IMG_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TGRY1mDNOJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LBQIOOEDCWs/s400/IMG_0687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504622322323896466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's true! Love, Your Friend is officially a big deal. Now I know you all want to come :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(to clear up any confusion, we are now a NON-PROFIT organization! Yee-haw!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-4316389849895556720?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/4316389849895556720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=4316389849895556720' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/4316389849895556720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/4316389849895556720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-sorry-miss-jackson-i-am-for-reeyal.html' title='I&apos;m sorry miss Jackson, I am for reeyal'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TGRY1mDNOJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LBQIOOEDCWs/s72-c/IMG_0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-5166607722527173792</id><published>2010-08-07T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T12:34:28.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August Acitivity!</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the LYF BBQ and swim party!! Come and have a wonderful time! 1655 N 26th St! We hope to have a whole bunch of new faces!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yayayay!!!1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-5166607722527173792?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/5166607722527173792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=5166607722527173792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5166607722527173792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5166607722527173792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-acitivity.html' title='August Acitivity!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-527659784139765788</id><published>2010-08-02T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T09:04:47.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LDS.org video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages?v=E7zwQ_7q-fU"&gt;Forgiveness: My Burden Was Made Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This video touched my heart :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-527659784139765788?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/527659784139765788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=527659784139765788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/527659784139765788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/527659784139765788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/08/forgiveness-my-burden-was-made-light.html' title='LDS.org video'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7703994100895390388</id><published>2010-06-30T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:25:32.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Birdies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FHE was last night and for the first time in a long time, I was in charge of the lesson part. I was asked to give the lesson on the &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=092ef6e4ff3b8210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Prophet's message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from the June Ensign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Combine that message with the fact that I have been quite the emotional wreck lately, and you get a very short, minimally wordy lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I have the need to write about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Writing is easier than talking :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like a canary with gray on her wings. Correction: I feel like a canary with nothing but gray. I am not exceptionally beautiful nor am I exceptionally good at any one thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I feel like maybe, because of the things that have happened to me, I have a song. It might not be pretty, but it might be helpful. &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 been wondering what the lyrics to my song might be. What I came up with are 4 things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.) I can do hard things. And I can do them graciously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.) People are genuinely good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.) Time is the greatest healer. So wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.) God in Heaven loves me. And 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 hope my song helps someone, sometime.&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 love to hear your song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7703994100895390388?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7703994100895390388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7703994100895390388' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7703994100895390388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7703994100895390388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-birdies.html' title='Little Birdies'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-8141585296792735900</id><published>2010-06-23T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T13:40:19.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've gone crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have fallen in love with raquetball. It is the best! And it helps to have a hubby who is really super good at it, but is nice to me and doesn't hit it so hard it would break my face if it wasn't hidden in my arms. (I know you could, Brig!) Anyway, we have been going periodically for a couple months and as I improve gradually he just steps up his game a notch or two. Sometimes, he even lets me win, even though I know he could kick my trash. And when I start to get cocky he just serves it up at a million miles per hour to remind me just who owns the court here! Haha ooh how I love him :)&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/_XqMh0j071r0/TCJvHnQfeYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/J0Ke6Ha-9nc/s1600/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TCJvHnQfeYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/J0Ke6Ha-9nc/s400/IMG_1585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486069472678607234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TCJvHJ-IIXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vHqWFlF5RyE/s1600/IMG_1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TCJvHJ-IIXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vHqWFlF5RyE/s400/IMG_1583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486069464816951666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TCJvGg-BvZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KB6cD3rQCe8/s1600/IMG_1582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TCJvGg-BvZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KB6cD3rQCe8/s400/IMG_1582.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486069453810679186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second matter of business, we are obsessed with the world cup! Half the people we ask about it say "huh?" which is so crazy to me because it's flipping the whole entire world playing (unlike the "world series"..posers). Anyway, enough of my spiel, the world cup is bomb diggity. We wake up at 4:30 to watch Argentina. Now that is commitment. We even got a legit FIFA World Cup 2010 soccer ball and played in the house! Ha, I know I'm a bad housekeeper but oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TCJvGF_zssI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9XXZW8Ub0Pg/s1600/IMG_1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TCJvGF_zssI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9XXZW8Ub0Pg/s400/IMG_1579.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486069446570390210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TCJvFX4j7rI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UHDGEDJzjxE/s1600/IMG_1580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TCJvFX4j7rI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UHDGEDJzjxE/s400/IMG_1580.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486069434191965874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look like scary spice. If you didn't know, the USA won this morning and we are moving on!! Oh my heart attack game though, awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-8141585296792735900?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/8141585296792735900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=8141585296792735900' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8141585296792735900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8141585296792735900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/06/weve-gone-crazy.html' title='We&apos;ve gone crazy'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TCJvHnQfeYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/J0Ke6Ha-9nc/s72-c/IMG_1585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-534796156168971991</id><published>2010-06-15T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:41:12.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MDA Camp 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK! So, we (Brig, me, and Conrad) went to MDA Camp this year as volunteers!! Cade and Colby went as campers (Brig was Colby's counselor, Conrad was Cade's) It was a blast except for a little drama early in the week which I won't expand upon :) MDA Camp really is so neat because it is a place where kids with all kinds of muscular dystrophy can come together and feel normal and accepted- not like they are the odd one out. So we will definitely going back next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Brig and me looking fine (this is about how we looked the entire time at camp.. no time in the morning for grooming! you're lucky if you get a shower in)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBga0ky-pDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GRXDquRW_Ug/s1600/IMG_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBga0ky-pDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GRXDquRW_Ug/s400/IMG_1530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483162036856595506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, that is a man in a dress, don't ask me why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgai5EnsoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6rmq_M2XeXA/s1600/IMG_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgai5EnsoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6rmq_M2XeXA/s400/IMG_1540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483161733061653122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Abby!! She is my favie at camp! Love you girl! We had our war paint on for wheelchair soccer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgaiHyidcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xQ341iBohOU/s1600/IMG_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgaiHyidcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xQ341iBohOU/s400/IMG_1542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483161719832475074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the boys minus Conrad in wheelchair soccer. Seriously people, greatest invention ever! They get a HUGE beach ball and go at it. Pure awesome. The kids love it and it builds their self confidence like no other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgahoPcrBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0sq-A6v4Vkg/s1600/IMG_1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgahoPcrBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0sq-A6v4Vkg/s400/IMG_1546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483161711363795986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HUGE ball! Go Cade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgagx_OEBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9bmx156iWmM/s1600/IMG_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgagx_OEBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9bmx156iWmM/s400/IMG_1547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483161696800215058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I needed a picture with Conrad and this is what I get... hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgagXP-v4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/9f_EZYsKymo/s1600/IMG_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgagXP-v4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/9f_EZYsKymo/s400/IMG_1551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483161689622757250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK! This kid is hilarious! He came up to Brig and me one day and was like "hey guys, look what I can do" and then proceeds to stick his pinky totally up his nose- like I couldn't see any of his pinky anymore. We were like Woah! And kinda freaked out and then he pulls out his finger and smells it and says "It smells like raisins.." and then sucks his boogery finger clean. I almost threw up. And we were laughing hysterically! Oh man this kid.. let's just say we weren't giving any high fives to him after that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgZn-3LaKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Fc1bcuLJRJI/s1600/IMG_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgZn-3LaKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Fc1bcuLJRJI/s400/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483160721003604130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was may date to the dance! Brig got jealous :) His name is Eli and he is 8. I think he was going for the Joker look in this picture (he had a little too much fruit punch and went to the bathroom and good 5 times during dinner) oh man he was so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgZnRrgAiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/D-3TA9gzxVQ/s1600/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgZnRrgAiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/D-3TA9gzxVQ/s400/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483160708875026978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little boy is Evan and he might be the sweetest kid I've ever met. Brig and I just fell in love with him at camp. And Brig put him up to asking me on a date for lunch (in the cafeteria with everyone else, so not really a date :) ) and he stuck with us ever since!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgZmx7TokI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nfBvSPjYiWU/s1600/IMG_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgZmx7TokI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nfBvSPjYiWU/s400/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483160700351390274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dance Party yaya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgZmMdMZ4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cVh2sqA7frY/s1600/IMG_1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgZmMdMZ4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cVh2sqA7frY/s400/IMG_1569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483160690292975490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rock out !he dance was awesome! We figured out some pretty creative ways to slow dance with a wheelchair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgZld371KI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NnPdv6rpiko/s1600/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBgZld371KI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NnPdv6rpiko/s400/IMG_1571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483160677788669090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If any of you want some inspiration or need a reminder of how good we have it, volunteer at MDA camp next summer. It is amazing and fun and so great! we loved it and will be going back for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-534796156168971991?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/534796156168971991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=534796156168971991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/534796156168971991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/534796156168971991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/06/mda-camp-2010.html' title='MDA Camp 2010!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/TBga0ky-pDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GRXDquRW_Ug/s72-c/IMG_1530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-6416123858706810507</id><published>2010-05-22T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:52:09.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We straight up hiked the Grand Canyon! We did rim to rim. I have done this before but never all in one day. Let me tell you, it's tough! But so worth it at the top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brig was the fabulous photographer the whole trip. Here is the canyon! It is so majestic and beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S_hfXX2tjDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kGnVVW5h35E/s1600/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S_hfXX2tjDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kGnVVW5h35E/s400/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474230202213960754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the whole gang except Brig (who was taking the pic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S_hfXJ2jvSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TqT59FzJnw8/s1600/IMG_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S_hfXJ2jvSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TqT59FzJnw8/s400/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474230198455221538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there we are!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S_hfWtXLsPI/AAAAAAAAANw/wUzqmBHin40/s1600/IMG_1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S_hfWtXLsPI/AAAAAAAAANw/wUzqmBHin40/s400/IMG_1429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474230190807429362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved it so much! Hiking is one of my favorite things to do and it was a big accomplishment! 21 miles! In Oct., we're planning on doing rim to rim to rim- 45 miles- straight! Wahoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-6416123858706810507?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/6416123858706810507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=6416123858706810507' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6416123858706810507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6416123858706810507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/05/grand-canyon.html' title='Grand Canyon'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S_hfXX2tjDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kGnVVW5h35E/s72-c/IMG_1446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-3484435383503746820</id><published>2010-05-09T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:00:29.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S-dLw_4dh7I/AAAAAAAAANo/cRMFgfD1VHM/s1600/IMG_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S-dLw_4dh7I/AAAAAAAAANo/cRMFgfD1VHM/s400/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469423577618810802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my beautiful mother. I wanted to do a post about her because she is so amazing to me and I love her so much. She has been through a lot of hard things in her life, things that I could not imagine dealing with. Sometimes, I see her take things hard and there is nothing worse than seeing my mom cry. She is such a pure soul and sweet spirit that seeing her cry is like watching an angel hurt. I wish I could take all of her feelings of doubt and hurt away from her. But, most of the time, she is happy! And that blows me away! Even after all she has been through, she is still happy. She has such strong faith and she is an example to me of having faith and truly enduring to the end. She has her place in heaven, I know that. My only hope is to get there with her someday. Mom, save me a spot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-3484435383503746820?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/3484435383503746820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=3484435383503746820' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3484435383503746820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3484435383503746820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/05/ode-to-my-mama.html' title='Ode to my Mama'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S-dLw_4dh7I/AAAAAAAAANo/cRMFgfD1VHM/s72-c/IMG_0603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-8301341069501177594</id><published>2010-05-06T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:26:25.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats round and small and looks like swiss cheese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am officially an Ovarian Cyster... If this is TMI for you already, best not read on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, after much and much pain in the lower left pelvic region (not pleasant!), and everyone from my mother to my relief society president telling me to go to the doctor, I go. And after an internal ultrasound-yes, it's as bad as it sounds- the Doc finds cysts on the ovaries. Lots and lots of cysts. Swiss cheese style. AKA Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, none were ruptured, so that's not what the pain is from, says Doctor. He doesn't know what the pain is from and neither do I! But I want to. Maybe someday I will.&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 not sure what to think about all this news. I don't want pity, but then again I don't really know how bad it can be. I'm thinking not that bad unless one of them explodes in my insides... am I right? However, it does have some fertility consequences. Not that we want to have a kid now or in the near future, but someday that day will come. But will it? I dunno?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anyone knows my family, you know there were 6 of us. You might be thinking "Yay! Lots of grandbabies for the granparents!" Not so; only two of us can have kiddos. And one of those two had her tubes tied (not me). Therefore, there will be minimal grandbabies from that child. So who's it up to to provide the granchildren?? Me. But what now? What if that's not in the plans for me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry to rant. Rant over.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-8301341069501177594?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/8301341069501177594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=8301341069501177594' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8301341069501177594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8301341069501177594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-round-and-small-and-looks-like.html' title='whats round and small and looks like swiss cheese?'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-8242610321515583979</id><published>2010-04-25T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:03:43.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date and Biking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello All! I have been a slacker and I have missed it! So this weekend was a blast! Grandma and Grandpa Banks had tickets to Hale Center Theatre in Gilbert but they couldn't go, so they gave the tickets to Brig and I and Jen and Scott! First, we went to Joe's BBQ and it was delish! As you can see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is BBQ sauce not blood, don't worry :)&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/_XqMh0j071r0/S9Ty4kWfPMI/AAAAAAAAANg/8rq-mMa2dm0/s1600/IMG_4532-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S9Ty4kWfPMI/AAAAAAAAANg/8rq-mMa2dm0/s400/IMG_4532-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464259301551848642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are at the play, it looks like I have a big growth out of the top of my head :) We were probably 4 of about 10 people under 50 or 60, no joke! It was funny. Thank you &lt;a href="http://scott-and-jen.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jen and Scott&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for such a fun night!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S9Ty4NAyXfI/AAAAAAAAANY/RnxECCm4xUE/s1600/IMG_4535-2.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S9Ty4NAyXfI/AAAAAAAAANY/RnxECCm4xUE/s400/IMG_4535-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464259295286812146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK! Mountain Biking was SO FUN this week! we have been going every saturday and I think we found our new favorite thing to do! It is an adrenaline rush and great workout and fun! Everything good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S9Ty3pzgQhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4GMQ5UC-AIc/s1600/IMG_1340.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S9Ty3pzgQhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4GMQ5UC-AIc/s400/IMG_1340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464259285835858450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S9Ty3fO8MoI/AAAAAAAAANI/8G4Ofo0xoTA/s1600/IMG_1341.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S9Ty3fO8MoI/AAAAAAAAANI/8G4Ofo0xoTA/s400/IMG_1341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464259282998145666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I look like a criminal in this picture haha :) I love my Hubby!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S9Ty2718hGI/AAAAAAAAANA/iqqlkl2IZqQ/s1600/IMG_1342.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S9Ty2718hGI/AAAAAAAAANA/iqqlkl2IZqQ/s400/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464259273498068066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I wanted to say CONGRATULATIONS to my best friends in the whole world!! Brit and Kels got engaged and I'm SO happy for them! I love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-8242610321515583979?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/8242610321515583979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=8242610321515583979' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8242610321515583979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8242610321515583979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/04/date-and-biking.html' title='Date and Biking!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S9Ty4kWfPMI/AAAAAAAAANg/8rq-mMa2dm0/s72-c/IMG_4532-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-8714127867485525892</id><published>2010-04-10T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:45:23.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin Hood Date and Mountain Biking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brig emailed me on Monday or Tuesday and asked me if I would go on a date with him on Friday night (Since we don't talk to each other... Just kidding!) Of course, I emailed back adn said yes! So first, he runs into me like this!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S8DSnTnQKII/AAAAAAAAAMg/sjnjw6aakKA/s1600/IMG_1303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S8DSnTnQKII/AAAAAAAAAMg/sjnjw6aakKA/s400/IMG_1303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458594321094682754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robin Hood! We went out back and shot the bow and arrow just like the real thing! We only got to shoot it a couple of times though before the arrow broke :( But it was so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S8DSn_uh0yI/AAAAAAAAAMo/M_FgDkdUEb4/s400/IMG_1306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, I think this was my fav. part: We robbed the rich (Sprinkles in Scottsdale) to feed the poor (us). Except we didn't really rob, we paid fr them. And, OMG! I never say that but these cupcakes deserve an OMG! They are so flippin good. (They better be for what they cost) I got red velvet and Brig got lemon coconut. Heaven!!&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/_XqMh0j071r0/S8DSoXVF7qI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gBgM_Aauegs/s400/IMG_1311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we got home, Brig had trees set up in our bedroom just like Sherwood Forest! We danced to the song they sing in there... Love, it seems like only yesterday... ya that one. It was fun! I think we just giggled the whole time at how nerdy we are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S8DSzb33uqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/c6EZynbKrfg/s400/IMG_1316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, change gears now. This morning, Brig and me and Scott (BIL) went mountain biking at Papago park. That place is the bomb. I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S8DSmzTxP5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/kk9fi-yQSs4/s1600/IMG_1320.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S8DSmzTxP5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/kk9fi-yQSs4/s400/IMG_1320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458594312423030674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's me looking goofy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S8DSmb5v8QI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WWIrsJfoweU/s1600/IMG_1321.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S8DSmb5v8QI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WWIrsJfoweU/s400/IMG_1321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458594306139877634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the boys! If you look close you can see Scott's battle wound on his elbow. Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jen and Cami and Ammon, next time you have to come with us! It is F-U-N!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-8714127867485525892?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/8714127867485525892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=8714127867485525892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8714127867485525892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8714127867485525892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/04/robin-hood-date-and-mountain-biking.html' title='Robin Hood Date and Mountain Biking!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S8DSnTnQKII/AAAAAAAAAMg/sjnjw6aakKA/s72-c/IMG_1303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-6843249859425342033</id><published>2010-04-08T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T14:20:53.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brightly Colored Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to tell you that... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I LOVE SUPERSTITION RANCH MARKET!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Doesn't this fruit salad just look amazing?! And huge! Happy snack time to me and Brig for the next week! Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S75IOw0QPLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6gvhHwosp-o/s1600/IMG_1301.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S75IOw0QPLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6gvhHwosp-o/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457879216879058098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-6843249859425342033?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/6843249859425342033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=6843249859425342033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6843249859425342033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6843249859425342033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/04/brightly-colored-happiness.html' title='Brightly Colored Happiness'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S75IOw0QPLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6gvhHwosp-o/s72-c/IMG_1301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-111811405641501447</id><published>2010-03-27T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:00:24.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Odd Goings-On?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S7gqTHk_sAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HackVOh99QA/s1600/BE+Wedding+Day-169.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knows what movie that title is from??&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;This morning was the annual MDA Stride n' Ride! It's a fundraiser for MDA (Muscular Dystrophy Association) and a ton of people came which was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Including the Ghostbusters :) Here's Cade and Colby (who have NO idea how to smile in pictures but can sure do it in real life) and Brig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S65h_47PE4I/AAAAAAAAALw/_StgyqR1cvE/s1600/IMG_1281.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S65h_47PE4I/AAAAAAAAALw/_StgyqR1cvE/s400/IMG_1281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453403949032739714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was nice to have family there! Here are two of my beautiful cousins, the Chelise and Shawnda (with Chelise's daughter)! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S65h_Xy4EfI/AAAAAAAAALo/usGLnq9Z5eo/s1600/IMG_1276.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S65h_Xy4EfI/AAAAAAAAALo/usGLnq9Z5eo/s400/IMG_1276.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453403940139307506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My squinty face! aha this was right into the sun! I love my seester!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S65h-4tg6DI/AAAAAAAAALg/ETn6xnn0WrU/s1600/IMG_1280.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S65h-4tg6DI/AAAAAAAAALg/ETn6xnn0WrU/s400/IMG_1280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453403931795318834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was great to walk those miles to help out these wonderful people with muscle diseases. It breaks my heart sometimes but I love being able to do something and help!&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 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;P.S. someday my hair will look like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S7gqTHk_sAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HackVOh99QA/s400/BE+Wedding+Day-169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456157456499453954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;( This part of the post was edited by Brig) So...... Emily put a picture of this weird lady and said she wanted her hair to be like hers. Well I like her hair just the way it is and I think it's beautiful! So I took the liberty of changing the picture. I'd rather look at Emily 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/5371764758742656606-111811405641501447?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/111811405641501447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=111811405641501447' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/111811405641501447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/111811405641501447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-morning-was-annual-mda-stride-n.html' title='Good Odd Goings-On?'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S65h_47PE4I/AAAAAAAAALw/_StgyqR1cvE/s72-c/IMG_1281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2390747204575547307</id><published>2010-03-18T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T13:20:04.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, I turned 20!!! Yes! No more weird looks from people when I tell them I'm 19 and have been married over a year!! Wahoo :) No, but really, it was a fabulous day, aside from the fact that the hubby was sick. But he toughed it out :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the morning, we went to Cracker's.... yummy! I got a parfait ( I know it sounds wussy but seriously they are huge and so so good) and Brig got the cinnamon french toast and I won't hesitate to admit that I stole some from him... ok like half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, we came home and opened presents!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me as a ghost. A happy ghost opening her presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S6KHv4SDdoI/AAAAAAAAALY/XnMNtai5sC8/s1600-h/IMG_1258.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S6KHv4SDdoI/AAAAAAAAALY/XnMNtai5sC8/s400/IMG_1258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450067755703432834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my haul! Not bad, eh? For those of you with bad eyesight, I will name them one by one... this is also for my own pleasure :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Brig I got: sweatband, best crossword book yet- not Sunday New York Times style but not Kindergarten either- Love it!, 5 lb. weights, 10 lb weights, resistance band, jump rope, workout shirts. This may seem like a haul full of hints to you, but to me, it's my new fitness collection! Yeehaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From mom and papa: That yummy necklace you see on the white shirt. I will most definitely get a closer picture of it so you can actually see how darn cute it is! My mama's got style!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Atley (the sister): halfsies on the two shirts which I adore :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S6KHvRyOurI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cwBXNQvblCQ/s1600-h/IMG_1273.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S6KHvRyOurI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cwBXNQvblCQ/s400/IMG_1273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450067745369406130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, last but not least, my own present to me! I have 2 pairs of super cute jeans but they literally fall off me.. like I don't even have to unbutton and unzip to take them off, TMI right? SO, i got myself a new pair! When I have a hubby who is better (and awake), I will have him take a better picture so you can see the glory (I know you probably don't even care about seeing the glory, but I want to see it on my Blog!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's the very top of them, don't they look cute already?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S6KHvD1AYSI/AAAAAAAAALI/lTlq8Mn7Ae8/s1600-h/IMG_1274.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S6KHvD1AYSI/AAAAAAAAALI/lTlq8Mn7Ae8/s400/IMG_1274.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450067741622952226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, enough about presents. The real joy of the day was getting to be with people I love! On birthday eve, Jen and Laurie (SIL and MIL) took me to Tia Rosa's. Good food, good conversation, and best SIL and MIL ever! We missed SIL #2 Cami. We love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, I got to spend the day with Brig, Atley, and my fam at night for ice cream cake (aka best invention ever!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my life. I truly am so grateful for the amazing blessings I have been given, which usually come in the form of people. I count all of you as blessings and I LOVE YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a happy day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EM&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/5371764758742656606-2390747204575547307?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2390747204575547307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2390747204575547307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2390747204575547307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2390747204575547307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthday-fun.html' title='Birthday Fun!!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S6KHv4SDdoI/AAAAAAAAALY/XnMNtai5sC8/s72-c/IMG_1258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2954991482738789366</id><published>2010-03-14T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:02:20.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S52Gvb4FGSI/AAAAAAAAALA/zHmuG6hcPV4/s1600-h/IMG_1255.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S52Gvb4FGSI/AAAAAAAAALA/zHmuG6hcPV4/s400/IMG_1255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448659273683114274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my beautiful friend Tara. She just got engaged last night to Zach Brough!! I love them both and am seriously SO excited for them! I love all this wedding stuff :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tara, I love you forever and am so excited for you to be married forever! You got a good one :) and so did he! You are wonderful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-2954991482738789366?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2954991482738789366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2954991482738789366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2954991482738789366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2954991482738789366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/03/engaged.html' title='Engaged!!!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S52Gvb4FGSI/AAAAAAAAALA/zHmuG6hcPV4/s72-c/IMG_1255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-912159673448496656</id><published>2010-03-13T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:33:16.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Big Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was the day!!! Cammon (Cami+Ammon) got sealed! The temple was beautiful and so was the weather! everything worked perfectly it seemed like!&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 I took these awesome pics but that would be my fabulous aunt &lt;a href="http://believeittoseeit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S5wRnCcRKHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NCw7P3V34zQ/s1600-h/Nielsen-bw_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S5wRnCcRKHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NCw7P3V34zQ/s400/Nielsen-bw_20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448249011579463794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this pic is adorable :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S5wRmvIaLII/AAAAAAAAAKw/NlIqgOk2WaA/s1600-h/Nielsen-bw_57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S5wRmvIaLII/AAAAAAAAAKw/NlIqgOk2WaA/s400/Nielsen-bw_57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448249006395894914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this one might be my favorite wedding picture ever!! I think they both look so beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S5wRmMcyI6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/PahNzfLTYZ0/s1600-h/IMG_3445.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S5wRmMcyI6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/PahNzfLTYZ0/s400/IMG_3445.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448248997086110626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, it was our One-year anniversary! Double whammy! I love you Brig! This has been the best year of my life and I can;t wait for more!!!&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/5371764758742656606-912159673448496656?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/912159673448496656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=912159673448496656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/912159673448496656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/912159673448496656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterday-was-day-cammon-camiammon-got.html' title='the Big Day!!!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S5wRnCcRKHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NCw7P3V34zQ/s72-c/Nielsen-bw_20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7319397051862174200</id><published>2010-03-10T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:57:00.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My grandpa is the most fantastic grandpa in the world. He would always give us kisses and hugs and sing "I love you, a bushel and a peck..." He would get down on the floor with us and tickle us til we cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_XqMh0j071r0/S5hNFJhnQ2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/y4RenSTB9hs/s1600-h/IMG_1254.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S5hNFJhnQ2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/y4RenSTB9hs/s400/IMG_1254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447188500156203874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S5hNEYPVqmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/d3tiKQdE17A/s1600-h/IMG_1252.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S5hNEYPVqmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/d3tiKQdE17A/s400/IMG_1252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447188486926215778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today my grandpa died. I am going to miss this man so much. He was the life of the family parties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Grandpa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will miss you. I hope you know how much I love you and all the good memories I have with you. Please say hi to Ben and Ethan for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your Emmy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7319397051862174200?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7319397051862174200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7319397051862174200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7319397051862174200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7319397051862174200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodbye-grandpa.html' title='Goodbye Grandpa'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S5hNFJhnQ2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/y4RenSTB9hs/s72-c/IMG_1254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7179474765519451385</id><published>2010-03-02T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:04:26.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Acitivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, people! Instead of telling you about the club acitivity after it happens, I'm going to tell you before so you all come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is this Saturday, March 6, 2010 at 5:00 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So now there's no getting our of it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But really, I want to get the word out there that this is not an awkward thing to come to. It really is so fun and you are hanging out with some AWESOME people. I know sometimes things like this can be intimidating, but I really want you to know that we would love to see you there. Even if you can't be there for the whole time, just come for a little bit and see what good things are going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm talking to you Kristin, Chloe, Brittany, Britney, Christine and anyone else who reads this! Come! You will be so happy you did :) And I promise you will be touched. If you're in need of some inspiration, you know where to be Saturday night :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7179474765519451385?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7179474765519451385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7179474765519451385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7179474765519451385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7179474765519451385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/03/club-acitivity.html' title='Club Acitivity'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-8798153894585126155</id><published>2010-02-27T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T20:16:03.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run like the Wind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Hello! Here is our report from the Ragnar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is Brig leaving on his second leg. This one was about 6 and a half miles and he rocked it. He was injured and was unable to complete all three legs so he did his first two and did so well! I am so proud of him!! That is him in the blue shorts and vest taking off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S4nq5rLHYdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/AiIU5SlQzXI/s1600-h/IMG_1251.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S4nq5rLHYdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/AiIU5SlQzXI/s400/IMG_1251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443139901216743890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is us just after my first leg. It was 5.5 miles and was the easiest one of my three! Pardon if I look a little tired... I was :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S4nq4qBLlAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/135ROC5m2Rc/s1600-h/IMG_1247.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S4nq4qBLlAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/135ROC5m2Rc/s400/IMG_1247.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443139883726771202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Studly husband!!!! There is the sassy man himself. He twitterpates me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S4nq3zHkZMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4SwJlykg8gk/s1600-h/IMG_1249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S4nq3zHkZMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4SwJlykg8gk/s400/IMG_1249.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443139868989613250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And there I am finishing up my first leg. Pardon my tallness, I know I'm a giant. But the girl I handed off to was super teeny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S4nq3KfzTMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CoYS4eCeESM/s1600-h/IMG_1246.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S4nq3KfzTMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CoYS4eCeESM/s400/IMG_1246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443139858085399746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel bad that we didn't get any pics of us other than at these two legs. My first, was my easiest, my second was 7.5 miles and by far the hardest because it was all uphill :( and then my last one was super hard because I was on hardly any sleep and I was already SORE! But oh man did it feel good to cross that finish line and know that I had run my 16.5 miles and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I WAS DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!!! Actually, maybe I am glad that we don't have any pics of that because I am pretty sure I looked poopy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have to say thank you to my sweet husband for complimenting me on the blog :) even though none of it's true! He is so wonderful and I love him! If you're not married yet, try and get a guy like him! &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/5371764758742656606-8798153894585126155?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/8798153894585126155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=8798153894585126155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8798153894585126155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8798153894585126155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-here-is-our-report-from-ragnar.html' title='Run like the Wind!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S4nq5rLHYdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/AiIU5SlQzXI/s72-c/IMG_1251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-3741133859896630103</id><published>2010-02-23T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:38:16.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whimsical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/0/6/1/0/20310160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 459px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i.realone.com/assets/rn/img/0/6/1/0/20310160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was feeling very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jane Austen-y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this morning as I walked to my 7:30 AM class. I could see my breath and feel the cold. That exact type of cold brought back memories of times I had experienced it before. I remember living in London and going to watch my brother Ben play rugby while my mom and I ate sour patch kids-- in that exact cold. I remember being in elementary school and going on "huge" adventures out accross the hills at my school-- in that exact cold. When I felt it this morning, I just wanted to throw out my arms, like Maryann in Sense and Sensibility, and embrace that cold and those wonderful memories of being young and free. But that would have looked goofy, so I just smiled in my heart and remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever been brought back to your childhood through something like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-3741133859896630103?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/3741133859896630103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=3741133859896630103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3741133859896630103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3741133859896630103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/02/whimsical.html' title='Whimsical'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2512626577056757201</id><published>2010-02-19T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:34:50.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't help falling in love with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S371dbJ0H0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/R2ZA5U3vEOE/s1600-h/be+B%26G-193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S371dbJ0H0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/R2ZA5U3vEOE/s400/be+B%26G-193.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440055285764071234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shhh this is Brig sneaking a post on the blog! Sorry this will probably embarrass Emily but... oh well! I want to post about my best friend. I have just been so amazed with my wife these last few weeks. I always knew I was marrying a wonderful woman but the cool part is that she just keeps getting better and better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Loving- When I mentioned that I wanted some new scriptures one night, then next day when I came home from school Emily had a present for me. A new set of scriptures! She is always thinking of me and wants to make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Faithful- Emily has been looking for a job for a while now. In the last few weeks she has been blessed with three job interviews that would have been so cool to get. Each one has not worked out because of her school schedule.  She has shown a lot of faith in seeking out a job and really gets her hope up when it finally seems that the blessing has come, but in the end it does not work out. The cool think though is that she keeps trying and doesn't get down. I think we can all learn from that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Example- Emily pushes me to stay spiritual and to stay with our goal of temple attendance. She really puts first thing first and makes me want to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to adequately show my appreciation for her, there is nothing I could do to pay her back for how much she has given me. Thank you Emmy for being my besty friendy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-2512626577056757201?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2512626577056757201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2512626577056757201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2512626577056757201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2512626577056757201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-help-falling-in-love-with-you.html' title='can&apos;t help falling in love with you'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S371dbJ0H0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/R2ZA5U3vEOE/s72-c/be+B%26G-193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-8966049295398556971</id><published>2010-02-17T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:56:24.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sicky face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://loscuatroojos.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/9456_sick_woman_with_the_flu_walking_around_with_a_runny_nose_and_tissues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 307px;" src="http://loscuatroojos.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/9456_sick_woman_with_the_flu_walking_around_with_a_runny_nose_and_tissues.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever you do, DON'T GET THIS BUG! It is no bueno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-8966049295398556971?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/8966049295398556971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=8966049295398556971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8966049295398556971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8966049295398556971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/02/sicky-face.html' title='sicky face'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7943240233170271032</id><published>2010-02-15T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:04:26.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First off, we are going to be running the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/delsol/index.php"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Del Sol Ragnar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Feb. 26 and 27! My legs are 5.3 miles, 7.1 miles, and 3.4 miles. Brig's are a 7, 8, and 3 miles! We are stoked and kinda nervous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Secondly, I have forgotten about my commitment to write about someone else once a week! So this week's post and subsequent posts will be from my "followers" list!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autumn Dark!! If you want to hear about an amazing person, keep on reading. She has been a friend since Jr. High days at Poston and all through High School. She was always so sweet and kind. She was not a member of the church which was so weird because she totally acted like one! Anyway, she made the decision to be baptized against the will of some of her family and has been an incredible example. She has been through some really tough times, but she has allowed the gospel to pull her through and she has been made stronger because of it. After graduation, she moved to Montana where some of her family were and met Scott Dark, with whom she fell in love! They got married on Jan. 2nd in the Mesa, AZ temple and we had the opportunity to be there with them. It was such a beautiful wedding and we are so happy for her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She really is such an example to me of pushing through hard times by using the gospel and the hope that it brings. She has made the most important decisions of her life very wisely and I repsect her for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Autumn!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful week!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7943240233170271032?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7943240233170271032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7943240233170271032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7943240233170271032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7943240233170271032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-off-we-are-going-to-be-running.html' title='Back in the Saddle again'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7192095670673093217</id><published>2010-02-12T15:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:02:44.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a hard day. I'd appreciate prayers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7192095670673093217?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7192095670673093217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7192095670673093217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7192095670673093217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7192095670673093217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/02/hard-day.html' title='hard day'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-3969143605510335766</id><published>2010-02-07T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:04:45.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club 'n Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past Friday we had our LYF activity! Big thanks to Brig's parents for letting us have it at their house :) And also thank you to Joseph, Brittany, Sarah, Jen, Cami, and anyone else who brought stuff to help out!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a wild game of croquet going on outside and Cade won! Everyone did so well!&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/_XqMh0j071r0/S28V7uv2jVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/liQEvhQpucA/s1600-h/IMG_1208.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S28V7uv2jVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/liQEvhQpucA/s400/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435587391164681554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside, the Wii was going and people were showing their skills with bowling :) Seriously impressive&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/_XqMh0j071r0/S28V7CV27UI/AAAAAAAAAJA/InTZwpm7S-Q/s1600-h/IMG_1211.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S28V7CV27UI/AAAAAAAAAJA/InTZwpm7S-Q/s400/IMG_1211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435587379244494146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner was hot dogs, yummy apple salad by Jen, chips and dessert was sugar cookies! Everyone got to frost and sprinklify their own and it didn't turn out too messy! which is a miracle :)&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S28V64v1TGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TxfOV5Hn7Ug/s1600-h/IMG_1199.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S28V64v1TGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TxfOV5Hn7Ug/s400/IMG_1199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435587376669084770" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a different note, here is a picture of the homemade Clif bars we've been making. They have choc. chips even though you can't really see them. They are really yummy and money-saving too! Double score! So, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://enlightenedcooking.blogspot.com/2008/06/homemade-cliff-bars-no-bake.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is a link to the recipe, but I will tell you what I do differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S28V6WzbsJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZLsMXiDXULc/s1600-h/IMG_1197.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S28V6WzbsJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZLsMXiDXULc/s400/IMG_1197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435587367557378194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, first of all make sure you do not go over on the amount of dry stuff, because it will be too dry. SO go easy on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second, I use honey, not brown rice syrup. If you have brown rice syrup, then go for that but I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put a little bit more nut butter, just to make it a bit more moist. The first time we did it, it came out a little dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, do NOT put it in the fridge right away. The texture is way better if you just leave them out for a while or the entire time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bon appetit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, ten points to my fabulous cousin Shawnda for getting the movie quote right. It was Heavyweights!!! You are a woman after my own heart :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-3969143605510335766?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/3969143605510335766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=3969143605510335766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3969143605510335766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3969143605510335766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-past-friday-we-had-our-lyf.html' title='Club &apos;n Stuff'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S28V7uv2jVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/liQEvhQpucA/s72-c/IMG_1208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7189272682078181582</id><published>2010-02-03T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:24:42.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This pleases me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ten points to whoever can tell me what movie this post's title is quoted from??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alameda.files.wordpress.com/2006/08/clif_bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 186px;" src="http://alameda.files.wordpress.com/2006/08/clif_bar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day, Brig and I were at the grocery store and were looking at energy bars. We love Clif bars but they are over a dollar a piece! So, looking at the ingredient list, I said "Hon, I think we could make these!" "Genius! That's why I love you." was Brig's reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we went on home without spending a small fortune and we created our very own! Actually, that's a lie, we got a sweet recipe from a website but I did change some things up, so I take credit for it. The first batch was peanut butter, and the second was peanut butter choc. chip (wayyyy better than the first b/c that was when I changed some stuff up.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anyone wants it, I will post the recipe. If not, just revel in my success!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7189272682078181582?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7189272682078181582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7189272682078181582' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7189272682078181582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7189272682078181582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-pleases-me.html' title='This pleases me'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-3185022346046100508</id><published>2010-02-01T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:30:48.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday=FOOD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhhh it's nice getting comments. Thanks for the love people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, yesterday, Sunday, was a day of rest for everything other than my poor stomach :( This is what the schedule looked like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8:30 AM- yummy homemade Clif bars (will post about later because more experimenting is needed.. but they are good let me tell you!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12:00 PM- linner (lunch+dinner=linner) was BBQ beef sandwiches for 8(&lt;i&gt;including missionaries, investigator, other couple etc.... I don't count Brig and I as 8 people, although sometimes I wish I could&lt;/i&gt;)! Lots of meat to shred but totally worth it! And I saved half a roast for us :) ya! and salad, and scotcharoos, and chips. So lots of yumminess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3:00- Jeremy Ashcroft had his farewell and invited us over for Mexican food.. and who says no to Mexican food? Certainly not us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then the rest of the day was snacky time. mmmmmm happy day :) But I think I should do that only once a week or less :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you had a wonderul SUNday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-3185022346046100508?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/3185022346046100508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=3185022346046100508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3185022346046100508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3185022346046100508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/02/sundayfood.html' title='Sunday=FOOD!!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-1684145696673482378</id><published>2010-01-30T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:23:56.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOCK...yeah...ING....yeah...BIRD...yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright here we go! I don't know if any of you really care, but I'm sorry for not blogging for a while. But here is what has been going down today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We garaged saled it up this morning and found some sweet stuff (I know.. there is this recurring theme in our saturday mornings. That's what happens when you are newly married and are living on a budget :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got, among other things, a cd rack for all our cd's that have eaten the dvd drawer alive. Well, we went through them and found a ton (at least 48) that we already had on the compy so we tossed them. And I mean, literally, we tossed them!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S2SE9pfDElI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QEztd3VhQdg/s1600-h/IMG_1190.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S2SE9pfDElI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QEztd3VhQdg/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432613245158625874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S2SE86abWDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WLy2u28mRWQ/s1600-h/IMG_1189.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S2SE86abWDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WLy2u28mRWQ/s400/IMG_1189.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432613232522778674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Briggers beat me though, those things fly so unpredictably! Definitely gotta try it some time, when you're really really bored :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S2SE8dyUE7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Xv6y9L-eC38/s1600-h/IMG_1191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S2SE8dyUE7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Xv6y9L-eC38/s400/IMG_1191.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432613224838337458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may remember the old white friend we bought a couple weeks ago? Well here she is!! The finished product. Sorry about the sun spots, the blinds were open, I promise the paint job really isn't that gross! hah but we L-O-V-E it! Lots more room for &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; our clothes (sarcasm) but yes it is more spacious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S2SE7mQAZ2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vVlIGl8weEs/s1600-h/IMG_1174.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S2SE7mQAZ2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vVlIGl8weEs/s400/IMG_1174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432613209930491746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here is the fabulous Mr. Nicoll sanding like a fiend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S2SE6_oU3DI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ea5fgryuWn4/s1600-h/IMG_1171.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S2SE6_oU3DI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ea5fgryuWn4/s400/IMG_1171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432613199563512882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there's the wife... who put a picture of her up anyway???&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;P.S. I see all these blogs with like 35 comments on the posts and makes me wonder where ya'll are! I would like to think that more than 2 people read my blog. But maybe I'm living a lie???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-1684145696673482378?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/1684145696673482378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=1684145696673482378' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/1684145696673482378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/1684145696673482378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/01/alright-here-we-go-i-dont-know-if-any.html' title='MOCK...yeah...ING....yeah...BIRD...yeah'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S2SE9pfDElI/AAAAAAAAAIo/QEztd3VhQdg/s72-c/IMG_1190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-4454906696132006456</id><published>2010-01-18T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:07:43.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S1SFyLtlz3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/1p9jRPYI-TI/s1600-h/ethan.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S1SFyLtlz3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/1p9jRPYI-TI/s400/ethan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428110548072255346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday marked a year that Ethan has been gone. (I feel like I just did a post like this...). My mom, dad, Cade, Colby, Atley, and Camden, and Brig and me went to the cemetary and then we joined my grandma and uncle at the Cheesecake Factory (one of Ethy's favorite places) and ate there in honor of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss him so much and had a hard night last night thinking about him. The last time I saw him alive was on Thursday, Jan 15, 2009 when I was about to leave to go through the temple. I went to say bye to him and he had tears in his eyes when he told me he would give anything to go with me but he was just too sick. It broke my heart. I didn't see him at all the next day, and at around 7 a.m. the next morning (saturday) he slipped away in his sleep. My dad came and got me from work, I called Brig and we spent the day with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have some regrets. Sometimes I wish I had been more patient with him, done more for him without complaining. But I know that he is happy, and that makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for listening, it helps to talk about it.&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/5371764758742656606-4454906696132006456?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/4454906696132006456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=4454906696132006456' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/4454906696132006456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/4454906696132006456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/01/ethan.html' title='Ethan'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S1SFyLtlz3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/1p9jRPYI-TI/s72-c/ethan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-1416013564367438968</id><published>2010-01-16T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:17:51.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Treasure!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lady in our ward is moving out to Queen Creek and was having a garage sale. She lives right down the street so we popped over there this morning to see if there was anything good. And we found this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S1IBXkeg8SI/AAAAAAAAAH4/d2g2g2nINQs/s1600-h/IMG_1169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S1IBXkeg8SI/AAAAAAAAAH4/d2g2g2nINQs/s400/IMG_1169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427402005375152418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's super dirty right now but I can't wait to clean it up and paint it! We are gonna take off the door and put some shelves in there. It should be sassy! I'll blog the "after" results when I get it done! My first real homey project!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-1416013564367438968?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/1416013564367438968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=1416013564367438968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/1416013564367438968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/1416013564367438968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/01/white-treasure.html' title='White Treasure!!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S1IBXkeg8SI/AAAAAAAAAH4/d2g2g2nINQs/s72-c/IMG_1169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7760274325459098832</id><published>2010-01-13T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:49:46.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, lots of catching up to do! I rarely have the compy to myself to upload pics, so here we go!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few days after Christmas, we took a hike with a group of people up the Peralta Trail in the Superstitions. It ended in a beautiful view of Weaver's Needle! We definitely recommend this hike because it is so beautiful and not that difficult :) Especially when it's cool out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S04D5Tl-CoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/P_H0wiF7yUg/s400/IMG_1095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, on Saturday the 9th, we had our January LYF activity and, let me tell you, it was a blast!!!! The night before Brig and I went up to Strawberry and got some snow in coolers to bring down. Then we got everyone together and had a snowball fight in the backyard! Some people were a little hesitant at first... ahem Cara :) but then got into it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S04Epad6chI/AAAAAAAAAHY/I38cc2vgm6I/s400/IMG_1103.JPG" /&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;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S04EpwblUzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lAm_CPIwKNI/s400/IMG_1118.JPG" /&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;After lots of fun and lots of cold hands, we built a fire in the pit and made s'mores! My favorite (that was my dinner!) This pic is about half of everybody. Then we played madlibs... funniest game ever! They loved it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S04EqqEBxMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vfQMvlyrII0/s1600-h/IMG_1126.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S04EqqEBxMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vfQMvlyrII0/s400/IMG_1126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426279731920225474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last activity for the night was and UNO tournament!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S04ErF_IRNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/SRQWV-vGISI/s1600-h/IMG_1130.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/_XqMh0j071r0/S04ErF_IRNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/SRQWV-vGISI/s400/IMG_1130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426279739415872722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to everyone who came and played with us! Special thanks to Scott and Jen for bringing s'more stuff and Joseph Gardner and Sarah Steiner for giving rides!! We love you and can't wait to see you next month!! Mark your calendars!&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/5371764758742656606-7760274325459098832?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7760274325459098832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7760274325459098832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7760274325459098832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7760274325459098832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/01/recent-stuff.html' title='Recent Stuff'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/S04D5Tl-CoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/P_H0wiF7yUg/s72-c/IMG_1095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-3450484221004111233</id><published>2010-01-06T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:13:40.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute</title><content type='html'>I have decided that, once a week, I will do a post that is a tribute to someone I know and love! Why? Because I need something other than my monotone life to blog about. (Or I need to spice up my life a bit... kinda risky). No, it's not that my life is horribly boring (which it most certainly is NOT!), it's just that I would rather talk to you all about people other than me! Kapish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Person Number One is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fabulous cousin Jamilyn Haban!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up, Jamilyn and her family lived in Payson and we lived in crazy places so we didn't know each other very well. Plus, she was older than me so I was the little squirt :) The first time I really remember talking with her and being with her was at her wedding in 2004 (I think that's the right year). Anyway she was so beautiful and she married the sweetest man named Kameron and has the sweetest baby boy named Kason. This last August, Kameron died. He had been in the hospital for a long time and it was really hard on both him and Jamilyn and also Kason although I'm sure he didn't really understand what was going on. When I heard about Kameron I just cried and cried for Jamilyn. I hurt so bad knowing the hurt she was feeling. I couldn't imagine losing my eternal companion. But you know what? I don't think they have any regrets because they loved each other so fully and they appreciated each other. And that is what I'm trying to do in my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her strength has and continues to amaze me. She is a beautiful and strong woman who is being made stronger through the fires of adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jamilyn and, if you want, you can click on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://habanfundraiser.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; link to a fundraising project for Jami and Kason. It's definitely a worthy cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-3450484221004111233?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/3450484221004111233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=3450484221004111233' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3450484221004111233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3450484221004111233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2010/01/tribute.html' title='Tribute'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-4547469361154591725</id><published>2009-12-26T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:56:37.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland and Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SzZMzZvKpfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nfZHYwMRzOE/s1600-h/IMG_1055.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/_XqMh0j071r0/SzZMzZvKpfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nfZHYwMRzOE/s400/IMG_1055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419603647552726514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together again! Robert is here to visit for Christmas and the three amigos are back together (with their Mac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SzZMzJKic7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/tO8B-hyKib4/s1600-h/IMG_1054.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/_XqMh0j071r0/SzZMzJKic7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/tO8B-hyKib4/s400/IMG_1054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419603643104129970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the happiest thing about this Christmas! LOTR baby! I know we are nerds. We even got eachother the same LOTR movie (Return of the King) so we had to give one to Andrew! But honestly if you haven't seen these you are missing out in a major way on some really inspirational stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SzZMyg0M3kI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3H_a9ij9RHI/s1600-h/IMG_1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SzZMyg0M3kI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3H_a9ij9RHI/s400/IMG_1045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419603632273022530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigham was so stinkin brave and went on the Tower of Terror with me! This is my favorite ride and I'm so happy Brig likes it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SzZMyAAIZGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Dwz8M421law/s1600-h/IMG_1035.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/_XqMh0j071r0/SzZMyAAIZGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Dwz8M421law/s400/IMG_1035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419603623464690786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sister and her hubby! Aren't they cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SzZMx1B83hI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XbZA8tEdQvA/s1600-h/IMG_1041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SzZMx1B83hI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XbZA8tEdQvA/s400/IMG_1041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419603620519534098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the famous Disney churro.... cant live without 'em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip and Christmas were a blast but most of all, I'm grateful for our Savior this Christmas. He is the reason for the celebration and we love Him! Happy Holidays!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-4547469361154591725?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/4547469361154591725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=4547469361154591725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/4547469361154591725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/4547469361154591725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/12/disneyland-and-christmas.html' title='Disneyland and Christmas!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SzZMzZvKpfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nfZHYwMRzOE/s72-c/IMG_1055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-4937230366047141924</id><published>2009-12-18T17:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:15:08.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>It was raining a little bit so my hair is a little crazy! But it was way fun to be out there and the lighting was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SywojFcZMgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4AZEEZndmns/s1600-h/Nicoll09_66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SywojFcZMgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4AZEEZndmns/s400/Nicoll09_66.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416749035041665538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SywoijpzhlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9upiTzJ4R4M/s1600-h/Nicoll09_62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SywoijpzhlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9upiTzJ4R4M/s400/Nicoll09_62.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416749025971111506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SywoiJQh0OI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xElO4-bWSUI/s1600-h/Nicoll09_59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SywoiJQh0OI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xElO4-bWSUI/s400/Nicoll09_59.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416749018885771490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SywohinHrdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zSifJ2BbSAU/s1600-h/Nicoll09_53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SywohinHrdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zSifJ2BbSAU/s400/Nicoll09_53.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416749008511544786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SywohNFE4II/AAAAAAAAAF4/xLVRm4w_GkU/s1600-h/Nicoll09_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SywohNFE4II/AAAAAAAAAF4/xLVRm4w_GkU/s400/Nicoll09_14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416749002731610242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-4937230366047141924?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/4937230366047141924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=4937230366047141924' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/4937230366047141924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/4937230366047141924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-family-pictures.html' title='New Family Pictures!!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SywojFcZMgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4AZEEZndmns/s72-c/Nicoll09_66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7850429394445775660</id><published>2009-12-17T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:55:19.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All done!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finals are done! Yipee! It's been a hard semester for us but we did it and now we are free!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize I haven't put many pictures up lately so here's a couple random ones :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SyphUZNomrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RwONsassugk/s1600-h/Nicoll:Ellsworth_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SyphUZNomrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RwONsassugk/s400/Nicoll:Ellsworth_25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416248504859794098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was after he shoved the cake in my face... I wasn't very happy! haha&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;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Syph5tOeXBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lL_DefP9KnQ/s400/IMG_0462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was in London when we finally found platform 9 and 3/4!!! Actually, we never really did find it but we did find platforms 9 and 10! I like this picture :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Holiday Break everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7850429394445775660?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7850429394445775660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7850429394445775660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7850429394445775660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7850429394445775660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-done.html' title='All done!!!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SyphUZNomrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RwONsassugk/s72-c/Nicoll:Ellsworth_25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-3692127539386026294</id><published>2009-12-07T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:17:22.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BRIGHAM!!! Here is a post of 23 things I love about the Briggles. I am using the number 23 because that's how old he is... not that it is his birthday or anything I just wanted to do a post about him and 23 things came to mind! So, here we go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. He takes out stinky garbage when all I can do is sit there and plug my nose and whine until he gets the hint and takes it out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. He lets me win at Checkers, even though I am unbelievably horrible at it. He still finds a way to let me win! I'm pretty sure that's really hard to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. He sometimes steals the blog and writes things about me that make my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. His freckles :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. He loves the food I cook, even though I'm pretty sure some of it is nuclear waste or something. Thanks for smiling your way through it babe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. We can have really deep talks and the next minute we're goofing off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. The squirrel voice. For whoever has heard it, you know what I mean! Funniest thing ever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. He LOVES Christmas just as much as I do! And that is A LOT!! And it makes me so happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. He is a smarty pants. Like really the kid can study like nobody's business and retain it! I wish I could do that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. He loves he gospel and I love that he loves the gospel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. He still talks about his mission and how much he loved it! I love mission stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. He is a hard worker. He is quite the handy man. Also, when we were in TX this summer, it was really hard work but I hardly ever heard him complain. I would just sit and think "there is no way I could ever do that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. He loves Lord of the Rings just as much as I do! That pretty much sealed the deal :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. He loves Harry Potter just as much as I do! That pretty much double sealed the deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. We can read Shakespeare plays together, accents and all, and not even laugh at each other!... much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. He loves his family and is so stinkin good with rowdy boys, which the Nicoll family has aplenty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. He is tender! Don't worry babe I won't tell them how you cried in "Up" when the grandma dies... oh wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. We have dance parties... that's right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. He married me in the temple which I looooooove!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. He sometimes leaves me sweet notes on my pillow or on the bulletin board in the office. Those are the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. He stuck with me through all my moodiness and breaking up with him! And I'm so happy he did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. He does yoga with me... and then rubs my back when I stretch a little too far :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. He is my best friend in the whole world!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Brig!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-3692127539386026294?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/3692127539386026294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=3692127539386026294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3692127539386026294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3692127539386026294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-love-of.html' title='For the love of....'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7581789381111994433</id><published>2009-12-02T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:52:40.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the 4-year anniversary of Ben's death. I miss him so much and I just wanted to take this time to honor him and recognize him. He is the best brother I could ever ask for. He blessed my life in every way and since his death, he continues to do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's interesting how the pain never goes away. I thought for sure by now that it would have eased up a bit but it hasn't. There are always things that remind me of him, especially music. And red Jeep Wranglers. And Marine Corp stickers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I know where he is and that he is with Ethan right now and looking down wanting us to be happy. And that's what I try to do everyday. Because he is where he is, he gives me a goal to get there and to be with him and the rest of my family forever and ever. I just hope I can be good enough to live with him someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7581789381111994433?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7581789381111994433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7581789381111994433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7581789381111994433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7581789381111994433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/12/remembering-ben.html' title='remembering Ben'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-6137412520800454608</id><published>2009-11-30T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:11:24.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boooooring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am at school so I have no access to pictures but I looked and I hadn't updated the blog for 2 whole weeks! Unacceptable! So this post will be boring without any fun pictures. I apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun things that have happened in the past two weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cami got engaged!! To Ammon Nielsen! Fun Fun! For the story go&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//myfriendni.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jen and Scott are in their new house!! yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kayla Nielsen is home from her mission!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get to speak and play a piano solo for the Christmas Sacrament Meeting. nad sing in Relief Society! And prepare for finals. I am in high stress mode right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's december tomorrow and that means Christmas!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-6137412520800454608?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/6137412520800454608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=6137412520800454608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6137412520800454608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6137412520800454608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/11/boooooring.html' title='Boooooring!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-5606264126924840925</id><published>2009-11-14T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:11:33.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Smackdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning, Brig and I competed in the Nicoll/Nielsen Open against Cami and Ammon. It was intense!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Sv8NPVjYeHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wnBYCNaEddE/s1600-h/IMG_0998.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Sv8NPVjYeHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wnBYCNaEddE/s400/IMG_0998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404052635002632306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our competition. They were pretty tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Sv8Navh36rI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ETKFgbKu_Qk/s400/IMG_1003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404052830954187442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a long hard competition, they bested us 7 games to 6. Sad day :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just kidding! Thanks Cami and Ammon for a fabulous morning of laughing and whacking!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-5606264126924840925?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/5606264126924840925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=5606264126924840925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5606264126924840925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5606264126924840925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/11/tennis-smackdown.html' title='Tennis Smackdown'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Sv8NPVjYeHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wnBYCNaEddE/s72-c/IMG_0998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-5136353267892844118</id><published>2009-11-11T19:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:31:43.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;This is Emily's husband and I just wanted everyone to know how super awesome of a wife I have. &lt;div&gt;I will just give a few evidences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. She brought me home some yummy foods from the grocery store. Two words, APPLE DAPPLES! It's some good stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Svt8ayCPd3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ee4stgbi1AM/s400/IMG_0993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403048977510659954" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is even loaded with Iron, Zinc and calcium! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2. She keeps me motivated to run. Emily and I are having a running contest to see who can get to 15 miles first. Well, she is ahead of me right now. This is a shot of the nike+ website where we track how far we run. She is at 12.87 and I am at 9.05. Little does she know I am gonna wake up at 5:00 am and run 6 miles before work and wipe the floor with her! The loser has to buy the other one ice cream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Svt9eWkiLuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RzhICAg8iao/s400/IMG_0996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403050138369404642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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;#3 She is the sweetest person I have ever met! Today she went and got a gift card to get a pedicure for my sister Jen because she has a new born baby and her 2.5 year old to watch. Then we went over there and Emily held little baby Mack for a while. She's gonna be a good mama someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Svt-ey7Y9WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/a5_Nu81F4b8/s1600-h/IMG_0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Svt-ey7Y9WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/a5_Nu81F4b8/s400/IMG_0990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403051245493089634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 She is my best friend in the whole world and always supports me in everything I do, and she is the most smartest girl I know and she is the most beautifulest girl I have ever seen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Svt_68EnORI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yaelfOVZISY/s1600-h/IMG_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Svt_68EnORI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yaelfOVZISY/s400/IMG_0769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403052828495657234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for being my wife Emmy, I salute you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Brig&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/5371764758742656606-5136353267892844118?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/5136353267892844118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=5136353267892844118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5136353267892844118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5136353267892844118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-emilys-husband-and-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Svt8ayCPd3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ee4stgbi1AM/s72-c/IMG_0993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-3980114656058424262</id><published>2009-11-10T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:43:27.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been having a rough couple days. It seems I do badly on everything I try to do well. It's a good thing we have Wednesday off of school. And then some bad news yesterday made it even worse! I hate to be pity partier but these are some things I wish I were better at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having a healthy body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing better on tests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being a better wife (I haven't been grocery shopping for a while...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being stronger when sad thoughts come to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being better at sports!&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;And a whole lot more! Sorry if this seems like a weird post but I'm trying to use this more as my journal rather than just a blog, so I gotta say how I feel. I'm sure I'll learn something from all this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-3980114656058424262?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/3980114656058424262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=3980114656058424262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3980114656058424262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3980114656058424262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-been-having-rough-couple-days.html' title='Journal Entry'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-3145300805218260228</id><published>2009-11-04T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:10:28.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelahenrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s an awesome link to an awesome lady who makes &lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt; jewelry!!! &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 thankful for a month of thankfulness!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-3145300805218260228?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/3145300805218260228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=3145300805218260228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3145300805218260228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3145300805218260228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-giveaway.html' title='November giveaway!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-3009848094633231069</id><published>2009-10-30T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:58:36.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another "Love, your Friend" Activity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeehaw! Tonight is our second club activity and we are so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are just a couple pictures from our last activity and it was fabulous! If you want to be a part of it, just comment here! We have a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dobQURbzkzI/SutE855fnQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tu0_ezgmxOs/s1600-h/lyfarmwrestling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dobQURbzkzI/SutE855fnQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tu0_ezgmxOs/s320/lyfarmwrestling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398484391458479362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dobQURbzkzI/SutE8hUSemI/AAAAAAAAABI/RiPrNeDLRzQ/s1600-h/lyfbrig%26yvonne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dobQURbzkzI/SutE8hUSemI/AAAAAAAAABI/RiPrNeDLRzQ/s320/lyfbrig%26yvonne.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398484384859978338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-3009848094633231069?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/3009848094633231069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=3009848094633231069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3009848094633231069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3009848094633231069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-love-your-friend-activity.html' title='Another &quot;Love, your Friend&quot; Activity!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dobQURbzkzI/SutE855fnQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tu0_ezgmxOs/s72-c/lyfarmwrestling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-470266713120886702</id><published>2009-10-25T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:21:35.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip back East!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Thursday, Brig, Camden (Brother-in-law), Atley (sister), and myself flew out to Ohio to meet my parents who had been there since Monday. We landed in Cleveland and drove for about four hours to get to Palmyra where the rest of the fam was. We did Palmyra on Friday so here are some pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUfWJupZcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OEluPqavnHw/s1600-h/IMG_0895.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/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUfWJupZcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OEluPqavnHw/s400/IMG_0895.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396754193902560706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one was at the Hill Cumorah Monument. Talk about a steep and beautiful hill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUfVu96cGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aUmWwNSd4QE/s1600-h/IMG_0875.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/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUfVu96cGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aUmWwNSd4QE/s400/IMG_0875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396754186718834786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the Grandin printing press where the first 5,000 copies of the Book of Mormon were printed. The sister there took us through the process and I couldn't believe how much effort was put into a single copy let alone 5,000!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUfVXPCldI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZAasAok57Y4/s1600-h/IMG_0866.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/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUfVXPCldI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZAasAok57Y4/s400/IMG_0866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396754180348220882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the sacred grove. The spirit there was so wonderful and we didn't want to leave! I loved it so much and my testimony of Joseph Smith grew so much. I know he was a prophet called of God.&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&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUfVLH1ITI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tXUhL5l__c0/s400/IMG_0838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396754177096753458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this one is the bedroom where the Angel Moroni appeared to Joseph 4 times in one night. It was really interesting because the missionaries said that in all the paintings we see of that event it looks as if Joseph is the only one in the room, but actually there were about 6 or 7 people sleeping there with 3 or 4 to a bed! But no one else woke up on that night :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Friday in Palmyra, we woke up on Sat. and went to Kirtland! I loved Kirtland so much; the spirit there was so wonderful. I didn't want to ever leave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is my whole family (minus my two oldest brothers. I'm sure they were with us though :) ). It is the Johnson Farm where Emma and Joseph lived. By carriage or sled, it is about a day's journey to Kirtland so they were pretty far away. If you remember the tar-and-feathering story this is where it all happened. The mob said they were sure Joe Smith wouldn't be up preaching the next day (they did it on a Sat. night) but he crawled home, had his wife pick tar, feathers, and skin off of his body and preached on Sunday morning (some of the mob were even in the congregation). Joseph Smith is such a wonderful example of faith and courage to me. I learned to love him so much on this trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUibVxpJsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wZOQGx5Cy1E/s400/IMG_0952.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396757581570582210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is the School of the Prophets. Pres. Hinckley said this place, along with any other place that the Father and Son have appeared are the most sacred places on earth! It was so neat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUia-B6GTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Tklfke5nbdI/s400/IMG_0924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396757575196350770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is the Newel K Whitney store where Joseph and Emma stayed for a while. These people were so incredible and gave up everything for the kingdom. they inspired me so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUg_3JTVRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0X37dIxJvds/s400/IMG_0918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396756009980220690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-470266713120886702?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/470266713120886702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=470266713120886702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/470266713120886702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/470266713120886702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-trip-back-east.html' title='Our trip back East!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUfWJupZcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OEluPqavnHw/s72-c/IMG_0895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-5278179599951271302</id><published>2009-10-25T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:53:52.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Roast!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Tonight, I am happy to announce my first ever roast! I avoided it for seven and a half months but I couldn't escape it any longer so without further ado.... The Roast!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUdGtdXbFI/AAAAAAAAADs/jX-9OaFmYxA/s1600-h/IMG_0957.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/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUdGtdXbFI/AAAAAAAAADs/jX-9OaFmYxA/s400/IMG_0957.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396751729592593490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5371764758742656606-5278179599951271302?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/5278179599951271302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=5278179599951271302' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5278179599951271302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5278179599951271302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-roast.html' title='My First Roast!!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuUdGtdXbFI/AAAAAAAAADs/jX-9OaFmYxA/s72-c/IMG_0957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-5330779812929642696</id><published>2009-10-23T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:29:45.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pictures Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I finally got access to our wedding pictures! Hooray! I know it's all kinda lost its excitement since it was almost 8 whole months ago (crazy!) but here are just a few that I liked! I have over 300! Yippee skippy! I'm a happy girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuIDc5UtafI/AAAAAAAAADk/dC-s-YmAzvY/s1600-h/be+B%26G-215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuIDc5UtafI/AAAAAAAAADk/dC-s-YmAzvY/s400/be+B%26G-215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395879098502179314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this one might be my fav out of all of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuIDcvZFh4I/AAAAAAAAADc/1_hqICoKZUI/s1600-h/be+B%26G-210.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuIDcvZFh4I/AAAAAAAAADc/1_hqICoKZUI/s1600-h/be+B%26G-210.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuIDcvZFh4I/AAAAAAAAADc/1_hqICoKZUI/s400/be+B%26G-210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395879095836182402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuIDcFcBiSI/AAAAAAAAADU/s1BMZEJCNFs/s1600-h/be+B%26G-125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuIDcFcBiSI/AAAAAAAAADU/s1BMZEJCNFs/s400/be+B%26G-125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395879084574214434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuIDb0E3NrI/AAAAAAAAADM/7OzYKJtWNBo/s1600-h/be+B%26G-063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuIDb0E3NrI/AAAAAAAAADM/7OzYKJtWNBo/s400/be+B%26G-063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395879079913666226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuIDbZkdxaI/AAAAAAAAADE/1BTjHlBvdvw/s1600-h/be+B%26G-022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuIDbZkdxaI/AAAAAAAAADE/1BTjHlBvdvw/s400/be+B%26G-022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395879072798459298" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5371764758742656606-5330779812929642696?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/5330779812929642696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=5330779812929642696' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5330779812929642696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5330779812929642696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-pictures-finally.html' title='Wedding Pictures Finally!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SuIDc5UtafI/AAAAAAAAADk/dC-s-YmAzvY/s72-c/be+B%26G-215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-8753789583613272672</id><published>2009-10-21T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:30:55.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Ray is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mack Thomas Ray was born this morning!!! Congratulations to Jen and Scott (my SIL and BIL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have any of you ever seen 7 Brides for 7 Brothers? When Mack was born I talked to Brig and all I could think about was when Gideon says "I'm an uncle..." and passes out on the floor!!! Yayayayay!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-8753789583613272672?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/8753789583613272672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=8753789583613272672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8753789583613272672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8753789583613272672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-ray-is-here.html' title='Baby Ray is here!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7388316365604974340</id><published>2009-10-13T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:43:36.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cami&lt;/span&gt; and to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Laurie&lt;/span&gt;! I'm late on Laurie's and early on Cami's so I figure it evens out right? Anyways, I think I have the best mother-in-law (Laurie) and SIL's (Cami and Jen) ever! Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1)They are super fun to be around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2)I get to see Cami at school sometimes and its a happy day when that happens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3)Jen does hair! Very well I might add :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4)Mom (Laurie) is so sweet and just makes me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love them and am so grateful for them! Happy birthday Mom and  Cami!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em And Brig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7388316365604974340?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7388316365604974340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7388316365604974340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7388316365604974340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7388316365604974340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-6664620521387369494</id><published>2009-10-08T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:18:51.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doogie Houser?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of people say Brig looks like this guy right here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Ss5xiFV4vLI/AAAAAAAAACI/D3MPvY23mYQ/s1600-h/doogiehowser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Ss5xiFV4vLI/AAAAAAAAACI/D3MPvY23mYQ/s400/doogiehowser.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390370634372529330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me this and I didn't believe him until the cashier at Wal-Mart was like "ya know, you look a lot like Doogie Howser! Has anyone ever told you that?" He looked triumphantly at me, then turned back to the cashier and said sweetly "why, yes in fact lots of people have."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I think my hubby is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt; better looking :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Ss5zCYJ9jfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_Z80M5mfx9s/s400/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390372288690228722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5371764758742656606-6664620521387369494?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/6664620521387369494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=6664620521387369494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6664620521387369494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6664620521387369494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/10/doogie-houser.html' title='Doogie Houser?'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Ss5xiFV4vLI/AAAAAAAAACI/D3MPvY23mYQ/s72-c/doogiehowser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-6627960343735300553</id><published>2009-09-28T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:00:58.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SsF4XYTlztI/AAAAAAAAACA/u9mJd7m_Yg4/s1600-h/Brig%26Emily09_color_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SsF4XYTlztI/AAAAAAAAACA/u9mJd7m_Yg4/s400/Brig%26Emily09_color_21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386718972368768722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't think that my lovely wife Emily knows how to put pictures on our blog, so I will do us all a favor and put of beautiful pictures of her so that everyone can look at her. &lt;div&gt;Yesterday Emily made me some chicken noodle soup. But get this...... the noodles were homemade! And Scrumdidilyumpcious! SO Anyway, I love Emily yesiree and we are a happy family!&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/5371764758742656606-6627960343735300553?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/6627960343735300553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=6627960343735300553' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6627960343735300553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6627960343735300553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-dont-think-that-my-lovely-wife.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/SsF4XYTlztI/AAAAAAAAACA/u9mJd7m_Yg4/s72-c/Brig%26Emily09_color_21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2443137908368213833</id><published>2009-09-27T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:37:12.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love, Your Friend"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday, the "Love, Your Friend" Club had its first activity. I want to tell you the story behind the name of the club:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few months ago when Brig and I were trying to come up with names for this club, we were just writing word after word of concepts that we wanted to incorporate into the club. We had some really good words but couldn't figure out how to piece them together to make a name that made a statement. After a while of sitting there we started to get &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; creative (and by creative I mean goofy!) Anyway, we were talking about one of Brig's good friends in high school who has since passed away. her name was Ronnie. She was severely disabled (wheelchair, trach, the works) and absolutely fell in love with Brig. They became fast friends and she would write him letters all the time. Especially while Brig was on his mission. She passed away while Brig was in Argentina. Brig showed me some pictures of her and you can just feel the spirit even by just looking at a picture. She was a special girl. She touched Brig's life and has touched mine. While we were thinking about names I thought of the words "Love, Your Friend". We thought about it and didn't know if it would work. But the more we thought about it the more we liked it. Then, a few nights later we were going through some of Brig's letters from his mission and came accross some from Ronnie. She had drawn pictures and written love notes :) And at the end of the letter were the words "Love, Your Friend". I couldn't believe it! She had actually written those same words and we didn't even know it! It was such a sweet experience that I will never forget. So there's the name of club!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a club for special needs kids and those without special needs alike. We exist to make friends, serve others, and have tons of fun!! We are so grateful for all the help we had on Sat. night! This has been a dream of Brig's for a long time and I'm so happy to see it come true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next month we weill be having another activity, so come and see what we're all about!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-2443137908368213833?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2443137908368213833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2443137908368213833' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2443137908368213833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2443137908368213833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-your-friend.html' title='&quot;Love, Your Friend&quot;'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-8385079636108244045</id><published>2009-09-26T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:13:16.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Activity Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the activity!! We are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;so super&lt;/span&gt; excited to start this up and hopefully help out some sweet kids! I know we'll have fun! If you wanna know what I'm talking about, I don't have time to explain it right now but I will at a later date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-8385079636108244045?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/8385079636108244045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=8385079636108244045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8385079636108244045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8385079636108244045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/09/activity-day.html' title='Activity Day!!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-498271091484099958</id><published>2009-09-15T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:21:22.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a..... what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, that's right I am an exercise and wellness major. Not that this is a strange major, but I'm almost positive the thought "she's not even fit!" just popped into your head.&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 working on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During FHE last night, Brig gave the lesson and I sat contently listening until I heard the words "we should get up at 5". Then I wasn't so content anymore. But then came the reasoning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can get our scriptures read and have that checked off the to-do list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can run.... hinting at my not being fit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can say our prayers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can have a good, healthy breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can make lunch so we don't starve at school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These made sense to me because mornings around here can be a little chaotic. And we don't even have kids yet!! So this morning, the alarm rang at 5.... and we hit the snooze button :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we got up at 5:40 and went for a little jog during which I felt like my heart was being squozen (is that a word? it is now!). I am NOT in shape. Oh the good old days when I used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, we got home, showered, made waffles, and I sent Brig off to work while I got ready for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me tell you it felt so good!! And I'm not even tired today! I could get used to this early business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shout out to Jen for doing my hair! I looove it! I would post a picture but my face is not cute and the hair is air-dried... so not yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love our life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-498271091484099958?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/498271091484099958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=498271091484099958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/498271091484099958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/498271091484099958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-what.html' title='You&apos;re a..... what?'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-8789686404697266073</id><published>2009-09-02T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:06:41.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Sp6XY9YURMI/AAAAAAAAABw/s92IzrKCpGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Sp6XY9YURMI/AAAAAAAAABw/s92IzrKCpGQ/s400/IMG_0307.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376901460176159938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my beautiful wife!! I love her!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the night we went ring shopping for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Sp6WqsBI66I/AAAAAAAAABo/SkrK57Z0a1w/s1600-h/IMG_0368.jpg"&gt;I can't believe I am actually posting on a blog. I feel so....so......bloggy. Anyway I hope Emily doesn't beat me up for infringing upon the P.W.P.F.M.W. rule (posting without permission from my wife).&lt;/a&gt; (For some reason when you click on the above paragraph it shows another picture of Emily.) (Cool!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to let everyone know that I have the sweetest wife in the whole world and that she makes me so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new favorite thing to do with her is to ride our scooter together because she sits in back and kisses my cheek as I drive us around. It makes me feel a little more manly on the scooter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She always makes me laugh and does such an incredible job and knowing what I need. Yesterday morning I rushed from work to school and only had a few minutes. Amid my running around to get ready for school she made me some yummy oatmeal. I didn't have time to eat it all but I did get a bite of it. I didn't really fill me up but it let me know that Emily loves me. I am grateful for my besty friendy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you Emmy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-8789686404697266073?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/8789686404697266073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=8789686404697266073' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8789686404697266073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/8789686404697266073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-post.html' title='My first post!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/Sp6XY9YURMI/AAAAAAAAABw/s92IzrKCpGQ/s72-c/IMG_0307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-316369696998429654</id><published>2009-08-31T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:06:59.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday (Sunday) was our Stake conference and our Stake Presidency got reorganized! As much as I love the old presidency, I am excited about the new one too!! But I was overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude for all the things our old presidency has done for our stake these past 10 or 11 years. As I got thinking about gratitude, so many little things popped into my head! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few of them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mom who lets me have her freshly ground whole wheat to make waffles... and then comes over and eats them with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sweet husband who takes awfully ugly pictures with me and laughs with me til we cry. And he lets me win at trivial pursuit :) we're nerdy I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hearing about friends' adventures and being able to live one of my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The scriptures!!! This one should go on the top. I just re-energized by the scriptures and I love them so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Mac... the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The music on Emily Peterson's blog. I always smile! I love you girl!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An awesome family of in-laws who make me laugh and whom I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;love&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;Having a body that can walk and run (sometimes...) hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone who reads my blog and leaves comments! I don't know why it makes my day but it does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My husband... again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my life and am grateful for the gospel. It is my life and it has changed my life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em&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;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/5371764758742656606-316369696998429654?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/316369696998429654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=316369696998429654' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/316369696998429654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/316369696998429654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/08/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-6293549159856085968</id><published>2009-08-23T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:58:02.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my hubby hey hey hey hey hey</title><content type='html'>I love Brig!! I wanted you all to know! Haha I am sitting here on my bed and I was looking at him and talking to him and I felt like writing about him! &lt;div&gt;Brigham is the kindest person I know. He has a sense of knowing what people need and how to make things better and how to communicate with others. And I need that in a companion because sometimes I'm not good at expressing my needs. But when you have a hubby that can practically read your mind?!?! That's awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also makes me laugh sooooo much! I love that about him. His sense of humor fits mine perfectly and we have so much fun together! He is my best friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's a short sweet post about my hubby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you my best friend!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-6293549159856085968?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/6293549159856085968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=6293549159856085968' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6293549159856085968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6293549159856085968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-my-hubby-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey.html' title='I love my hubby hey hey hey hey hey'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-4343053068220762682</id><published>2009-08-17T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:05:07.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home Again!</title><content type='html'>We are &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;hoooommme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!!!!!!! Haha and so happy about it! We were supposed to be driving on Sunday the 16th but Brig came home on Thursday and we just decided to hit the road on thursday!! We got home at around noon on friday. We unpacked and my wonderful Brigham did so much to clean up the house and get it organized while I went to breakfast with some friends. I love you honey!!!&lt;div&gt;I also wanted to do a little shout out to our families!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicolls- thank you SO much for making us feel at home again after we had been away! Especially Mama N, Papa N, Jen, and Cami. Thanks for smiling at me when you saw me :) that's all I needed to know you were happy we are back. Thank you for all your love and support! And for always making me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellsworths- Thank you for being excited to see us when we drove up! And for letting us come play softball (even though I stink :) ) We are so grateful for the house!! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS I found out how to do pictures on this blog!!! hooray! Now I just have to take some cute pics :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-4343053068220762682?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/4343053068220762682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=4343053068220762682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/4343053068220762682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/4343053068220762682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-home-again.html' title='Back Home Again!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7093323901733982908</id><published>2009-08-07T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:54:10.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here at work and because the receptionist is not here, I am sitting up front doing her job which involves.... a LOT of nothing! So I thought I'd post. I know that probably no one enjoys reading abstract, random posts but this is more for me than anyone else. If you know me, I used to be a creative writing major and I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; to write and just talk... and talk and talk! So here are somethings I've been thinking about lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading the watered down version of The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People- it was the 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens :) Brig got it for me because it was free at a garage sale and he said it works because I'm still a teen... very funny honey! Actually it was! So I read it because the real version scared me. Anyway, it was just jam-packed of AWESOME stuff and advice and things to be Highly Effective! But I found myself kind of floundering in a sea of awesome advice... and I didn't really know where to begin. I guess I just realized some things about myself. One of the things that really hit me hard was the section about keeping promises to yourself. These are important promises to keep but most of us, at least I, didn't really ever think about it that way. If you don't keep promises to yourself, such as getting up early and exercising or not eating chocolate for a week, then how are you EVER going to keep bigger promises to yourself such as being a good example for your kids or attending all 3 hours of church every single Sunday. We tear ourselves down every time we break a promise that we made to ourselves. And I am bad at that!!!!! And it tears me down!! And I didn't even know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other things the book made me think about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really a good listener? Do I judge people or give my advice when all they really want me to do is listen to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I let others share their ideas with me and do we work together for a better solution rather than thinking that my idea is the only way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I do enough service for others? Actually that's not even a question, I know that I don't do enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is &lt;em&gt;I need to be better&lt;/em&gt;! Not for anyone else's sake but my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next book I've begun reading is called The Holy Secret. We had a FHE lesson on it the other week. The teacher gave a quick summary of what it was about: a man leaves church early because a Sacrament meeting talk pierced his heart and he needed to go think. The talk was about loving things that are holy. We have been commanded to &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;the temple and the scriptures and the Sabbath day. But do we really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that and I know I needed to read this book. I have been needing help in this department to be honest with you. To a degree, I love the temple and the scriptures and the Sabbath but do I want to be in the temple more than &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;any other place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Do I want to read the scriptures more than &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;any other book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I don't think so. And that is a problem. I'm working on it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're happy and blessed beyond measure! I love the church! Thanks for reading if you stuck it all the way through :) If you didn't, I don't blame you!&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7093323901733982908?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7093323901733982908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7093323901733982908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7093323901733982908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7093323901733982908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-thought.html' title='Just a Thought'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-1958429694899803090</id><published>2009-08-05T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:34:59.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicoll Reunion!</title><content type='html'>This last weekend was the Nicoll reunion at the ranch near Vernon, AZ! It was wonderful! Here are some of the highlights that I loved:&lt;br /&gt;1- on the way up, it was just me, Brig, mama Nicoll, and papa Nicoll in the car and mama and papa gave me a geneology lesson from about 5 generations back! I love family history and loved learning about this new family of mine.&lt;br /&gt;2- going through a session at the Snowflake temple. Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;3-taking a tour of the lower ranch... I was in heaven! I could stay there forever. Every time I go up north I realize how much I just love nature and how peaceful I feel when I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;4- getting up to the upper ranch and seeing the fam for the first time in a few months! It was great to see everyone! Brig was most excited to see baby Katelyn who is not so much of a baby anymore! Getting so big!&lt;br /&gt;5-walking to the pond and skipping rocks with Landon, Brig, Sim, and Jake... before we knew it was against the rules!! Sad day!&lt;br /&gt;6- setting up camp and sleeping in the tent.. which was lopsided. I kept sliding into Brig!!! Uncomfortable but so fun!&lt;br /&gt;7- Dessert! best thing ever :)&lt;br /&gt;8- going on the horsey with little Rex. He was so wide-eyed! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;9-throwing the frisbee around woth Kempe, Brig, Andrew, and Conrad!&lt;br /&gt;10- sitting by the fire at night and just talking!&lt;br /&gt;11- going to church in Vernon. Hearing lots of testimonies from little kids... so sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;12- seeing my family at home for a few hours!! Ya!&lt;br /&gt;13- missing our flight... oh man ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a wonderful trip! I love the Nicolls!! Thanks for getting us up there!&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-1958429694899803090?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/1958429694899803090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=1958429694899803090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/1958429694899803090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/1958429694899803090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/08/nicoll-reunion.html' title='Nicoll Reunion!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-140762960075228106</id><published>2009-07-23T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:23:57.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARATHON!</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;So, here in TX I have been thinking a lot about running a marathon... and then I caome back to reality and wonder&lt;br /&gt;"am I crazy?!"&lt;br /&gt;But then the thought trickles back in and sounds so appealing and I don't know why! I have &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; done anything like this before but it sounds so rewarding. I think that's what gets me. Anyway, today I proposed the idea to Brig and he gave me the go along the "I'll do it with you!" so that made me very happy :) I have been researching training programs and have found a couple good ones so far! I am very excited! If you ever have time and want to check on my progress, please do! I will be needing people to check up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are as crazy as me and want to run it with me, PLEASE do!! I love running buddies, and chances are, you'll be a lot better than me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-140762960075228106?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/140762960075228106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=140762960075228106' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/140762960075228106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/140762960075228106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/07/marathon.html' title='MARATHON!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-5698370151120935063</id><published>2009-07-14T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:33:04.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicoll reunion!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on my way home from work I called my fabulous husband and he was telling me about the Nicoll reunion happening later this summer. we were going to be in Texas and so the plan was to not go &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;...... we are going now! I haven't met most of these people but I am so excited to see all of Brig's family and get to know the ones that I don't know! And to get dirty and ride horses at the ranch :) At least I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we can ride horses!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am just really excited to get a break from doing the same thing day in and day out. I love the Nicolls!!!&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-5698370151120935063?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/5698370151120935063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=5698370151120935063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5698370151120935063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/5698370151120935063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/07/nicoll-reunion.html' title='Nicoll reunion!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-2096523412039187158</id><published>2009-07-10T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:12:55.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need friends!</title><content type='html'>So I have &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; follower.... sad day! I know it's not the most interesting blog to look at but the point of you becoming my friend is not so that you can look at MY blog- it's so I can look at YOURS!!! So come find me and tell other people too as well!!!&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-2096523412039187158?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/2096523412039187158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=2096523412039187158' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2096523412039187158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/2096523412039187158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-friends.html' title='I need friends!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-7868660462368442614</id><published>2009-07-09T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:04:59.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas!</title><content type='html'>Oh &lt;strong&gt;WOW&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Jen I need you! I have decided I am going to stick my neck out there and try this blogging thing one more time... I'm going to be honest I'm a little scared. But I have faith! And two awesome sisters-in-law who are good at this stufff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this blog will be about TX! Brig and I moved out here to Plano on May 18th (I believe) and are really liking it although we do both miss home. Just not the 110 degree weather!!! He is selling pest control door to door and I am working in the accounting office of a manufacturing plant called Aloe Vera of America! It's really interesting and always smells yummy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an awesome ward! And I have had to learn how to play the organ for Sacrament meeting next week and the three weeks to follow! Wish me luck :) I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you (meaning like the two people who read this blog... actually I don't even know of two people read it :) are doing so well! We miss you and love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Loves, Em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-7868660462368442614?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/7868660462368442614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=7868660462368442614' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7868660462368442614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/7868660462368442614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/07/texas.html' title='Texas!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-9031835684291932076</id><published>2009-01-21T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:39:59.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry again!</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;So this post is to apologize for that last one- a stellar example of why men should NOT blog :) Anyway, The wedding plans are coming right along. We have the temple and the Wright House reserved. We have flowers all sorted out. We have clothes for the men and clothes for a few of the women :) and I have my dress!!! It is pretty much my favorite thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;But aside from all the stuff that is involved with the wedding, I am so much more excited about who I'm going to be married to. Brig is the most wonderful person I've ever met. And that's just how it should be. He makes me want to be a better person. He comforts me when I'm hurting and laughs with me when I'm rejoicing! I'm so excited to get married to him but I'm even more excited to BE married to him! yay!&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-9031835684291932076?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/9031835684291932076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=9031835684291932076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/9031835684291932076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/9031835684291932076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-again.html' title='sorry again!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-6086884877416614780</id><published>2009-01-19T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:29:25.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY!!</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;I just want to apologize for not posting in forever!! The truth is, I have no idea how to make this cute or anything... (our only posts were done with the extensive help of Jen :)) Anyway, here is an upchuck that emily spewed out all over the place last week when we were at the county jail picking up crazy old Tom who had just been busted for a grade three monkey train assault. He is doing well and still "chugging" along.&lt;br /&gt;Brig is doing well, sometimes I worry that his muscles might get too big. But oh well, it's a trial that I can live with. Next week I'll be posting a special post about how much I love to kiss Brig, especially lip style kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luvs and snuggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-6086884877416614780?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/6086884877416614780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=6086884877416614780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6086884877416614780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/6086884877416614780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry.html' title='SORRY!!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5371764758742656606.post-3329364662157136627</id><published>2008-11-30T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:57:40.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RING!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/STM12ZugyII/AAAAAAAAAAk/F9X3YnAXCAY/s1600-h/IMG_6054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274618797316163714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/STM12ZugyII/AAAAAAAAAAk/F9X3YnAXCAY/s400/IMG_6054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... This was wednesday, November 26, 2008! I was sitting at home while Brig was "at work in Flagstaff" (he wasn't really)! He had gotten in touch with a few of my best friends and had them kidnap me and take me to the Mesa Arts Center (I was blindfolded so I didn't know where we were going) where he proposed on the stage! It was AMAZING!!! And I love him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5371764758742656606-3329364662157136627?l=brigandem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/feeds/3329364662157136627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5371764758742656606&amp;postID=3329364662157136627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3329364662157136627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5371764758742656606/posts/default/3329364662157136627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brigandem.blogspot.com/2008/11/ring.html' title='THE RING!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Emily Nicoll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XqMh0j071r0/STM12ZugyII/AAAAAAAAAAk/F9X3YnAXCAY/s72-c/IMG_6054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
