<?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-2884885926816313435</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:42:57.738-07:00</updated><category term='State Fair'/><category term='Loryn'/><category term='republicans'/><category term='McCain'/><category term='change vot'/><category term='election'/><category term='pretentious poetry'/><category term='Hunter'/><category term='Greek Festival'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Kristen'/><category term='honesty'/><category term='gingerbread house'/><category term='GOP convention'/><category term='corn pops'/><category term='Rodeo'/><category term='personality test'/><category term='obama'/><category term='April'/><category term='Twins'/><category term='church'/><category term='sunday school'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='democrats'/><category term='Farmers Market'/><category term='Maya Angelou'/><category term='Work'/><category term='america'/><category term='tea party'/><category term='gospel doctrine'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Inauguration'/><category term='bloggies'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='palin'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Lawyering</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-5465571330946330421</id><published>2010-07-14T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:40:50.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Ironic Billboard of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/TD4a5HFYukI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZqwOdgS_XGM/s1600/Obama+Billboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493858163895089730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/TD4a5HFYukI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZqwOdgS_XGM/s320/Obama+Billboard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a billboard that the North Iowa Tea Party put up in Mason City, Iowa in June. They did remove the billboard because of public outrage over the comparison between President Obama and Hitler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, I think we should have made them keep this up to show the idiocy of the Tea Party. The tag line for the Billboard states, "Radical leaders prey on the fearful and naive." What a better way to express exactly what the Tea Party is doing with this ad. Comparing Obama to Hitler can only be preying on people's fear and naivety.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't think I have ever seen such an appropriate and ironic political ad.&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/2884885926816313435-5465571330946330421?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/5465571330946330421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=5465571330946330421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/5465571330946330421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/5465571330946330421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2010/07/ironic-billboard-of-year.html' title='Ironic Billboard of the Year'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/TD4a5HFYukI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZqwOdgS_XGM/s72-c/Obama+Billboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-7386788766308211259</id><published>2009-03-17T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:51:17.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corn pops'/><title type='text'>I am cookoo for cocoa puffs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314382457179399234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/ScB6sCC-5EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LNcSa81U9y4/s320/corn+pops+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't think that I have mentioned that I love reading blogs and I especially love Ree Drummond's blog, aka the pioneer woman, and wish that I had 1/1000 of her writing ability. Check out her site at &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;http://thepioneerwoman.com/&lt;/a&gt; and then religiously check her site everyday, but check early because I generally check out her blog at night and I always miss her awesome contests. You will suddenly think you should move to the country and raise cattle and ride horses (even though you are terrified of large animals and truely believe that a horse could actually bite off your head). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314382454106956082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/ScB6r2mdITI/AAAAAAAAAG4/K2EqfPfCoaI/s320/corn+pops+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So tonight as I was reading the pioneer woman's blog I noticed that she had received a Weblog Award. (Actually she won 3 "bloggies" including Weblog of the Year.) This inspired me to look up the other blogs that won bloggies this year because I just cannot get enough of blogs. It makes me worried that I was a stalker in a previous life. Luckily in this life, due in part to the miracle that is modern technology, I can be a socially acceptable cyberstalker...in fact society encourages my cyberstalking addiction by paying those with blogs money because I am cyberstalking them...Daria was right- it is a sick sad world out there... and I am reaping all the benefits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314382441873401042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/ScB6rJBv5NI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iCgsVga1ceg/s320/corn+pops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This post does have some sort of purpose other than me scaring people with talk of stalking. And I am getting to it right now. While indulging in my cyberstalking, I ran across Cake Wrecks blog at &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; . This seems like a fun blog, but I was more intrigued by a link to Kellog's Corn Pops website that was linked on the blog (because every good cyberstalker will tell you that the next best stalking target is just a click away). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;You must go to the corn pops website.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This site is manic and fantastic. It brings true joy to my heart. It almost makes me want to eat corn pops instead of cyberstalking. Check it out and be prepared...actually there is no way to be prepared, you just have to see this for yourself! Go to &lt;a href="http://www.cornpops.com/"&gt;http://www.cornpops.com/&lt;/a&gt; . And don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314382459921249570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/ScB6sMQsNSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-DBM8SETOeo/s320/corn+pops+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-7386788766308211259?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/7386788766308211259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=7386788766308211259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/7386788766308211259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/7386788766308211259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-cookoo-for-cocoa-puffs.html' title='I am cookoo for cocoa puffs...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/ScB6sCC-5EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LNcSa81U9y4/s72-c/corn+pops+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-6154519449700471651</id><published>2009-01-25T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:19:07.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Friend Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I didn't really have anything to post, but I have been thinking a lot about the concept of friendship. I can't believe how many people have touched my life for the better. It reminds me of a Charlie Brown book we had which described what a friend is... This is my version...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend is someone who laughs with you...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SX1R0d80C_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/l2hdrOz03Dk/s1600-h/sisters+1-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295478698692316146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SX1R0d80C_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/l2hdrOz03Dk/s400/sisters+1-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend is someone who sits with you when you are feeling sick or listens to you when you are feeling down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SX1R0b7M1BI/AAAAAAAAAF0/82yJs_unJUo/s1600-h/Whale+watching+6-08"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295478698148680722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SX1R0b7M1BI/AAAAAAAAAF0/82yJs_unJUo/s400/Whale+watching+6-08" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who likes the same things you like and will go with you to see that vampire movie...again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SX1R0PLxv1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/9LdgcJqr51w/s1600-h/Brooke+and+Rach+2-08"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295478694728548178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SX1R0PLxv1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/9LdgcJqr51w/s400/Brooke+and+Rach+2-08" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend is someone who doesn't give up on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SX1QS3L-kCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J8L6dogHzvY/s1600-h/Me+and+Melinda+2-08"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295477021839626274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SX1QS3L-kCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J8L6dogHzvY/s400/Me+and+Melinda+2-08" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A friend is someone you just enjoy hanging with...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295482335842384562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SX1VILY9urI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VP23ACcyHxk/s400/Up+the+canyon+7-08" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-6154519449700471651?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/6154519449700471651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=6154519449700471651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/6154519449700471651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/6154519449700471651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2009/01/friend-is.html' title='A Friend Is...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SX1R0d80C_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/l2hdrOz03Dk/s72-c/sisters+1-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-8895800692063344992</id><published>2009-01-22T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T06:21:55.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inauguration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='america'/><title type='text'>My trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I got to be part of an amazing moment in history. This was my view:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlckbEKgMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fDQVYOOoCzY/s1600-h/Inaguration+6+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294364617760997570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlckbEKgMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fDQVYOOoCzY/s400/Inaguration+6+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got up early in the morning and migrated en masse to the capitol, like ants to the picnic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294363817624187842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlb12Urs8I/AAAAAAAAADk/LaTwEo9e4Vo/s400/Inaguration+4+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294363402779215426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlbds57xkI/AAAAAAAAADU/SdQa_Zr1ja0/s400/Inaguration+3+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where's Waldo?...Can you pick me out of this crowd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlcCZCL3PI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7eTSXVBVgyA/s1600-h/Inauguration+2+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294364033100274930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlcCZCL3PI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7eTSXVBVgyA/s400/Inauguration+2+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about this one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294363817199707650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlb10vepgI/AAAAAAAAADc/0JMraBixKgE/s400/Inaguration+1+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good wishes reigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlcCFkAieI/AAAAAAAAAEE/V7dNX9n5u60/s1600-h/Inaguration+9+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294364027873429986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlcCFkAieI/AAAAAAAAAEE/V7dNX9n5u60/s400/Inaguration+9+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44th President! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294363823029336210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlb2KdXuJI/AAAAAAAAADs/50A5ObqWBiE/s400/Inaguration+5+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(But only the 43rd man to have the office. Also, 0 women. FYI, Chief Justice Roberts did a 2nd swearing in on Wednesday because he mixed up the words of the oath.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with the old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlb2vZrRTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YmFwBXdIKUQ/s1600-h/Inaguration+8+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294363832945952050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlb2vZrRTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YmFwBXdIKUQ/s400/Inaguration+8+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In with the new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlb2IXBJ-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/B9REoKNDKH0/s1600-h/Inaguration+7+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294363822465820642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlb2IXBJ-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/B9REoKNDKH0/s400/Inaguration+7+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the possibilities in America! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that America changes and keeps surprising me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...Really I didn't make it to Washington this week even though I wanted to be there, but.... "We The People" sure showed up in person and in spirit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294373153086904626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlkVPocGTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/72VVUFtSIOU/s400/Inaguration+11+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294373152061077362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlkVLz3N3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/WfkCIGURHcY/s400/Inaguration+12+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294492215236338034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXnQnks7oXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Gz6vfgXAtYE/s400/Inaguration+16+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294492221992720546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXnQn93x2KI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5GxU3vU4qq8/s400/Inaguration+17+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And so did the world:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Africa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294373155876549314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlkVaBissI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Lc-l0RsSgjs/s400/Inaguration+14+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Iraq...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294373157385112114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlkVfpNijI/AAAAAAAAAEs/D7Ve_ZcE2Rk/s400/Inaguration+13+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Asia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294373156507255234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlkVcX6gcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6syCOrheIkE/s400/Inaguration+15+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blatantly stole these photos from this website:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/01/the_inauguration_of_president.html?s_campaign=8315" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/01/the_inauguration_of_president.html?s_campaign=8315&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294492218342237346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXnQnwRb5KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PfWn2FG6BC8/s400/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-8895800692063344992?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/8895800692063344992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=8895800692063344992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/8895800692063344992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/8895800692063344992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-trip.html' title='My trip...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXlckbEKgMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fDQVYOOoCzY/s72-c/Inaguration+6+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-8367085100171235833</id><published>2009-01-19T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T04:58:03.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gingerbread house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honesty'/><title type='text'>True Honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sister and her friends made this gingerbread house: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292986954598804594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXR3l32jbHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GQ5b0v5krFs/s320/Joy%27s+Gingerbread+House+December+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is true honesty! No pretense whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-8367085100171235833?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/8367085100171235833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=8367085100171235833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/8367085100171235833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/8367085100171235833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2009/01/true-honesty.html' title='True Honesty'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SXR3l32jbHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GQ5b0v5krFs/s72-c/Joy%27s+Gingerbread+House+December+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-4409611594973334456</id><published>2009-01-18T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:14:40.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Nature is often hidden, sometimes overcome, seldom extinguished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Francis Bacon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-4409611594973334456?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/4409611594973334456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=4409611594973334456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/4409611594973334456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/4409611594973334456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-756512177802143274</id><published>2009-01-18T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:35:07.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gospel doctrine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>When your lesson plan goes to h-e-double-hockey-sticks in Sunday School do you go to H*%*?</title><content type='html'>I have been teaching Gospel Doctrine for the past 8 months and it has been a great experience for me. The Book of Mormon was fantastic to teach, but now we are into the Doctrine and Covenants. This is a little scarier for me. I feel much more comfortable with the BoM over the D&amp;amp;C. So today was my first D&amp;amp;C lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was ready to teach profound truths (or let the spirit teach profound truths)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all went to heck!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even pinpoint when this happened. Generally I will have the lesson in my head and then I can add or subtract as needed depending on people's responses. This has been working great for about 7 months, but today it just didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Next time.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-756512177802143274?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/756512177802143274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=756512177802143274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/756512177802143274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/756512177802143274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-your-lesson-plan-goes-to-h-e.html' title='When your lesson plan goes to h-e-double-hockey-sticks in Sunday School do you go to H*%*?'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-2087863137283492080</id><published>2009-01-04T22:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:23:09.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>I See Red and the Duty Fulfiller</title><content type='html'>Last night I was with a fun group of people and we did personality tests. We did the color test and once again I am a red with a strong showing of blue. I keep thinking that if I take the test enough I will no longer be the dreaded "red," but it just keeps happening. So I am not going to fight it anymore...I am a red personality and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took the Myers-Briggs test which assigns you certain letters based on different aspects of your personality. I ended up having a tie between the ISTJ and ISFJ...but, after reading the two descriptions, I am definitely an ISTJ aka the "Duty Fulfiller." It was spooky how dead on this one is in describing me. But once again I can't seem to catch a break on these personality tests. I want to come out as the laidback, cool personality, but I keep being the power hungry or duty obsessed person. I guess I just have to embrace the ISTJ in me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any who are interested, see below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portrait of an ISTJ - Introverted Sensing Thinking Judging(Introverted Sensing with Extraverted Thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an ISTJ, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you take things in via your five senses in a literal, concrete fashion. Your secondary mode is external, where you deal with things rationally and logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTJs are quiet and reserved individuals who are interested in security and peaceful living. They have a strongly-felt internal sense of duty, which lends them a serious air and the motivation to follow through on tasks. Organized and methodical in their approach, they can generally succeed at any task which they undertake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTJs are very loyal, faithful, and dependable. They place great importance on honesty and integrity. They are "good citizens" who can be depended on to do the right thing for their families and communities. While they generally take things very seriously, they also usually have an offbeat sense of humor and can be a lot of fun - especially at family or work-related gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTJs tend to believe in laws and traditions, and expect the same from others. They're not comfortable with breaking laws or going against the rules. If they are able to see a good reason for stepping outside of the established mode of doing things, the ISTJ will support that effort. However, ISTJs more often tend to believe that things should be done according to procedures and plans. If an ISTJ has not developed their Intuitive side sufficiently, they may become overly obsessed with structure, and insist on doing everything "by the book".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISTJ is extremely dependable on following through with things which he or she has promised. For this reason, they sometimes get more and more work piled on them. Because the ISTJ has such a strong sense of duty, they may have a difficult time saying "no" when they are given more work than they can reasonably handle. For this reason, the ISTJ often works long hours, and may be unwittingly taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISTJ will work for long periods of time and put tremendous amounts of energy into doing any task which they see as important to fulfilling a goal. However, they will resist putting energy into things which don't make sense to them, or for which they can't see a practical application. They prefer to work alone, but work well in teams when the situation demands it. They like to be accountable for their actions, and enjoy being in positions of authority. The ISTJ has little use for theory or abstract thinking, unless the practical application is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTJs have tremendous respect for facts. They hold a tremendous store of facts within themselves, which they have gathered through their Sensing preference. They may have difficulty understanding a theory or idea which is different from their own perspective. However, if they are shown the importance or relevance of the idea to someone who they respect or care about, the idea becomes a fact, which the ISTJ will internalize and support. Once the ISTJ supports a cause or idea, he or she will stop at no lengths to ensure that they are doing their duty of giving support where support is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISTJ is not naturally in tune with their own feelings and the feelings of others. They may have difficulty picking up on emotional needs immediately, as they are presented. Being perfectionists themselves, they have a tendency to take other people's efforts for granted, like they take their own efforts for granted. They need to remember to pat people on the back once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTJs are likely to be uncomfortable expressing affection and emotion to others. However, their strong sense of duty and the ability to see what needs to be done in any situation usually allows them to overcome their natural reservations, and they are usually quite supporting and caring individuals with the people that they love. Once the ISTJ realizes the emotional needs of those who are close to them, they put forth effort to meet those needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISTJ is extremely faithful and loyal. Traditional and family-minded, they will put forth great amounts of effort at making their homes and families running smoothly. They are responsible parents, taking their parenting roles seriously. They are usually good and generous providers to their families. They care deeply about those close to them, although they usually are not comfortable with expressing their love. The ISTJ is likely to express their affection through actions, rather than through words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTJs have an excellent ability to take any task and define it, organize it, plan it, and implement it through to completion. They are very hard workers, who do not allow obstacles to get in the way of performing their duties. They do not usually give themselves enough credit for their achievements, seeing their accomplishments simply as the natural fulfillment of their obligations.&lt;br /&gt;ISTJs usually have a great sense of space and function, and artistic appreciation. Their homes are likely to be tastefully furnished and immaculately maintained. They are acutely aware of their senses, and want to be in surroundings which fit their need for structure, order, and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under stress, ISTJs may fall into "catastrophe mode", where they see nothing but all of the possibilities of what could go wrong. They will berate themselves for things which they should have done differently, or duties which they failed to perform. They will lose their ability to see things calmly and reasonably, and will depress themselves with their visions of doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, the ISTJ has a tremendous amount of potential. Capable, logical, reasonable, and effective individuals with a deeply driven desire to promote security and peaceful living, the ISTJ has what it takes to be highly effective at achieving their chosen goals - whatever they may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungian functional preference ordering:&lt;br /&gt;Dominant: Introverted Sensing&lt;br /&gt;Auxiliary: Extraverted Thinking&lt;br /&gt;Tertiary: Introverted Feeling&lt;br /&gt;Inferior: Extraverted Intuition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-2087863137283492080?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/2087863137283492080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=2087863137283492080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/2087863137283492080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/2087863137283492080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-see-red-and-duty-fulfiller.html' title='I See Red and the Duty Fulfiller'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-8969632579101621567</id><published>2008-11-05T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:48:32.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretentious poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maya Angelou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>But still, like air, I'll rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maya Angelou was on one of the morning shows and she quoted a portion of her poem, "Still I Rise," after talking about Barack Obama as the President elect, and, unlike my poems it is not pretentious. I thought I should share it with you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Still I Rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You may write me down in history&lt;br /&gt;With your bitter, twisted lies,&lt;br /&gt;You may trod me in the very dirt&lt;br /&gt;But still, like dust, I'll rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my sassiness upset you?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you beset with gloom?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells&lt;br /&gt;Pumping in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like moons and like suns,&lt;br /&gt;With the certainty of tides,&lt;br /&gt;Just like hopes springing high,&lt;br /&gt;Still I'll rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you want to see me broken?&lt;br /&gt;Bowed head and lowered eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Shoulders falling down like teardrops.&lt;br /&gt;Weakened by my soulful cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my haughtiness offend you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you take it awful hard&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines&lt;br /&gt;Diggin' in my own back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may shoot me with your words,&lt;br /&gt;You may cut me with your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You may kill me with your hatefulness,&lt;br /&gt;But still, like air, I'll rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my sexiness upset you?&lt;br /&gt;Does it come as a surprise&lt;br /&gt;That I dance like I've got diamonds&lt;br /&gt;At the meeting of my thighs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the huts of history's shame&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;Up from a past that's rooted in pain&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,&lt;br /&gt;Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind nights of terror and fear&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,&lt;br /&gt;I am the dream and the hope of the slave.&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;I rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maya Angelou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-8969632579101621567?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/8969632579101621567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=8969632579101621567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/8969632579101621567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/8969632579101621567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2008/11/maya-angelou-was-on-one-of-morning.html' title='But still, like air, I&apos;ll rise'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-798450545666169144</id><published>2008-11-04T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:35:28.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change vot'/><title type='text'>My Cup Runneth Over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wasn't going to comment on the election, but I feel as though I am missing out on this moment if I do not do so. I was sitting with Laura when Katie Couric suddenly announced Barack Obama as the 44th president of the United States. Tears immediately threatened to overflow from my eyes. I held in the tears and pretended like it was not a big deal because I was with Laura. However, if I had been alone I would have allowed the tears to flow. This was a dramatic reaction, but it felt like a dramatic and historic victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a supporter of Obama for 4 years and I am in shock that what was once a dream has actually solidified into reality. I generally do not think of Barack Obama as a black man, rather I think of him as a politician who actually gives me hope in the system and makes me want to work together with others to improve the lives of Americans. However, when I heard the words, "Barack Obama is our 44th President," I could not help but note the historic significance for our nation and it was this that brought tears to my eyes. It was this that brought a lump to my throat as Barack, Michelle and the girls walked across that stage in Grant Park in front of a huge crowd of people; people of all colors who were cheering, crying and celebrating together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2008 was my third presidential election and I am so relieved that we are not re-counting and filing lawsuits with this one. It feels like the system works. Americans can choose one person in an election and then they can think for themselves and change their minds in the next election.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-798450545666169144?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/798450545666169144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=798450545666169144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/798450545666169144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/798450545666169144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cup-runneth-over.html' title='My Cup Runneth Over...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-9169908114491062080</id><published>2008-09-29T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:46:46.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encyclopedia2.tfd.com/Thoreau,+Henry+David" target="_top"&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;/a&gt; (1817-1862)&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/2884885926816313435-9169908114491062080?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/9169908114491062080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=9169908114491062080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/9169908114491062080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/9169908114491062080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-this.html' title='Love this...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-5196817478331882685</id><published>2008-09-29T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:45:00.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alienation to Buddhism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have decided that I can no longer discuss politics with others. I love to talk about politics, but I find that I lose any sense of humor I may have had at any point in my life and others do no love to talk about politics with me. It is not good for the world. I tend to alienate others and myself when talking about politics and I tend to want to bite my ear by the end. (I am sure that those I speak to would like to do more physical harm to me than that, and I am all about self-preservation. Therefore I think my self-preservation instincts should now kick in.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have decided to adopt some of the tenants of buddhism. I have been a long believer in Karma, but perhaps I need to adopt more buddhist ideas and ideals in my life. I know nothing about buddhism other than something about Nirvana, but for some reason I enjoy collecting buddas. I picked up a cheap one in San Francisco's chinatown and Karen and Wendy brought me a cool one from their trip to China. So based on this extremely limited knowledge of buddhism I am now going to enter into budda mode about politics. (I honestly don't know if that even makes sense, but it sounds good and calm and enlightened!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jon Stewart always says....Here is your moment of zen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251607810901521058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SOF1etRzsqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cuItgYVi8ao/s320/budda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Btw, is zen part of buddhism???)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-5196817478331882685?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/5196817478331882685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=5196817478331882685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/5196817478331882685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/5196817478331882685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2008/09/alienation-to-buddhism.html' title='Alienation to Buddhism'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SOF1etRzsqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cuItgYVi8ao/s72-c/budda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-4441660038687051487</id><published>2008-09-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:38:33.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loryn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunter'/><title type='text'>Double the fun with Double Mint Gum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;April, Hunter and the twins came over today so that April could do bookkeeping for my Dad while Mom watched the kids. I was home from work because I had not been feeling well, but I couldn't stay holed up in my room when I heard Kristen having a screaming fit. I thought that perhaps her head was going to start spinning around. Uncle Nielson attempted to calm Kristen, but the more any of us tried to get her to calm down, the more determined she was to keep screaming. Loryn, on the other hand, was totally calm and happy. For some reason they seem to know that only one of them can have a major-head-spinning fit at a time. I took Kristen to the basement so that she could at least see that her mother was close at hand and then she insisted that we play with my phone for the next half hour. While we played with my phone, I found that I have a sound recording thing on my phone and so I got Kristen to say words into my phone. Kristen and Loryn do not like to be human party tricks. Anytime we tell them to say something, they basically refuse. So I was super excited that Kristen actually said my name when I was prompting her with words to say into the phone. So, although she later pretended that she could not say my name, I have proof to the contrary recorded on my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our attempt to let April get a bunch of work done, Mom and I gave Loryn and Kristen a bath with bubbles. This went over okay, but their favorite part was when they got out of the bath and we wrapped them in Mom’s huge, fluffy towels. They would not let us take the towels off. Kristen was much better about this than Loryn, but once Kristen realized that Loryn did not want to get out of her big fluffy towel, Kristen decided that she also did not want to get out of her big fluffy towel (even though she was half dressed). In order to convince them to get dressed, I decided that we should go to the park. (At this point you should be shaking your head at my naiveté.) So we went to the park…Needless to say, it began by us running after the twins and ended with us carrying screaming twins out of the park. The middle was more of the running after twins and every so often checking to make sure that Hunter was also okay. When we got home, I had an epiphany… “Work is Wonderful” !!!!!!!! We handed the kids off to April and I practically sprinted to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons Learned:&lt;br /&gt;1)  It is extremely hard to be 1 years old, especially when you know exactly what you want, but cannot communicate that to the big people that are around you because you do not have words!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  It is extremely hard to have 2 children who are both 1 years old and who cannot communicate effectively because they do not have words!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  It is extremely hard and exhausting to be April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  I am a big wimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-4441660038687051487?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/4441660038687051487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=4441660038687051487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/4441660038687051487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/4441660038687051487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2008/09/double-fun-with-double-mint-gum.html' title='Double the fun with Double Mint Gum'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-1199536325901661726</id><published>2008-09-07T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:11:41.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='State Fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farmers Market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rodeo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greek Festival'/><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has felt like I have been inside this whole summer, but on Saturday I made up for it by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMOSxvLvkvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U5PtiaTqhCM/s1600-h/Farmers+Market.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243195774366356210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMOSxvLvkvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U5PtiaTqhCM/s320/Farmers+Market.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to the Salt Lake Farmers Market. It was very cool. I went with Cath, Rach and Joy and we took Gypsy and Xyla as well. The Farmers Market is in Pioneer Park in downtown Salt Lake. Generally I would not go to this park. I work just a couple of blocks away and will frequently eat my lunch at the park...in my locked car. It can be a little scary because there are a lot of homeless people (who are not that scary), but there are also a lot of people who appear to be looking for their next fix and they seem sort of unstable and intense, which doesn't seem like a good combination. I am not generally someone who gets intimidated easily by this kind of thing, but Pioneer Park is a place that scares me. Except today it was overflowing with people and vendors with all sorts of good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Rach got some fresh produce and I got some yummy cheese, Cath and Joy took Xyla and Gypsy to the dog park. This was definitely a bigger hit with Xyla. Gypsy was a little anti-social...they say that dogs are like their owners...so I don't know why we did not expect this of Gypsy. There was a whole dog party going on and Gypsy sat on the sidelines and couldn't wait to get out. (I have no idea how she felt....really...why are you laughing!?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we found lots of great, over-priced food. I had shared some delicious Gelato from the Dolcetti Gelato cart with the girls. I also tried an Argentinian empanada. Unfortunately, the person making my empanada forgot to add the feta to my spinach and feta empanada. Very disappointing. I am trying to get back to my vegetarian days, but I loooove cheese so the vegan thing is out and I really wanted the feta!!! (I also don't think I like spinach that much, which I never realized until today when I tried a spinach pie from this great falafel restaurant right here in Utah!!!!! Who would have thought that Utah would have falafel? So it really might not have been the empanada-maker's fault that I did not love the empanada.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdADI_89I/AAAAAAAAAA8/v4jIpKoGWm8/s1600-h/Dolcetti+Gelato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243910702799778770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdADI_89I/AAAAAAAAAA8/v4jIpKoGWm8/s320/Dolcetti+Gelato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not been to the physical store, but you can bet that I will check them out sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;(See them at &lt;a href="http://www.dolcettigelato.com/"&gt;http://www.dolcettigelato.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYUg2-WeoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GyM5YNjyOrw/s1600-h/Argentina+Emanadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243901370864925314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYUg2-WeoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GyM5YNjyOrw/s320/Argentina+Emanadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are like the empanadas we tried at the farmers market. Rachel went with the traditional beef empanada, which was tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYcczD_2jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ObPfcvkyTME/s1600-h/Dolmathes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243910097188411954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYcczD_2jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ObPfcvkyTME/s320/Dolmathes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the farmers market, I realized that the Annual Greek Festival was going on across the street. Love the grape leaf dolmathes...yummmm! However, this year I did not plan well, so I missed it. Luckily SLC seems to have a very strong Greek community with many great Greek/American food restaurants. They definitely make the best burgers in town right alongside the best Gyros. I don't know if I can really embrace the vegetarianism...too much good meat based foods here in SLC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243907858215642130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYaaePSpBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8x-zP9HOpdo/s320/Utah+State+Fair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I was able to go to the Utah State Fair with Karen, Brian, Dejah, Catherine, Rachael and Joy. While the rest of the group chowed down on corn dogs and other heart clogging traditional fair fare, Joy and I went in search of the public restrooms. Finally, we were all able to head off to the rodeo at Dejah's request. I could tell that most of the group was like me and had considerably less enthusiasm for this idea than Dejah, but because we didn't have any of our own ideas, Dejah's pre-planning paid off and we made our way to the rodeo grounds. I had never gone to a rodeo before, so I was not sure what to expect. I had heard something about 8 seconds being important in rodeos from some movie with Luke Perry, back when people knew who Luke Perry was and went to see crap movies just because Luke Perry was in them. But really I was a novice. We saw people jumping on cows and wrestling them to the ground, others attempted to rope cow legs and horns and then pull the cow between the ropes, and still others riding directly on cows (or bulls...I think they may be different, but maybe not). There were also lots of great horse riding and even little tiny children getting trampled by sheep. What is not to love about the rodeo!?! How did I miss out on this before?...Oh, that's right, I am a city girl. So now I am converted to this rodeo thing. I &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; go again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdum2m1AI/AAAAAAAAABE/_UdhPP01G48/s1600-h/Rodeo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243911502660293634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdum2m1AI/AAAAAAAAABE/_UdhPP01G48/s320/Rodeo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bronc Riding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdulOXrkI/AAAAAAAAABM/0_BPoiDjeLI/s1600-h/Rodeo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243911502223093314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdulOXrkI/AAAAAAAAABM/0_BPoiDjeLI/s320/Rodeo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barrel Racing (women only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdu2jPguI/AAAAAAAAABc/As4lURVXsMo/s1600-h/Rodeo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243911506874041058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdu2jPguI/AAAAAAAAABc/As4lURVXsMo/s320/Rodeo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdu2jPguI/AAAAAAAAABc/As4lURVXsMo/s1600-h/Rodeo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Steer wrestling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdu2jPguI/AAAAAAAAABc/As4lURVXsMo/s1600-h/Rodeo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdu1K73CI/AAAAAAAAABU/t9XKST80rxA/s1600-h/Rodeo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdvBJLaII/AAAAAAAAABk/d0h75FfhjD8/s1600-h/Rodeo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243911509717510274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdvBJLaII/AAAAAAAAABk/d0h75FfhjD8/s320/Rodeo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdu1K73CI/AAAAAAAAABU/t9XKST80rxA/s1600-h/Rodeo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Roping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdu1K73CI/AAAAAAAAABU/t9XKST80rxA/s1600-h/Rodeo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243911506503654434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMYdu1K73CI/AAAAAAAAABU/t9XKST80rxA/s320/Rodeo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bull Riding (this is where 8 seconds matters)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We also got to see a hypnotist. He was fun, but the rodeo was the highlight of the night for me! I have not been to the fair in a long...long...long time. I enjoyed it and I kept expecting to see Templeton sneaking off with discarded food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-1199536325901661726?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/1199536325901661726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=1199536325901661726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/1199536325901661726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/1199536325901661726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6SxsGtHlPQs/SMOSxvLvkvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U5PtiaTqhCM/s72-c/Farmers+Market.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-5286110951023489497</id><published>2008-09-05T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:38:11.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOP convention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='republicans'/><title type='text'>"God, Guns and America"  aka The GOP Convention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I watched the GOP convention. I did this, not because I am a masochist (even though sitting through some of those speeches, if you can call them speeches, was torture), but because I feel the need to give both sides a chance. After wanting to stab out my eyes during the early speakers, whom, for their sakes, will go nameless, we finally got to McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did well in the beginning. He blamed republicans for losing the trust of the American people because of their greed. Thank you, McCain! He spoke movingly of his experience in Vietnam, which sounded like a life changing event. He reminded us that we are more than political parties, we are all Americans. I was being lulled into this thinking perhaps I had been a little tough on McCain for the last year. (Last fall I thought that he might be crazy when he had a break down during the republican primaries.) Maybe he was the McCain that I had liked and respected 8 years ago and the crazy-primaries-McCain was just a media created illusion. And I thought, "Okay, but what about substance." He had primed me to be more open to his views for the future of America and then he started talking about actual policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he was talking about getting rid of public schools, starting a war with Russia, not allowing the US to "lose" the war in Iraq (which my sister pointed out that we already won back in like 2004 according to George W). I literally sat up from my soothed coma-like state and thought, "NO!" We cannot have 4 more years of the US carrying some Rooseveltian Big Stick against the rest of the world. We just fought off the "Parental Choice" people, who want to get rid of public schools, here in Utah and I don't know if we can do it on a national level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is official. I have listened to the candidates, the speeches, the talking heads and this is what I have come up with: McCain is not for me!&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/2884885926816313435-5286110951023489497?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/5286110951023489497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=5286110951023489497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/5286110951023489497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/5286110951023489497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-guns-and-america-aka-gop-convention.html' title='&quot;God, Guns and America&quot;  aka The GOP Convention'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-3579384812260327297</id><published>2008-09-03T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:53:21.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democrats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='republicans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Artifice or... Why I decided to become a Democrat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tend to get a little passionate about everything in my life. I also do not have a hard time making up my mind about the smallest things or the really important decisions. For example, I liked Barack Obama when I first heard him 2+ years ago and thought he should run for president and I liked him throughout the primaries. And I am passionate about this election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I come from a family who is religiously republican. I was with them for a long time, but then I started listening to the republicans and comparing what they said they believed (small government, lower taxes, family values, etc.) to what they actually do. For example, living in Utah, a notoriously republican state (Bill Clinton got less votes than Ross Perot!!!!!), we still have some of the highest state income taxes in the nation. What about the fact that we have gotten so in debt under the current administration, when republicans are supposed to be the more fiscally responsible party. Perhaps this is because the republican party is run by rich business people and, as evidenced by big business in America, rich business people care only about taking care of themselves not their employees (anyone checked out the pay received by top executives of Walmart compared with the workers at Walmart) and shareholders (at least if it is publicly traded).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that there was a major disconnect between my religious views and the views of the republican party. How can I, a Christian, follow a party that does not have any interest in helping the poor, the sick, and the needy? How can I follow a party that says it is the poor people's fault that they are in poverty and if they would just work harder they would not be poor? How can I support a party that doesn't care that millions of middle-class Americans cannot afford health insurance? How can I support a party that doesn't care that the insurance companies deny rightful benefits to the sick and weary who cannot fight them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't! So I decided that I could no longer sit on the fence and I threw my hat into the ring with the democrats. However, this does not mean that I am not open to listening to the other side. I listened to Obama's speech at the Democratic National Convention and he spoke on the things that I care about. He discussed the domestic issues that should be addressed by the next administration. He spoke of change, but he also discussed compromise. He radiated hope and I absorbed it. The republicans only laugh about Obama's campaign for change and ask how is he supposed to change anything? But Obama understands that change does not come from the one man on top, but rather it comes from the people in mass. But how to you unite the people to affect this change? People must have hope that there can be a change. If there is no hope, there can be no will to make the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I came home to my family raving about Palin's speech. (Of course, they did not listen to Barack Obama's speech.) So I listened to her speech on youtube and I felt despair, the opposite of hope. I tried to listen with an open mind, but I did not hear any substance on how she and McCain were going to improve our lives or at least talk about how we might face our problems. She used the republicans' favorite election strategy of fear, which I have fallen for before and I refuse to fall for again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear will not make anything change. I have been trying to figure out how our nation was able to change during the 1960s, I don't know if I have figured it out, but I don't think the change came from fear. There might have been fear during the time because of all the political unrest, but I think that the change came from individual people with hope, thinking they could make a difference, and causing change by standing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if Obama can do all he wants to do, but I have personal hope that I can try and make things better around me. And I have hope that others are also feeling hope that they can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This election I will vote for hope (even in Utah)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-3579384812260327297?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/3579384812260327297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=3579384812260327297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/3579384812260327297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/3579384812260327297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2008/09/speaking-of-artifice-or-why-i-decided.html' title='Speaking of Artifice or... Why I decided to become a Democrat'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884885926816313435.post-6206651104091687720</id><published>2008-01-29T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:53:40.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretentious poetry'/><title type='text'>Hidden</title><content type='html'>It creeps, crawling, scratching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing the conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpressing and magnifying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can it do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has it done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inching in moments, sliding, slipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabing the fissure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearing and scarring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884885926816313435-6206651104091687720?l=assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/feeds/6206651104091687720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2884885926816313435&amp;postID=6206651104091687720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/6206651104091687720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884885926816313435/posts/default/6206651104091687720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://assiduous-artifice.blogspot.com/2008/01/hidden.html' title='Hidden'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00403254421694206701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
