<?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-3729300239821344938</id><updated>2011-10-10T14:21:55.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANDLER</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-8444517709445932291</id><published>2011-09-11T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:41:24.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exausted....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am exausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to make matters worse.....crazy cant describe my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a bit...Messy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However...Amid the crazy, out of control, disappointing and very hard life we all live....some things make me feel like it will all be okay. Sooner than later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I left work around 6:30pm. As I left, the air was moist and cool. Something that doesnt happen in Arizona often. The sky was an array of colors and the wind was swirling around like the left over clumps of chocolate powder in your milk. I pulled out onto Schnef Road and looked at the incredible beauty around me. Farm land stretching for miles...green rows of something I couldnt name. Seemingly small homes dotted the land and the smell of freshly wetted hay filled the air. A smell I miss from the ranch in New Mexico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked about, and was so humbled at the beauty I could enjoy, even if my life seemed to ugly. The sky was filled with rain clouds, but what stood out, was the sun. It was an unspeakably beautiful color. The orange was deep, and sweet. Burnt almost....Slowly falling to the edge of the earth it got darker and richer. I wanted to grab that big ,round ... amazing thing and take a bite out of it. I was sure it must be ripe and juicy. Nothing that would disappoint this perfect place I was in. As I drove west on Combs road, I marveled at the perfect painting in front of me. As the sky got darker, the air around me was saturated with pinks and oranges and dark grays. A color pallete you wouldnt believe. In the sky directly in front of me, There was a dark, smeared cloud of gray and black. The kind you see when it is raining in a far off place. The lightning filled the spot near it. One big gaping hole was filled with the most perfect and bright blue Id ever seen. And farther off north there was another perfectly placed hole filled with a color I wish I could capture with paint. It was a pinkish hue, unmistakably the most pretty shade Id ever beheld. A small touch of orange graced the edges of the hole. It looked like something you would see in Heaven, matter of fact, I am certain that It was a window into what must have been a meadow in Heaven, filled with flowers in hues of color I could only dream of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky was like a painting that I can only hope I could recreate. Of course I would never think I could paint something as perfect as my Father in Heaven...But He did create me. And I hope I could try and imagine what he might have thought up when he painted that sky for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lightning lit up the darkest parts of the sky...Much like the truth in all things lightens up the darkness in our lives. It pierced my eyes and my soul. I felt like the power that radiated from it was straight from Heaven. Small and short lasting pieces of the power and purity and goodness that is waiting for me in the Life hereafter. I can only hope....I couldnt grip my reality quick enough. I was swept away by the view. I was amazed at what I felt. The peace and understanding that I felt. I kept recieving small pieces of clarity and it felt so wonderful. I drove as the cool, wet air wound and whipped through my windows. My hair became tangled into chunks and I wanted to close my eyes and feel the cold, perfect rain drops on my skin. I thought how perfect it would be to stand in those fields and just breathe the perfectness around me. Let the cold drops hit my skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream alot these days. I feel so much hope in dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we were blessed with dreams so we could see what beautiful places we could go, the amazing things we could accomplish. Its the Lords way of helping us keep our hopes alive in a world he knew would feel dark and suffocating. Dreams free us from those days we feel our chest tighten, and our heart rates rise. They free us from the feelings we cant control, the tears we cant hold back, the disappointments we cant help and the darkness we can only make so light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so humbled that I can see, and feel and be in this beautiful place. That I am able to take it in and let it be a place of goodness and Hope. I dont believe for a second that Life cant be beautiful and perfect...not matter how far from that it seems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3729300239821344938-8444517709445932291?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/8444517709445932291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=8444517709445932291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/8444517709445932291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/8444517709445932291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2011/09/exausted.html' title='Exausted....'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-4045529584859260904</id><published>2011-01-28T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:28:32.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quotist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;" Positivity is the root of all Possibility, Dig it up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;-Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I think I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Last night, I was up, Feeling rather inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This quote was the only thing that popped into my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I dont need a "like" button for this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I already Love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Happy Friday! &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/3729300239821344938-4045529584859260904?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/4045529584859260904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=4045529584859260904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4045529584859260904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4045529584859260904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2011/01/quotist.html' title='A Quotist.'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-7314810260768835763</id><published>2011-01-19T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:42:48.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To....dun dun dun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor, Arizona.&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 so excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am ready for a big change. New job. New faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New challenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new Me. &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;It's about time I get goin' with my Life and my Self betterment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive recently applied for jobs at the hospital in Show Low and hope I get one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, I also have a job being a Nanny for the Perkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am SO EXCITED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cash and Stetson are my little dudes I'll be watching and Its going to be amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its something I am ready for. This is going to be UNREAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its the part of my life when things start happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got invited by one of my favorites to Ireland in October and Im going to start saving my Pennies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you know what else, I want to go to Hawaii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Taylor, Here I come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its time to start workin, and savin and moving FORWARD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more looking back!&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;I will miss so many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you all so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there are a few special people who never left my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Family. I love them with ALL of me. And I am so grateful for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kelli, I love you sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama , Beccabear and Drew Holleran. You guys have been such HUGE blessings to me. I love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And gosh, if i could list them all out. EACH and EVERY single one of my friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you guys. ALOT. &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;Dont ever give up on yourselves. Love yourself enough to give yourself what you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and want)&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;I love you guys! Cross you fingers for me! Im on a HUGE MISSION and IM NOT STOPPING HERE!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Breeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-7314810260768835763?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/7314810260768835763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=7314810260768835763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7314810260768835763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7314810260768835763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2011/01/news.html' title='The News'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-4258516176872765253</id><published>2011-01-11T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:34:06.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Lesson,Never Learned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder how I can move so far backward, Its like I never moved forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder why I make decisions or put myself in situations that Ive been in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and theres no good that come from it.&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 sick of who Ive become, where Im at in my life, and where Im Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to stop feeling like I have to rely on someone to be happy.&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 discovered a few things about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its mostly phsycological. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since Ive been divorced, I had this overwhelming need to confirm I can handle SOMETHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At any point, I just wanted to feel as though I wouldnt fail at everything I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see, It all started with the realization that I failed at marriage and being a good wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it became much bigger, soon enough, I felt as though id fail at everything I would ever do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, in some sort of failed attempt to regain my own self worth, I began trying extra hard in everything I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, I tried too hard.&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 begin to try and take care of everyone I met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a mother would do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt the need to make others happy so I could drown out my own needs and feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would overwhelm the people in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And from there, I began thinking to much. Worried I would never be good enough for anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how well I could care for someone, I feared I could never make another person happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im afraid ive gone off the deep end, and become to reliant on the acceptance of others that Ive forgetten to figure out who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know who I am, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I doubt that often because Im in a state of confusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I constantly wonder if Ill ever succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If ill ever really be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If ill ever be able to make somone truly happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If  I will ever feel Normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive pushed away everyone I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I start liking someone and feel like I want to really be good at that relationship, and scare them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I was just loyal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I guess I smother people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know why I feel the need to try so hard. But I do. Im passionate about what I do. All the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I havent seen the movie Eat Pray Love yet, but I have a feeling Im like Julia Roberts character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to remove myself from this familiar setting and start thinking about my health, mentally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Physically.&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to learn to rely on myself , and myself alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to learn to be okay when Im alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that when the day comes I have become reliant on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe then, I cant look for someone else to rely on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then, they can comfortably rely, on me.&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;Time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until then, Im goin to try and be okay with the fact that once again, Ive failed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ill accept it for what it is, and start focusing on 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;Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-4258516176872765253?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/4258516176872765253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=4258516176872765253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4258516176872765253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4258516176872765253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2011/01/lifes-lessonnever-learned.html' title='Life&apos;s Lesson,Never Learned.'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-3902808061429409948</id><published>2010-11-18T22:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:35:55.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It all Started with my Mom getting sick this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No big deal, just the flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was in bed, getting rest. And I decided to go hang out with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We go out to the desert for fourwheeling often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have kinda had my fair share as of late, and so had my friend Kj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, him and I decided to go longboarding instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The plan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet the Crew at Native New Yorker for Wings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet back at Jayrods house to depart for the desert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we did that much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As far as I knew, the plan was still that Kj and I would not be going to the desert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and instead be going longboarding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, as everyone prepared and hung out for the desert, Kj and Spencer said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"we will be back!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I figured they went to get some energy drinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About twenty minutes later, the crew was ready to leave. No kj or spencer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I text Kj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No response.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As far as I know, Im not going, thinking the plan was still on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I stayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly it was completely silent. Not a soul in sight. But 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 text Kj again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still, Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After 30 Minutes I figure something came up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Icecream it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I went to sonic by myself and got icecream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I went to Kelli and Richies and ate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But by this time, I've heard nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a little upset, but mostly worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, as you can guess, its now 11:30pm and I've still heard not a sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They could be hurt or just hanging out with other friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have NO idea what it could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because once again I'm left hanging onto nothing but my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which are getting too carried away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My thoughts have swayed in and out of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"i must be really boring, and totally lame"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"they could have gotten in an accident and here I am worried about me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its terrifying not knowing if your loved ones are okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To top it off....My mom is now in the E.R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 Spinal Taps later, and she is being tested for Meningitis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The results wont be in for at least an hour, and even then, we have no idea what the plan is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Here I am. Worried SICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Praying my Mom is okay and that my friends are safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems as though i've become the person with a huge lack in information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, if you have questions, Don't ask 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 pray that everyone is okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray that at some point in this life, I'll figure out if Im worth the time and energy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to even tell whats going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because at this point...nothings in my favor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PLEASE, Spare me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep them all in your prayers! Im sure everything is okay, and that there will be a peaceful end, but just for now, Ill be worried. &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/3729300239821344938-3902808061429409948?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/3902808061429409948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=3902808061429409948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/3902808061429409948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/3902808061429409948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/11/worried-sick.html' title='Worried Sick'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-4665664122415419254</id><published>2010-11-15T00:56:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T01:08:41.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Profanities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its better say the word profanities than to actually say them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is what i'd like to do now.&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 this post was going to be a good one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but because its 2am and Im not in a mood to care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wont be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to scream. LOUD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So loud that someone can hear me, and will come running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know the feeling. Im sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and if you dont, you are one lucky soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;theres a feeling of sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a pang of pain in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kind that when you cry, Actually hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like heartbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a long time i didnt think that was real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I know it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its something we all feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like when you decide to go to a dance party wiht friends and end up following a car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FULL of your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while you drive behind, in your own car. EMPTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, that did happen. and what i felt was pure sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when does it become MY turn to have someone who truly honestly sincerely genuinly loves me for who I AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when is it my turn to run into someone who wants so bad to be in MY company because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im interesting, or funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At this point, i guess ill just assume i have no substance and am not worth a thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im ready to run. my feet are buried and planted in this ground, but my body wants so bad to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when will i be able to fly, to move to just GO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;far away from this place and all of these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter how sincere and real i am, no matter how much i love my friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im not feeling back, when i try to give &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just want to be in a place where i can free myself from these chains and find peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where can i go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what can i do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think its my turn to be helped.....its my turn to find someone who needs a project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im a lost cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;worthless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyone need a project, you might receive blessings for this one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-4665664122415419254?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/4665664122415419254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=4665664122415419254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4665664122415419254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4665664122415419254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/11/profanities.html' title='Profanities'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-83942966490392145</id><published>2010-10-27T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:39:08.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember that one Post?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TMjUAgKr8GI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Yd9mfwjyir8/s1600/UTAH+%2710+030.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/_PGj-obmavVs/TMjUAgKr8GI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Yd9mfwjyir8/s320/UTAH+%2710+030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532905247324500066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TMjUAVNOc0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/MVF9hB5U0dQ/s1600/UTAH+%2710+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TMjUAVNOc0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/MVF9hB5U0dQ/s320/UTAH+%2710+032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532905244382360386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya, the one where I go on and on about how "its a feat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I am here to calm your every worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(because I know you've all been wondering)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am still working towards my goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been tough, and I did, admitadly take a small break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I could go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I went to school....Some people wouldnt put it in that category&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Pima Medical Intstitute to be a CNA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(certified nursing assistant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a 5 weeks program in which I am proud to say, I got a 4.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure anyone could do it, but I didn't think I could swing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I did. And now, I get the pleasure of looking for a Job! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am keeping my eyes peeled for a job at a hospital, hopefully in Pediatrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Im assuming that wont fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, as for now, I am jobless and schooless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its no fun, I hate feeling lazy and unaccomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besides that I am tryin' to get myself spiritually and physically fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the point in life where I get a little discouraged and have WAY too much time to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking is okay though, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, back to my original topic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(im easily strayed, obviously)&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 yet to get back to the gym, not because I am lazy, but because i put my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;account on hold until i have a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i believe the term is "living within my means"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My means dont exactly wanna pay for gym and gas and groceries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and blah blah blah...So...that it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall be patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go walk outside, since the weather is so amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;breathe some fresh air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ride a bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get out of this house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will be nice...except as I speak, I hear someon rustling outside my window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creepy...Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway...I guess this is my update for now...But soon enough ill be back with a whole wonderful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;post about my accomplishments in the past few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until then, if anyone wants to play...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im around!&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 wonderful WONDERFUL Halloween weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Bree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-83942966490392145?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/83942966490392145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=83942966490392145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/83942966490392145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/83942966490392145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/10/remember-that-one-post.html' title='Remember that one Post?'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TMjUAgKr8GI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Yd9mfwjyir8/s72-c/UTAH+%2710+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-6132663550772921335</id><published>2010-10-01T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:30:01.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TKbRY3-HfuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/TFkKt34zWBM/s1600/FUN!+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TKbRY3-HfuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/TFkKt34zWBM/s320/FUN!+121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523332218288045794" /&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;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as you all know, Thats when I blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, As of today, I'm done with the class part of my CNA Program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so exciting. First, because I have a 4.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you know me, I'm not so bright. I don't get 4.0's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next week we will go to the a nursing home for clinicals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a little nervous, but I love old people and I am excited to get the hands on experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On another note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After next week, I will be jobless and scheduless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is exciting for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, because Tuff is in town. I get to go on some fun adventures with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second, because I get to find the perfect place for me to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part of me wants to move away, and the other wants to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But mostly, I want to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kinda feel like I need to do what the character in the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eat Pray Love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just, go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Id love to find myself in a foreign place. Left with nothing but myself, my thoughts and a peace I cant find in a familiar place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe that I find peace in an unfamiliar place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am left with my clear thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing surrounding me that is familiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can focus on the peace that surrounds me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another reason I want to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't seem to have many Good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kind that call you daily just to laugh with you and check on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ones who spend a day doing spontaneous things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends who WANT to hang out with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ones that like me for what I am and what Ive been through in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I am a good person, with alot of love and excitement for life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to have fun, go on trips, relax, laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not complicated.&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 think everyone I know, may think I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to meet people who want good relationships, ones that will Last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to be the kind of person who just has alot of friends and goes out to alot of parties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to be with people I love and who I can be a good friend too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never really liked those awkward greetings with people I kinda knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always loved being a good friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, Its really just me ranting and raving about nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, the usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, its okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im not too worried, things will work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon enough ill have the people around me who matter most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;besides my amazing family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you like to have fun, chill, laugh, talk, listen to music, stare at the fan, throw chonies at the fan, make pbjs at 2am, take random trips to the mountains, sleep, eat, chair dance, go to the mud bogs, camp, get excited over camp fires and fuel... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just to name a few...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inquire Here. &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;Love, Bree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-6132663550772921335?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/6132663550772921335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=6132663550772921335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6132663550772921335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6132663550772921335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/TKbRY3-HfuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/TFkKt34zWBM/s72-c/FUN!+121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-2205372866023833835</id><published>2010-09-05T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:13:13.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight I watched A Walk to Remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those of you how have seen it, know that this movie is Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But even when I knew the ending, I could still smile throughout the whole movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It made me Hope for Love and Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It made me realize that I haven't ever sat down and thought about those small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and simple things that I want to do in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course I've done those lists of the "5 years from now, 10 years from now"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I was always so vague. I just wanted to list the basic goals and be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I've never sat and thought about the small details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little things that make me smile, the things I want to get out of life, now and in the future.&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 decided to make a list of the things that I want, and the things I hope for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its not an organized list. Nor, is it a list that an english teacher will ever get a hold of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because its My list. A list I create, I can add to it, I can cross things off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It can be sloppy or numbered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any way, Its my list.&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;I want to pack my bags, get in my car, and drive. I don't want to have a destination, or a care in the world. I just want to go. I want to see the small book shops, and old, weathered men sitting on the side of the road. I want to drive through the greenest trees into the most humid seasides. I want to see the sunflowers, let the wind tangle my hair and not worry how it looks when I've arrived. I want to listen to music the whole way. Screaming the lyrics at the top of my lungs. I want to see the world, and hold it in my hands, I want to discover the feelings Ive never felt and relive the most perfect moments Ive lived in. I want to smile as the sun rises, and the sunshine warms my face. I want to hold a tiny baby, one that has never been loved like I could love it. I want love that little baby like its own never could. I want to serve the sick and those who don't have what Ive been blessed with. I want to work and sweat and build a home for someone who doesn't have one. I want to read to an elderly woman, take her back to her days when she stood in the road and twirled in circles, when she used to buy sodas for a nickel. I want to lay on the beach of a beautiful place, sift the sand through my fingers. I want to ride a horse on the shore and watch as the waves crash around me. I want to sit in a tree, and carve my name next to someones, with a heart. Just like in the movies. I want to smell the gasoline and hear the brapt of the dunes, feel the cool air all around me as I hold tight. I want to make blueberry pancakes for my kids in the morning, and teach them to sing in the afternoon, even though I dont know how. I want to build a fort and pretend we live in an enchanted land where we ride horses and save the helpless. I want to wake to the bed bouncing and my kids all around me. I want to feel my heart race and my stomach fill with butterflies, I want to smile knowing I've gotten as far as the Lord wants to lead me. I want to fill my home with the spirit and with learning. I want to grow old , and sit on a rocking chair at the end of a summer night, cold lemonade in my hand and talk of the days we were young and wild. I want to kiss my tiny baby, study its features and marvel at the miracle that I created it. I want to sing songs all day long, and pick wild flowers in a field. I want to work hard everyday, knowing I get to comfort and reassure the sick. I want to be someones miracle. I want to make someone smile, who never does. I want to lift up the people that surround me and inspire others to be better. I want to be better, I want act better and I want to help other be better. I want to give away this Love that I have in my heart to so many people. I want to use this spirit that I have for all that it was meant to be used for. I want to bring other unto this Gospel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want others to know the Peace and Comfort that I feel when I know I have the Lord in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The peace that I feel when I know that if Ive made a mistake I can pray to my father in heaven and ask him for forgiveness. I want others to feel this feeling that I have. When I can go to sleep at night, and know that I will be protected from the dangers of the world, because the Savior loves me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I watched A walk to remember, I felt a small flame of Hope burn inside me, that one day I would be able to do some many of these things, and so much more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because the Lord has bigger plans, than I have for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I want to be on that plan, I want to live so that I can see where that takes me. I dont want to take this life for granted just because I know there is a life after this. I want to fulfill all that I need to here and now, in this life, so that when I go to the next, Im ready.&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;I want my family, and my friends to know that I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That they mean the world to me, and not only that, but they mean Forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want them to know that I want to see them in the life hereafter, smiling because they have found the peace that living this life right will have brought them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want them to know that I believe they deserve the world, they deserve happiness and peace. And I hope they find it. I know they will.&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;I'll be back to add more, or, perhaps Ill just write another post. Infact, that sounds about right. Considering how much I love to type. Obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take the time to write down the small and simple things you want to do, and one by one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its good for the soul.&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;Love, Bree&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/3729300239821344938-2205372866023833835?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/2205372866023833835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=2205372866023833835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2205372866023833835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2205372866023833835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-list.html' title='My List'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-6242979513880844571</id><published>2010-08-26T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:20:56.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alma 53:20-22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they were all young men and they were exceedingly valiant for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;courage, and also for strength and activity; but behold, this was not all-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they were men who were true at all times in whatsoever thing they were entrusted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea, they were men of truth and soberness, for they had been taught to keep the commandments of God and to walk uprightly before him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now it came to pass that Helaman did march at the head of his two thousand stripling soldiers, to the support of the people  in the borders of the land on the south by the west sea.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/THdf_BBM8zI/AAAAAAAAAdw/YOTilY8KQi4/s1600/serious.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/THdf_BBM8zI/AAAAAAAAAdw/YOTilY8KQi4/s320/serious.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509978205320966962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/THdf-Ve1UVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/o45BFflhqX0/s1600/trenton+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/THdf-Ve1UVI/AAAAAAAAAdo/o45BFflhqX0/s320/trenton+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509978193634087250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I read these scriptures last night, I recalled upon two different types of courage, strength, activity and truth in all things.&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 men and woman fighting in horrific battles, risking their lives every moment so that we might have freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are men and woman who are sacrificing the oppurtunities of life for something greater than they, missionary work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In verse 20 it says "...they were men who were true at all times in whatsoever thing they were entrusted."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be this valiant and courageous. I want to be TRUE in all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want the Lord to Entrust me with important battles, and work. I want him to Entrust me with the things of this life and the things of the life to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entrust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div class="sblk"&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to confer a trust on; &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to deliver something in trust to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to commit to another with confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the Lord to know He can Trust me. And that He can commit to me in confidence that I can do it. That I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to stand for strength and activity. I want to do the Lords work in all things. Follow his path, and his will for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In turn, I can put my Faith in the Lord, and follow his commandments and entrust him to guide me where He would have me go, where I Know I will be happiest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm grateful for this scripture. For the Men and Woman who fight for my freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and for the Men and Woman serving Missions for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Im grateful for their Courage, Valiance and Support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to be as Helaman, and Lead my brothers and sisters to the support of eachother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to support members and non-members of the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to support family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to support others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not because I have to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But because I want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I  need to be humble. and Grateful for the blessings in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For all that Ive been given. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I need to be more courageous and valiant and stand for whats Good and Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to be entrusted with the care and love and support of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No matter the circumstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because I can, and because I want to be like my brother Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I strive to be like him and in being like Him, I am like Helaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I am like the men and woman who are serving around the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No matter the difference in their service, it is Service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank You to all the Soldiers and Missionaries who are doing all that they can to bring freedom and rightness to those around them. I keep you in my prayers and am humbled and privelaged at all that you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Walk Uprightly before the Lord, be true at all times in whatsoever you are entrusted , and the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;will Bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="scnt" style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3729300239821344938-6242979513880844571?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' 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now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with word that my Dad has been in an accident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom says he is okay, But he hit his chest pretty hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I type, They are with a doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know any more than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But one thing I know is that I am completely humbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am afraid for my Dads safety and Health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more importantly I knew that to find comfort in this scary time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I needed to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took myself to a bedroom and knelt humbly before the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;asking him for safety upon the rest of my family and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To watch over my dad and allow him to be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I prayed I knew all would be well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that through faithfulness to the Lord and constant Prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with an open heart and contrite spirit that my family and loved ones will always be kept safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the wiles of Satan, and the Dangers of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that in this scare, I have realized the importance of Eternal Families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It opened my eyes to the importance of showing my family all the Love that I feel for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It helped me realized that we are so blessed to have families here on this earth with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are blessed to have eachother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot tell of the gratitude that fills my heart that my Dad is okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so grateful for him. I know he Loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He sacrifices SO much everyday for me, and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know he loves me and supports me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is humble, kind, loving and Im so grateful for these things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the things  he does for me everyday. And for the example he sets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my dad. I love my Father in Heaven for blessing me with such and amazing person in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im grateful for the assurance that in all trials, I can turn to the Lord, and I can always ask him for safety upon my friends and loved ones.&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;Be aware of those around you, Love them. Show your unconditional love for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever hold back and Never ever let your Pride get in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is more important to tell them you love them Now, than wish that you had done 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;There are certain people in our lives for a reason. Never let those people go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold onto them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold onto your Hope and Faith that they will always be kept safe.&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/3729300239821344938-702793523308217333?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/702793523308217333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=702793523308217333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/702793523308217333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/702793523308217333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/08/close-call.html' title='Close Call'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-8506536688057050881</id><published>2010-08-16T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:32:26.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Here and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TGnzpFbIspI/AAAAAAAAAdg/tFZeQQZ13XA/s1600/bow.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/_PGj-obmavVs/TGnzpFbIspI/AAAAAAAAAdg/tFZeQQZ13XA/s320/bow.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506199906593321618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The soft, cool air drifting gently through the windows of my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A quiet peace sat near as I lie in my seat. My hair removed neatly from my neck and placed on my shoulder. Single strands brushed against my face as I listen to the sound of the musty monsoon season drifting nearer. I lie with my eyes closed. One arm stretched atop my head and the other neatly place on the headrest. I feel comfortable. Peaceful. Quiet. The earth  rotating around me.Yet I sit here, content. No movement beyond the time, as it slowly floats by. I don't notice the time. I don't feel the moments pass. I feel myself being in the moment. I am aware of each small sound. Crickets chirping their innocent sounds, the blades of what grass there is, were scratching against eachother. The lights buzzed softly with moths and tiny insects that only knew this moment and the light that surrounded them. I noticed the calm, quiet, steady breathing next to me. I listened intently to the perfect pace. My heart filled with gratitude for these blessings that are the moments I am in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A peace so good, and right. No, these moments are not passing by. Like the tiny fluffs of summer that drift through the air and make me sneeze. I am taking them in. I know this moment. I feel this moment and I will always be able to reach inside and find those sweet increments of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and relive them. Because I do not let these go by. I enjoy them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I breathe in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sing in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I listen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I create.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For in time,there will be a moment that will dance quickly by and never be endured or lived in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for those, we grasp these moments we do live in. And we remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The here and now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever. &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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-8506536688057050881?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/8506536688057050881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=8506536688057050881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/8506536688057050881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/8506536688057050881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-and-now.html' title='The Here and Now'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TGnzpFbIspI/AAAAAAAAAdg/tFZeQQZ13XA/s72-c/bow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-5198825425437327969</id><published>2010-08-12T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:06:44.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've been going all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although this is good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You realize its alot better than just sitting in bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waiting for the time to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You really shouldn't think so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but, well, thats you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little girl in the living room will sleep fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so will you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But mostly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You should stop worrying about the things to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;theres a reason they call this the Present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because its a Gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, It is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But how will you Sleep when you're mind is cranking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at 100 miles a minute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You will probably have to take a nice, relaxing hot shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, turn on some good, calm music and write a letter or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, in no time, you will be holding your eyelids open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's that simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, Get goin.&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. It's only a matter of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, You.&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/3729300239821344938-5198825425437327969?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/5198825425437327969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=5198825425437327969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5198825425437327969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5198825425437327969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-me.html' title='Dear Me'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-6469835189162634424</id><published>2010-08-12T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:25:27.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I, or Shouldn't I? Thats the Question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TGOgz4_cZTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5VBGPQyfMzs/s1600/aye+mamacita+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TGOgz4_cZTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5VBGPQyfMzs/s320/aye+mamacita+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504419982909138226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TGOgzTdWF9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wMIsMe6JsJQ/s1600/aye+mamacita+1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TGOgzTdWF9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/wMIsMe6JsJQ/s320/aye+mamacita+1947.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504419972834006994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLD....Chipmunk Cheeks and Crazy Hair....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TGOgzK-nzGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c0vtuW58KLY/s1600/aye+mamacita+1946.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TGOgzK-nzGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c0vtuW58KLY/s320/aye+mamacita+1946.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504419970557660258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prom: 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TGOgytopmTI/AAAAAAAAAdA/RR_QReWHV5s/s1600/aye+mamacita+1939.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/_PGj-obmavVs/TGOgytopmTI/AAAAAAAAAdA/RR_QReWHV5s/s320/aye+mamacita+1939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504419962680875314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OLD...&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;I don't know what to say. These pictures are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll Just be honest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want your Honest Opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my hair needs a break from Blonde. Its been blonde for a year and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its bored, Im bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Im considering Dark, With bangs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, I'll do what I decide last minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sitting in that chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;either way, these white trash roots I have now, need to go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, come one, come all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voice your opinions....but be gentle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brown? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh? &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/3729300239821344938-6469835189162634424?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/6469835189162634424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=6469835189162634424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6469835189162634424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6469835189162634424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/08/should-i-or-shouldnt-i-thats-question.html' title='Should I, or Shouldn&apos;t I? Thats the Question.'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/TGOgz4_cZTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5VBGPQyfMzs/s72-c/aye+mamacita+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-5356287314507056055</id><published>2010-08-09T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:42:41.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of the Best days Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TGC8NUftrnI/AAAAAAAAAc4/claCJzihdgE/s1600/loveisall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TGC8NUftrnI/AAAAAAAAAc4/claCJzihdgE/s320/loveisall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503605681672793714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I can say is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've haven't FELT this happy...In awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't SMILED this much in ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't had this feeling is so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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;I Know Things work out for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I KNOW Heavenly Father will make paths for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that He loves me, Because even when I stray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even when I make a dumb choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He still guides me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He guides me because he wants me to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He still loves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and wants me to grow closer to Him.&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 seen so many countless Blessings in my life recently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its hard to hold back the gratitude I have for my Father in Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He KNOWS me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He LOVES me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; And because I know these things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It helps my testimony grow that I will be Happiest where he guides me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know fully, that if I am willing to sacrifice the little insignificant things I want NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Do all that I can to grow closer to him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The end result will be my COMPLETE happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside. and 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;I am SO happy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even my mom noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said she hasn't seen me this happy in a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its because I have had some major changes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and some MAJOR closure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and some MAJOR excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, you will possibly know what Im speaking of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Grand Secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A secret so wonderful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;delightful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;peaceful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;REAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that it will make even the toughest Smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. One day I will write of Wonderful things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I know...All things work out in mysterious ways..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know its because thats how the Lord works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Works 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;&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/3729300239821344938-5356287314507056055?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/5356287314507056055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=5356287314507056055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5356287314507056055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5356287314507056055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-of-best-days-ever.html' title='One Of the Best days Ever.'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/TGC8NUftrnI/AAAAAAAAAc4/claCJzihdgE/s72-c/loveisall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-2501632154352248392</id><published>2010-08-04T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T01:22:18.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, I think I've already lost It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, I wish I would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.&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 sitting at home, all alone in my big bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating grilled chicken and listening to FM Static.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The song is called "Take me as I am"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it so wrong that I hate being alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to spend my time thinking about myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Worrying about little things that never matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or ever will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the feeling that at any moment I could think something I dont want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't get me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so comfortable just relaxing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am okay when I can be quiet and Peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life isn't so hectic and insane that when I get the chance to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I know I have to ability to make it so much better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with someone by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will never be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I am not the type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who wants to be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to love someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take care of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give them all that I have, and Fight to give them even more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to feel peaceful knowing I can give all I have to offer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to someone who wants it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some may say Im in too much of a hurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just know when I am happiest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I can fully give all I have to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But don't really....I don't have anything to give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if you wanna, you can sew me 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 just know one thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God made me this way for a reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd rather spend all my time serving and doting on someone else &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because when I'm alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all I do is think think think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it never gets me anywhere but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So for now, I'll settle with my chicken and Hunger Games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ill listen to music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do the 3 dishes in the sink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and clean out the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know sooner than later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll just wanna say goodnight to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One things for sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When that day comes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will have plenty of love to give and It wont ever go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I am okay with 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 may be losin' my mind but I still got my Heart.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(P.S. I loooove you guys!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-2501632154352248392?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/2501632154352248392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=2501632154352248392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2501632154352248392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2501632154352248392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/08/losing-it.html' title='Losing It'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-5564847666501088192</id><published>2010-08-03T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:48:53.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Went, And I'm Glad I did.</title><content type='html'>&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Lake Powell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Met my new friend Cason...&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/_PGj-obmavVs/TFhQt0e7eRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Z7BPGEPyZAk/s1600/LAKE+POWELL+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TFhQt0e7eRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Z7BPGEPyZAk/s320/LAKE+POWELL+061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501235692945766674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spent alot of quality time with Rhetlee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TFhQttuoCuI/AAAAAAAAAco/Q2JiBVRbkwA/s1600/LAKE+POWELL+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TFhQttuoCuI/AAAAAAAAAco/Q2JiBVRbkwA/s320/LAKE+POWELL+062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501235691132553954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loved watching Squishy Be Cute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TFhQs7r-YfI/AAAAAAAAAcg/r8mixFhzIY4/s1600/LAKE+POWELL+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TFhQs7r-YfI/AAAAAAAAAcg/r8mixFhzIY4/s320/LAKE+POWELL+066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501235677699662322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decided Buddha would be a Heartbreaker when he grows up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TFhQsOHFLbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iidr2k5hOl8/s1600/LAKE+POWELL+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TFhQsOHFLbI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iidr2k5hOl8/s320/LAKE+POWELL+065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501235665465322930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took tons of Pictures ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TFhQrnQrDpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Tc__-ToYlVQ/s1600/LAKE+POWELL+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TFhQrnQrDpI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Tc__-ToYlVQ/s320/LAKE+POWELL+008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501235655036571282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Had a Blast. I don't even know where to begin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was an amazing trip. With Amazing people. I feel in love with the Olsen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Ashby Families and Decided My new obsession is The Lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(2nd in line to The Dunes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Im am glad I decided to go, and put aside my fears of looking ugly all week,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matter of fact, I didnt even think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was having too much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realized Life is too Short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have got to love who we are and just Live Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gahh, I Love Lake Powell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love being Sunkissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love feeling like Butterflies live in my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love My cousin Shaunie and her Hubs Ramsey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love Love Love LOVE! &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/3729300239821344938-5564847666501088192?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/5564847666501088192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=5564847666501088192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5564847666501088192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5564847666501088192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-went-and-im-glad-i-did.html' title='I Went, And I&apos;m Glad I did.'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/TFhQt0e7eRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Z7BPGEPyZAk/s72-c/LAKE+POWELL+061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-8639250981255805094</id><published>2010-07-21T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T13:38:36.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Grateful For: My Brother Coby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TEdZkahV6-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/bJYuMafJQi8/s1600/P1007220353139.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/_PGj-obmavVs/TEdZkahV6-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/bJYuMafJQi8/s320/P1007220353139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496460352358312930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's Us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is my Older Brother Coby Duane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is one of my Favorite people, and Best Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Granted, He has a girlfriend (who I also Love) and we have Busy Lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think of him as a Best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because we are so much alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Have the same humor and have habit of talkin crazy with eachother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which always gets the rest of the Family laughing.&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 Bro. He is seriously one of the Funniest people Ive ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's tough, and he is super Cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I guess it runs in the family ... haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coby is also very different than I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He owns a Zoo in his room... Practically. I wouldnt mind an animal or two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Not a ZOO in my ROOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, only if there were a Monkey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to say how neat he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's super smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAY fun to go out fourwheelin with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and He supports me. He is always there for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and 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;Im so glad he's my brother because some of my best memories and laughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were with him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you Cobus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-8639250981255805094?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/8639250981255805094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=8639250981255805094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/8639250981255805094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/8639250981255805094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-grateful-for-my-brother-coby.html' title='I Am Grateful For: My Brother Coby'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TEdZkahV6-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/bJYuMafJQi8/s72-c/P1007220353139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-3889311380306504905</id><published>2010-07-20T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:24:19.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Grateful For: My Brother Cade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TEaESkIufZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/POFiXUAH3Jc/s1600/P1007220339487.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/_PGj-obmavVs/TEaESkIufZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/POFiXUAH3Jc/s320/P1007220339487.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496225849725058450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some days, I think I'd like to grab him by the ear and lug him to the garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, Most days, I am Grateful for this Guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's Hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's So Smart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he's a Cutie Patootie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know he will accomplish amazing things in his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has such a neat personality. Although SO different from the rest of us kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is different in amazing Ways. He's So totally cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love it when he has something funny to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Admittedly, Sometimes I don't laugh even if I think its Hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because Im too caught up in my own selfish thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont pay attention to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Im going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because He's AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its kinda like he just....Knows what to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has a great imagination, and still acts like a kid. Like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are so much more alike than sometime I like to admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, He IS my little brother. Im supposed to give him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tough Love , Right?&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 just hope that Kid knows How cool he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think of him and my coolest little brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think of him as my Friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I dont act like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know he will do great things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I Know he's my brother for a reason.&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 this Kid!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-3889311380306504905?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/3889311380306504905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=3889311380306504905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/3889311380306504905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/3889311380306504905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-grateful-for-my-brother-cade.html' title='I Am Grateful For: My Brother Cade'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/TEaESkIufZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/POFiXUAH3Jc/s72-c/P1007220339487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-6151352369188360992</id><published>2010-07-20T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:35:10.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I got invited to the Lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lake Powell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I excited? Of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I am Paranoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not down 20lbs yet and I look awful in a Swimsuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so super embarrassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know If I can make myself go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besides that I do not have natural wave or curl to my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and its flat as a board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be on the beach, camping and swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a whole week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One Whole Week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That means, No makeup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swimsuit all day and night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lets not mention, that if I cant shave, Ill have hairy legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gross.&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 almost made up my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of us just don't have natural beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feel like we can look pretty just being Us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well thats 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 feel intimidated and Highly nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iwork out every day and am Trying to get myself in shape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But thats not good enough until I see results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sooooo What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just Do Not know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gaahhhhhhhh&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/3729300239821344938-6151352369188360992?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/6151352369188360992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=6151352369188360992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6151352369188360992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6151352369188360992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/07/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-6242003327837564111</id><published>2010-06-22T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:46:32.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Feat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I am going to start off by saying that sometimes there are things we just have to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And in my time back home I have realized a list of things that I am in need of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;1. A better Patience and Understanding for the Lord's Plan for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;2. A better spiritual well being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;3. A better attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;4. A better way to relieve stress than by eating and sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;5. A healthier diet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;6. An all around life Change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Yes. I have decided, just as everyone does at some point in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;To Change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I hadn't really dwelled on the life I had been living until I realized I wasn't Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I went running one day and realized I could hardly run for a half of a mile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I ate when I was upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I Sat around alot, feeling like I wasn't able to do much else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And one day it hit me, that I could never be happy this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I don't do well with text book living, or monotonous schedules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I do well with change and excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So, seeing as how I have a very monotonous schedule with a very exciting girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and not alot of ease when it comes to eating right or getting in my workout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I decided to take it into my own hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I went out on a limb and I got myself a gym membership&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and a Personal Trainer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Most people will argue that I could do it all on my own if really wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;That its a waste of my money.&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 what I have to say to those people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I do well with challenges and I realized that for myself to lose the weight I need to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;To Be Healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and to get in shape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I needed to do this for Myself. Its not for anyone but Me.&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 realized I couldn't hardly walk without my chest hurting me and my ankles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;throbbing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I realized My life was more important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My health was more important.&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;So, about a week ago, I start a new schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;8am-4pm Work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;6pm Mon-Tue-Thurs-Fri Personal Training&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Its not perfect, and yes theres alot of down time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But because I am actually being active&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and Motivating myself to be better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I can feel a difference in my walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In 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;And thats what its all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Its not about the looks I get from guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;or the clothes I see on other people, that I want to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Its not about sitting down and not seeing a roll on my stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;or the way I look in my swimsuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;None of that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;None of that will ever matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Because in the end, all that matters is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;If I lived my life to the very fullest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and Loved every second.&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 am working out daily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;When I take the time to read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;or write my thoughts down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;When I take the time to Pray, and get some spiritual insight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;When I take the time for a Hot bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and some Good Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;When I can wake up in the morning feeling the tightness in my muscles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;though it be little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I can smile and Know that I am healing myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I am doing something for myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So that I can do ALL that I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;For Others.&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;Its a circle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;First, you must care for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Get yourself to a place of contentment and peacefulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Though it may not be perfect, because no life is, it will be Sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Then, After you have brought yourself to that place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You can Fully care for those around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;When your focused on the health of your loved ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;it strengthens you even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You feel more capable and more able.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You feel better, happier, more content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But in NO way can this happen, Unless you Love yourself First.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So, Friends, I want to include you in my journey to self improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I want to share with you the journey of a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;who is broken inside, who is at a point in her life who feels like I am not capable of much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Even just exercising daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;These simple things have become hard for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And I want you to be here with me as I Move Forward on my Journey.&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 going to do something that I would never imagine to do before now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But I want to do this for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This is like my Journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So, Here goes Nothin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'm Going to post a picture of Me. In my Chonies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Okay, I lied, Not my Chonies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;A swimsuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The wretched Swimsuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'm doing this to follow my own improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I feel like If I share it with you, it will motivate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And maybe, If theres anyone out there like me, Who feels so broken inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and so Uncontent with themselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You can do it 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;I will Make it a goal to post once a month, maybe more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;On my progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This will help me to force myself to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;because then I'll know that You will be watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Maybe no one will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But, Because I am ready for this change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and willing to humiliate myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;for my benefit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TCGEzx96fVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/N78PruUGfsM/s1600/aye+mamacita+405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TCGEzx96fVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/N78PruUGfsM/s320/aye+mamacita+405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485811846235192658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TCGEzZqTzuI/AAAAAAAAAbg/z8n0olv3o7o/s1600/aye+mamacita+978.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/_PGj-obmavVs/TCGEzZqTzuI/AAAAAAAAAbg/z8n0olv3o7o/s320/aye+mamacita+978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485811839710514914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TCGEywHjE9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/sP6FHA0qeKA/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TCGEywHjE9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/sP6FHA0qeKA/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/TCGEywHjE9I/AAAAAAAAAbY/sP6FHA0qeKA/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485811828558861266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize these are pretty immodest and kinda gross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you do what you got to do right! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are just some pictures of me as I am in part in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in each picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where I am struggling to feel good about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Granted, it has NOTHING to do with the people in the pictures with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love each of those people. Its just showing myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I am not happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, This is the beginning post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my journey on Self Improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I hope you'll be there along the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause when someones telling me to do it, I can! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are all amazing, each and everyone of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I hope you know that the first step to finding happiness for YOU,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is self acceptance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And KNOWING that you ARE worth the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the effort to moving forward and finding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be safe, and Until Next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Much Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bree &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/3729300239821344938-6242003327837564111?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/6242003327837564111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=6242003327837564111' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6242003327837564111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6242003327837564111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-feat.html' title='It&apos;s a Feat'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/TCGEzx96fVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/N78PruUGfsM/s72-c/aye+mamacita+405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-5300651885855286290</id><published>2010-05-24T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:20:25.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S_tqwT25dzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HXWd6sckYGM/s1600/6416_114638984365_571204365_2365091_7068776_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475087150195767090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S_tqwT25dzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HXWd6sckYGM/s320/6416_114638984365_571204365_2365091_7068776_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S_tqwFtrw-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/euYklQLf7Ho/s1600/6416_114638954365_571204365_2365088_2115492_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475087146399024098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S_tqwFtrw-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/euYklQLf7Ho/s320/6416_114638954365_571204365_2365088_2115492_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S_tqKt7w95I/AAAAAAAAAag/hJJsEDz3BaI/s1600/6416_114641664365_571204365_2365216_3604163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475086504360474514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S_tqKt7w95I/AAAAAAAAAag/hJJsEDz3BaI/s320/6416_114641664365_571204365_2365216_3604163_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a long time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt;' I've got.&lt;br /&gt;No rains gonna wash it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No Suns gonna bleach it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's here and I want to run from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I plant my feet right here where &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where my roots take me back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leavin&lt;/span&gt; this place&lt;br /&gt;Till Ive got dirt on my face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and some bone in my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; holding out strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; gonna hold on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what my brother would do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'd tell me to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and walk in his way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'd tell me to smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;work and serve all the while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My knees will get shaky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart will feel broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tears will roll&lt;br /&gt;But Ill continue on my journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till all things have been spoken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not sit down and cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ill stand and make known the warrior I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Satan cant take me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive got my brother at my side&lt;br /&gt;and with this faith, I wont hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a battle worth fighting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is worth living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This spirit is worth strengthening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I wont give up on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like I want to share with you a story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took a bike ride tonight and wanted to just let the wind hit my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes its just nice to breathe in some fresh air and let all the bad go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I did Just that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked up at the stars and thought:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heavenly Father, I know what the meaning of life is. I know where &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; here. I know this gospel is true, I know its right and good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know whats right and whats wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you created this beautiful place and that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; here for a purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sometimes I wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Ill get to the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on this earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I am most peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that each day has its struggles. I am not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing comes easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I also know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That through Faith, comes Hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And with faith and hope and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of determination to fight for my own peacefulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My own Happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Goodness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I will find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when I get there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will be Bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because even then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Trials and Tribulations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will seem worth the fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know my Father in Heaven gave me this spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I can fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I can know what its like to want to give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am worth the fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That peace, that happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its worth the battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And once I win the war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The battles will come easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately I cry because I feel like I just can't do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just cant go another day feeling like Ive got nothing to live for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I do have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to live for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive got a Life to live for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;Sunrises, sunsets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughing and crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goosebumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all seems worth it in that moment when I feel so happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that makes me know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its worth it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if I want to give up and just sit in bed all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Broad is the gate, and wide the way that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leadeth&lt;/span&gt; to the deaths; and many there are that go in thereat, because they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; me not..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've learned that only through my Faith in my Father in Heaven and in my brother Jesus Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can direct my own path, according to my Fathers plan for me, and it can be away from that broad gate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learned that I will make mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that through them I am strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is not those mistakes that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I make myself from the mistakes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not let them mold me or determine my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I make it for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" For straight is the gate, and narrow the way that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leadeth&lt;/span&gt; unto the exaltation and continuation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the lives, and few there be that find it..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk on that straight and narrow path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from here until He comes again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will fight this war and win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will fight the battles and conquer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when I go to the gates of Heaven and look at my Brother,and my Father in Heaven,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will Know that in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is the Truth, the Courage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my weaknesses and downfalls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the trials&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will have been made strong unto me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be Done with my learning and growing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be strong and refined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will know who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the Fight that I fought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will start all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Around here, however,we don't look backwards for long. We keep Moving Forward, opening up new doors and doing new things, because we're curious...and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep Moving Forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3729300239821344938-5300651885855286290?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/5300651885855286290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=5300651885855286290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5300651885855286290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5300651885855286290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-time-coming.html' title='Long time Coming'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S_tqwT25dzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HXWd6sckYGM/s72-c/6416_114638984365_571204365_2365091_7068776_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-3981227556445006589</id><published>2010-05-07T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:18:36.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;If someone hurts me, offends me, or is rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I'll immediatly forgive them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;They don't even have to tell me they are sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;But for some reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I am being hated on as of late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I do a good deed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I get punished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Okay so, I could have done it differently but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;that doesnt change that its done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;that is was all done from the kindness of my Heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I think sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We get carried away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Life gets rough and Trials attack us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Its like your senses are off kilter and we don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We feel violated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;frustrated &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;But at any point in these trials&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;we must remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Because if we posses these qualities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Trials will always be much easier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;on our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;our Spirits and our Bodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I totally dislike when there is contention in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It just doesn't agree with my Simple way of thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Which is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Forgive and Forget &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and I wont regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Life is too short to be angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Angry enough to dig for more reasons to be angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;too short to be mad at someone whose done no wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;too short to waste my thinking on angry thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I want to look back at yesterday, or even 5 years and say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I apologized and I did what I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I was kind, I was patient and I handled it well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I handeled it like My Brother Jesus Christ would have.&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 friends, I love my Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I love them so much, Id do anything for anyone 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;Even someone I dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What I do know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;is that I find more peace with myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;When I can handle a situation with Grace and Patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And I also know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;That any trial I go through will make me Stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I want to be Courageous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I want to be Strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I want to be Tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;But I dont want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;to be hard headed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;arrogant or pompous.&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;I just want to look at myself and say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It's okay. It's All good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;can get better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;so can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My Attitude.&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;Forgive and Forget Quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Love Intensely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Live Fully.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-3981227556445006589?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/3981227556445006589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=3981227556445006589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/3981227556445006589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/3981227556445006589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-5430399081896873397</id><published>2010-05-02T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:25:15.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have 2 New Albums</title><content type='html'>&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;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;On Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I don't like How is takes Blogger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;like 5 hours to download my Photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;As you all know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I went to vegas last weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It is Filthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But it was still Funnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And this weekend I took a random Trip to Six Flags and Redando Beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;with my friend Trent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And It was a Blassstt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Needless to say, I give you some picture from each Adventure and if you'd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;like to see the rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Search me On Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Yes, I do have a facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Yes I do.&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S93sxNUjwPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RH9A8QbQMlo/s1600/SixFlags+Weekend+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S93sxNUjwPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RH9A8QbQMlo/s320/SixFlags+Weekend+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466785852831285490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S93swLb0qdI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jSXt5ys-xT4/s1600/SixFlags+Weekend+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S93swLb0qdI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jSXt5ys-xT4/s320/SixFlags+Weekend+043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466785835145013714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S93svkc685I/AAAAAAAAAaA/jVoegEinrCs/s1600/SixFlags+Weekend+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S93svkc685I/AAAAAAAAAaA/jVoegEinrCs/s320/SixFlags+Weekend+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466785824680637330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is My Lady Bug, His name is Sace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S93su3VVrzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/pjq9gHulTtE/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S93su3VVrzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/pjq9gHulTtE/s320/034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466785812569239346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S93suE7kN7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/g1DG4xvKbiI/s1600/007.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/_PGj-obmavVs/S93suE7kN7I/AAAAAAAAAZw/g1DG4xvKbiI/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466785799039367090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't necissarily say the giant white bear is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Creeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He Is. &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/3729300239821344938-5430399081896873397?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/5430399081896873397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=5430399081896873397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5430399081896873397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5430399081896873397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-2-new-albums.html' title='I have 2 New Albums'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/S93sxNUjwPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RH9A8QbQMlo/s72-c/SixFlags+Weekend+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-111847767973123276</id><published>2010-04-17T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T13:54:01.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round One- To Miss Swagger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S8oapqK_gGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/3ToGyB2LTL8/s1600/las-vegas-strip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S8oapqK_gGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/3ToGyB2LTL8/s320/las-vegas-strip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461206801137500258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Las Vegas, Nevada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I  have never laid Foot on the Soil of this Forsaken Place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But This weekend, Ill be making a Trip, No, A Journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the countries &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dirtiest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dirty Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is What we will Be Making. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its Not just a vacation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or A leisure Trip my Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will be coming back Billionaires. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Millions are for the Birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive packed my Black Dress, and High Heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Hair is Vegas Blonde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My nails are done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My legs are tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my Teeth are White.&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;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;Ive got dice and Ive Swagger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Hands are gettin Hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like throwin down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right Here on The Strip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I might get Caught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My fingers grip, The snake eyes Glare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im layin it All Down on Red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You Will never go There.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makin my Billions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Swag is Legit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dont threaten Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or ill have to Make you Quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your money is mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your a Fool I can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its only a matter of Time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ill walk outta this place, Sunglasses as a mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suit coat crisp and clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Youll Know we own Billions, and itll Never be Clearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You cant talk our Talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You cant walk our Walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hell No I wont be your tutor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you  wanna be Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause Im'a Hot Shooter. &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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boom.&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 Judge, Just be Jealous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will Be Ballin All over Vegas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Cousins wedding is Gonna Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Friends, I cant wait to Throw down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(by that, i mean, visit the m&amp;amp;mfactory)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am SOOO Excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Infact, My friend K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went on a Diet with No Soda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Whole Month,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No Soda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so he can play Craps.&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 preparing for this weekend for a Month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to Show Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who Wins and who Loses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What Happens there, Will Stay there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(except, ill be showin tons of pictures, be prepared!)&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/_PGj-obmavVs/S8oapNixd9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/pBucvjSNyeM/s1600/las_vegas_welcome_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S8oapNixd9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/pBucvjSNyeM/s320/las_vegas_welcome_sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461206793452615634" /&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/3729300239821344938-111847767973123276?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/111847767973123276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=111847767973123276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/111847767973123276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/111847767973123276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/04/round-one-to-miss-swagger.html' title='Round One- To Miss Swagger'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S8oapqK_gGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/3ToGyB2LTL8/s72-c/las-vegas-strip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-2291471180129742715</id><published>2010-04-15T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:10:57.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Christ Lives, And, He Loves Us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S8bIFook6wI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1GvKnNgEsu8/s1600/jesus-christ-pics-2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S8bIFook6wI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1GvKnNgEsu8/s320/jesus-christ-pics-2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460271597365816066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Know He Loves Us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know He Died for Us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Know He never gave Any of us, something we couldn't handle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know when we Feel we can't Handle it, He can Strengthen Us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know He guides Us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know He has provided a Way for Us, that we Might all Return to Him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know that Through him, we find Peace and Happiness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know that Following His path and His way, will Only Bring Us Joy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know His Gospel is Right and True.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know he Put Special Guidelines for us, Because they are Right and can only bring us to Him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know When that Sweet Spirit is Near, I feel Calm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes, I don't Know Much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I KNOW this:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;There will never be a moment in my life when I ask where God is. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is There, in Heaven.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking down on us, Putting a guiding light in our lives.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Loving us, Preparing Us, Teaching Us, Strengthening Us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He Will NEVER leave us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I KNOW&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He Loves Us. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-2291471180129742715?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/2291471180129742715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=2291471180129742715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-5649719638258101875</id><published>2010-04-06T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:52:34.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse of Independance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S7wrqLAER5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/FNmMW7qYaMY/s1600/aye+mamacita+2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S7wrqLAER5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/FNmMW7qYaMY/s320/aye+mamacita+2275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457284851973769106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S7wpOkFAhbI/AAAAAAAAAZE/VxixcchllkI/s1600/20081214025400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S7wpOkFAhbI/AAAAAAAAAZE/VxixcchllkI/s320/20081214025400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457282178645788082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I sit and think about the past few months of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize how different of a person I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel guilty at the outcome and often wonder what I will learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I also know what I have already Learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As many of you may know, And many of you may not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was married for a little over a year of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To an amazing guy with a heart of gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Sometimes we make mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and do things that don't make sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I've also been divorced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my 22 years of life in this planet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never learned more of myself than in this last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, it was alot to go through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just to learn some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I know, that in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will be a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heavenly Father loves each of us and wants each of us to be Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when I say Happy, I mean Completely Peaceful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we aren't, He doesn't expect us to stay that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well Ever since I've come back to Mesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have had to adjust alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am finally going to start my old job back up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which I am afraid of. I feel like Ill Fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I havent worked in a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fee like Everything I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is like a new start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I also feel like Im new at all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its scary to be someone for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Meet a New You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then have to return to the old you once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im afraid to Live life. Im afraid to Run and Let myself Fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im a Dreamer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its a curse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Dream all day of how I want to be, Who I want to become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday I strive to be better at something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some things I have decided for myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Be outgoing, Don't be afraid of anyone. Chances are, they are just as scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.Make new friends,Love people, Love yourself- and others will too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Work Hard.Working hard makes me strong and capable of so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Smile all day. Don't let the little things take away your sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5.Be kind. To everyone, Love them like they are you Family. Drop what you're doing and serve them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Take in the moments, not the hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7.Enjoy the small things. But Don't ignore the big moments in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Trust myself to Be. Be good, Be happy,Be smart, Be wonderful,Be intelligent, Be kind, Be patient, Be selfless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9.Don't be afraid to follow your dreams. Take that random trip, Sing out loud while your driving, Dance around the kitchen, Smile at a stranger, Take chances, Take Risks, Learn new things, Never be afraid. Nothing can stop you, But you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Love unconditionally. Myself and Others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I read this list, Im certain I have left some out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im certain I have thought of others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they may be significant 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;But thats No matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I know that As I try to do this, sometimes Ill be brought down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am the only one who can let myself feel defeated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But today, I felt defeated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I havent been working as much as I needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I havent done all that I can to better myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have made dumb decisions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We never stop learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that when My clutch is bad, I shouldnt drive to Tucson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that when I have No money I should go spending it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can recognize the feeling that tells me something isn't a good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week I have tried to make friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And because I am so attracted to things that guys like, I like to make friends with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided not to be afraid of myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I introduced myself to a guy at the mud bogs who is a mechanic and Likes to play in the dirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is a good friend now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I want to work on a truck, just to learn how It works,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He will do it with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to reconnect with old friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ones who will go to midnight movies, and get pumped about going to Las Vegas with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just because we wanna Dress like we're millionaires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I let myself go offroading with some new people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didnt hold myself back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now they are good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kind who call at 10pm to go cruise the desert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or hit the mud bogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or go find treasure around town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like being me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im spontaneous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not embarrassed to act stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slap Happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to play in the dirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do something crazy just to feel that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like being confusing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like not knowing what tommorrow will hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like getting excited about one night camping trips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just to leave and come right back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the smell of gasoline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lyin on the ground just to look under a truck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loud music and driving fast.&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 me. And I am okay with 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 try to be honest and tell it how it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend is struggling right now, he has been in my life for 5 years now. And I have always cared about him. I care about my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a tendancy to love unconditionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is my downfall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom tells me Not to count on making alot of guy friends because guys my age &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;want wives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I just wanna be Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shes So right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it makes me angry. I just want to be a good friend, maybe  I just wanna be one of the guys.&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 went to walmart and Bought My friend some survival goodies and put them in a bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I took them to his moms house just so he Could have a surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother told me Not to be TOO nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got so angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to be kind. I did it because I know it will Help. Because I know it will make things easier on him. Because I care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And thats all I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be ME, without all the assumptions, the judgements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want things to make sense, I want others to understand who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always want to do and be the kindest person I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If that means making a package just so you Smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If  I want to drive 2hours just to be with an old friend, Just to escape here, and go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know Im independant-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to drive far-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all by myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to buy my own things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pay my own bills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be tell you you are amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Not feel like Ill lead you on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to tell you YOU CAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Not have everyone tell me I am making you believe something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to Love you and Not feel like I have to marry you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to smile at you, just so you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to rub your back, because it hurts, And I want to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to give you a note because your day was bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to Laugh because your funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;call you to see how you are.&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 say You, I mean all my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want my friends, my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to know I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to tell you I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I hope you know I mean it.&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;I dont want being me, or being independant to be a curse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont think its meant to be that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to do what guys do, I want to sleep under the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fix things that are broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have dirt on my face and not care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have my hair in a mess, and it be no matter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to have a zit and not feel like pounds of makeup is needed to impress you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to come over in sweats and a ponytail just to hang out and relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to eat food and not feel like im being compared to the anorexic girl next to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be proud of my chubby self and to love me, for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you dont like how I look, Its okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone is different. I dont need the world to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And thats all that matters.&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 I can make new friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and have them forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope I can continue to learn about Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know sometimes Ill doubt myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ill be stronger tommorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Know who I am, And what I feel and what I mean. And I promise to be honest and kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Promise to never give Up on myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or on my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise to remember I CAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know you can too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a purpose on this earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its not to hide behind my fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or run away from an oppurtunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its to embrace to the good, and be 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The worth of Souls is Great in the Sight 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;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;Love, Bree &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-5649719638258101875?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/5649719638258101875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-3742641468254235227</id><published>2010-03-17T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:46:16.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Happy Saint Patricks Day Everyone!&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;Now moving on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;is going to be EPIC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I will be heading over to one of my favorite Bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(even though I dont drink,Im allowed to Love a Bar right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;TobyKeiths I love the Bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Because the one and only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Easton Corbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S6EvPOYsxpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/BRviHQ7SXq0/s1600-h/easton-corbin.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/_PGj-obmavVs/S6EvPOYsxpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/BRviHQ7SXq0/s320/easton-corbin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449688962701248146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S6EvOhSNt7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/gpRPh4pUZck/s1600-h/easton_corbin_a_little_more_country_than_that-320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S6EvOhSNt7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/gpRPh4pUZck/s320/easton_corbin_a_little_more_country_than_that-320x240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449688950594451378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will be Debuting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But thats beside the point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its also Free and Fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im waiting to shower until before that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I feel alll good and ready to PARTY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without the drinks of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like at the Gretchen Wilson Concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ill be drinking water and dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My butt will still jiggle and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People may or may not still think im Drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least Im a Friendly " Drunk"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now for a Tale:&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;Yesterday My sister and I sat in bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and decided it would be Grand to get in the little red car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and drive to Tucson to see my Dear friend Kamry and her three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little angels. We were stoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gathered my things, my siblings and went out the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We drove and drove...for what seemed like ages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the weather was amazing and were were blasting music with the windows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing is better than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I noticed my cars RPMs reving up and the speed going way down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I did all I could to stay at a normal pace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when the RPMs got to 5 and the speed to 40 I decided I needed to Pull over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did just that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I went to the side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The clutch just went out, Right under my foot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good thing I was getting off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We called my mom, and asked her to call Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause we knew he'd think we were retarted for driving that little piece of crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the first place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH WELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sat for 3 Hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I enjoyed the loud music, and the Nice breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 Officers stopped to check on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cade Got way bored and Opened up the back seat into the trunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I may or may not have thought about closing the seat so he was stuck in the trunk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally Our Amazing Dad shows up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Him and that Dolly in allll their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;U-hauled glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is my Hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wakes Up at 3am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and works until about 4pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He works his butt off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he has to jump in the truck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drive 2 hours to tow us back 2 more hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I am SOO grateful for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We LOVE you Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats my Story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Sadly we never made it to Kam's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But  I WILL and NOTHING will stop me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Oh and did I mention we Also Said Prayers. Its no wonder we were So safe all that time, right on the edge of the busy Highway...)&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;Hope Ya'll have a Fabulous Fabulous Day Today!&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/3729300239821344938-3742641468254235227?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/3742641468254235227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=3742641468254235227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/3742641468254235227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/3742641468254235227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-day.html' title='HAPPY DAY!'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S6EvPOYsxpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/BRviHQ7SXq0/s72-c/easton-corbin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-2057476688287632458</id><published>2010-03-15T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T03:06:51.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ihop? Somewhere? Anywhere? Nowhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, Its been a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(obviously)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A long day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(not so obviously)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to church with some friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who, I must say, I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean it, Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love them like they be my own siblings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe thats awkward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I love em' anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend K and I went over to our friend J's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(really his grammas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I made K and B eggs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who woulda thought while I cleaned up the mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Id make a bigger one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J will tell you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(he called me out on it. Awkward)&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 left for Church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was no matter to me that just moments before Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was being made fun of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is a certain Peace and Comfort there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The spirit Dwells there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And  I am grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like a recharge for my batteries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im grateful I have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im grateful for friends.&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 church, I went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sat on the computer for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( i really mean "awhile")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and was supposed to hang out with another friend, G. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G ended up not being able to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I went back over to K's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awkward story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in the back of K's truck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(back seat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B and K were in the front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K's parents drive by, stop, and so did we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K's dad Stares me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a bull would do to a stupid man in red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but he didnt move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He just...Stared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWKWARD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats it. Guess you had to be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in the end, He realized it was just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little ol' Bree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harmless little Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hallelua.&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 went back to K's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we rented a Redbox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(whoever invented it, is loaded)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and got the Time Travelers Wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not suggested...Theres alot of Face hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and bad acting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet, but So not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other news today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K,B and J decided I am a HATER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, a hater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I speak truths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like For instance: Cute girl in Church, AKA, Sacajewa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tell them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very Cute, Not your type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Making fun of the Fake hair in the T.T.W movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telling J and K that Craps is lame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hater.&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;I learned today, that Indeed, I am a hater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of all things Cheezy, Unrealistic and Cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this such a Crime? No. Am I still a Hater. Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends, This post was really random. Its now 3:05am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously need to go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and I think I saw Hayleys Comet tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That comet was Just doin' it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doin Work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep good guys, Loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-2057476688287632458?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/2057476688287632458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=2057476688287632458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2057476688287632458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2057476688287632458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/03/ihop-somewhere-anywhere-nowhere.html' title='Ihop? Somewhere? Anywhere? Nowhere.'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-7518500701596453899</id><published>2010-03-09T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:56:13.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gretchen Wilson at Toby Keiths I love this Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S5dAcCxVjqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cnMW7YMg1aE/s1600-h/Gretchen_Wilson_1_-_CMA_Awards_2004_-_lg.6773302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S5dAcCxVjqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cnMW7YMg1aE/s320/Gretchen_Wilson_1_-_CMA_Awards_2004_-_lg.6773302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446893124852223650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S5dAbrTzXZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/lfIGMTRH16Y/s1600-h/gretchen-wilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S5dAbrTzXZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/lfIGMTRH16Y/s320/gretchen-wilson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446893118554332562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S5dAbCPXaEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zfYoVRZCO74/s1600-h/gretchen-wilson-photo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S5dAbCPXaEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zfYoVRZCO74/s320/gretchen-wilson-photo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446893107529869378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, This Very Sexy Lady was in Mesa, Arizona Tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( and I am allowed to say shes sexy, Im allowed to check out girls...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was doing her very first Show in a small Venue and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHE ROCKED IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a whole new respect for this girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She really does ROCK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and sounds just as amazing in person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOW COOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, that was my adventure for the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I loved it.&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;I also Hiked today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(some of you are probably gasping in shock)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you should be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I havent done that much physical activity since I walked to the mail box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went up Usery Pass, and it was ROUGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can feel my Hips and Knees starting to stiffen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going again tommorrow. Whether or not I die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to get in shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This has been a realization of mine forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight, while I danced and shook my big ol' butt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It Jiggled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JIGGLED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heaven forbid, it jiggle. I mean...Come On.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I danced anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Every once in awhile Id come back to reality and realize I was probably causing an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earthquake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Id stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its called common Courtesy People!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meanwhile Other people, walk by, Hit you in the jaw and then shove their dadnabbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elbows in your ribs, and it gets nasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was bein nice anyway though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause even though Im a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Redneck Woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can be a High Class Broad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay not really, But I can be patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, it was a fun night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I totally suggest listening to Gretchen, cause she'll rock your socks off. &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 Fabulous Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves! Bree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-7518500701596453899?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/7518500701596453899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=7518500701596453899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7518500701596453899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7518500701596453899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/03/gretchen-wilson-at-toby-keiths-i-love.html' title='Gretchen Wilson at Toby Keiths I love this Bar'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/S5dAcCxVjqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cnMW7YMg1aE/s72-c/Gretchen_Wilson_1_-_CMA_Awards_2004_-_lg.6773302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-1998402348476018741</id><published>2010-02-21T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:46:23.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea, Im not talking about anything but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just got over and ear and sinus infection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, Im getting another sinus infection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my body hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bad Luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope its not the flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im pretty Sure I havent been sick since at least a year and a half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, I guess its my turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other news, Im cleaning the room tommorrow. Its a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For lack of anywhere to put clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im excited to see the floor.&lt;br /&gt;And be able to find my leggings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Hope everyone is doing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're all amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I hope you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When your confused or Lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can always get on your knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, Bree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-1998402348476018741?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/1998402348476018741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=1998402348476018741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/1998402348476018741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/1998402348476018741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/02/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-6785523297036685439</id><published>2010-02-15T21:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:31:20.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, I Wander...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S3o61ySNPRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZbMKmMBBeCU/s1600-h/loveisall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S3o61ySNPRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZbMKmMBBeCU/s320/loveisall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438724195708910866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S3o61T6e8KI/AAAAAAAAAYI/QSlTGeFEVrQ/s1600-h/endnovember-december+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S3o61T6e8KI/AAAAAAAAAYI/QSlTGeFEVrQ/s320/endnovember-december+006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438724187556343970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In and outta thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been gone forever, and wish I had more to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One fabulous thing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I got my package from Kass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loove it. Thanks Kass, You are amazing.&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 gone awhile, and felt like I should Say Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I haven't posted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive been reading everyone elses' and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;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;There are so many inspiring people and things around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It gives me Hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Im grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next while will be tough and confusing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I know that because I have support&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More importantly I can Pray for others.&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 do.&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;Phil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you'll never read this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause lets be honest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whats so interesting about my rambling ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to know I think about you a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I smile at memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you're okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter what happens &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Always keep you in my prayers and in my Heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was worried about you while you were in California. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But so happy to know you Finally got the chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get away from the snow, to surf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you Love it there, and At home in New Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought of you, Your chiseled Chest and strong, working arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carrying a surfboard to the ocean. Sunset hitting the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Sand, Light and color reflecting off your dark brown hair, eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was sad, that memory was created in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I was so so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you're strong. Your faithful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're courageous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're patient, Kind, Hardworking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Im grateful for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For 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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope everyones Last few weeks have been pleasant, Enduring, and Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope we remember to soak in those precious moments with ones we Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To remember the smell, the colors, the feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To take in the smile, the laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures can wait, because our minds will always hold more memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our minds remember details, feeling, sights, happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The creases in a smile, the crows feet at the eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The color of the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The movement of the leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sway of the hammock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The warmth of a chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The touch of a hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The comfort of protection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tinyest bits of moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the most important ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wont always be found in pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in Memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Share those with the ones you Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the ones Who love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and with those, who you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day you will Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im grateful for Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the answers I recieve from my loving Father in Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I will always find happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through Prayer and The love of my Heavenly and Earthly Family.&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 everyone had an amazing Valentines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you all know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That each one of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has a special meaning to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for you examples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your kindness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You beautiful Photographs of your Memories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharing your lives.&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;I'll be back soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Bree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-6785523297036685439?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/6785523297036685439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=6785523297036685439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6785523297036685439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6785523297036685439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-i-wander.html' title='Sometimes, I Wander...'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/S3o61ySNPRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZbMKmMBBeCU/s72-c/loveisall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-7536335776582124713</id><published>2010-01-26T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:26:37.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1_cjBQcuxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Nz4YWahl9M0/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431302169823066898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1_cjBQcuxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Nz4YWahl9M0/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know Im not much of a blogger, but I must tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be absent for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not because I don't want to blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But because I just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, Life must be lived and dealt with first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is just what I'll be doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so grateful for my new friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hope you all are doing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for being so wonderful and inspiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find the peace of the ones I Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much more important at this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The heart Grows fonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much love, and Prayers your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God, be with you until we meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, Bree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-7536335776582124713?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/7536335776582124713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=7536335776582124713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7536335776582124713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7536335776582124713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1_cjBQcuxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Nz4YWahl9M0/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-218478738861898121</id><published>2010-01-23T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:49:49.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1u1Dxmfn2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/4pXzS4ms2UA/s1600-h/SNOW+038.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/_PGj-obmavVs/S1u1Dxmfn2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/4pXzS4ms2UA/s320/SNOW+038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430132852184293218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt; I just want you to know, I am Addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Yes,  this may seem like a lengthy confession of un-kept time and activity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;But, Its not. I don't think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;I just want to be naturally talented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;I've been blog hopping and have found amazing and creative people that I don't even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;But love and look up to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;Ridiculous?! Yes. And I'm not afraid to admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;It's rather a nice feeling to be inspired by others, It's such a Nice feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;I only want to Inspire others myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;So, Friends, The point of my blog is to ask you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;How. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;What can I do to make a difference to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Need I write a story? A book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Travel the world to feed the hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Create beautiful and inspiring things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Donate all my money to charities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Have a fabulous blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;What Can I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;This question has been eating at me, and I have come to see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;That I am original, Beautiful and Talented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Not temporally talented, But spiritually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;I was sent to this earth for a PURPOSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;Purpose doesn't always mean changing the world,or finding the attention of media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;It means finding a purpose, and giving it purpose, Everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;Everyday, you,and I, we have a purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;We must find what that purpose is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;For Me, It is a jump and a bound and a Journey in itself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;just to find that purpose daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;But I want to live each of my days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;These days Which I'm blessed with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;With a purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;I don't have to change the world, I just have to change how I plan to live with a purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;So, I will take it a day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Accomplishing a purpose each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;And when I die, and sit in the Heavens, speaking with my sister, my grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;my anscestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;About my purpose, I can say, I had one. Everyday of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;And each day I lived, I had that purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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(255, 204, 0); "&gt;I lived that purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&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(255, 204, 0); "&gt;How will you live yours?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&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:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-218478738861898121?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/218478738861898121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=218478738861898121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/218478738861898121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/218478738861898121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/purpose.html' title='Purpose.'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1u1Dxmfn2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/4pXzS4ms2UA/s72-c/SNOW+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-4122704731480519155</id><published>2010-01-22T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:51:24.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographic Snow Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not as enjoyable when it' Dark and Dreary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But when the Sun Shines, It's Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1piVZypv7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/TTbS54zeEFE/s1600-h/SNOW+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429760420588666802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1piVZypv7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/TTbS54zeEFE/s320/SNOW+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1piUzuLzvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/N0nFSqa_p1E/s1600-h/SNOW+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429760410369380082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1piUzuLzvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/N0nFSqa_p1E/s320/SNOW+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1piUVO15wI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MKiq7rcgIV8/s1600-h/SNOW+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429760402184857346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1piUVO15wI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MKiq7rcgIV8/s320/SNOW+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1piT2QH-YI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KlnGFVzvE0I/s1600-h/SNOW+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429760393868736898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1piT2QH-YI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KlnGFVzvE0I/s320/SNOW+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1piTXKh3GI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hgmDVMDGOvo/s1600-h/SNOW+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429760385523768418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1piTXKh3GI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/hgmDVMDGOvo/s320/SNOW+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Obviously No Sunshine in this One.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1pX3gdTOHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/K9gdOYFLn3U/s1600-h/SNOW+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429748911865804914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1pX3gdTOHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/K9gdOYFLn3U/s320/SNOW+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1pX2-ywAKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/St_xOS3JunY/s1600-h/SNOW+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429748902828966050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1pX2-ywAKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/St_xOS3JunY/s320/SNOW+089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1pX2DFLzaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/IGeBOU4k6xg/s1600-h/SNOW+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429748886800158114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1pX2DFLzaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/IGeBOU4k6xg/s320/SNOW+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1pX1nvAdwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/v8Diqp3S9Kk/s1600-h/SNOW+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429748879459383042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1pX1nvAdwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/v8Diqp3S9Kk/s320/SNOW+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1pX1ExBYNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/A4E-nw2sx8c/s1600-h/SNOW+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429748870072590546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1pX1ExBYNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/A4E-nw2sx8c/s320/SNOW+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;/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/3729300239821344938-4122704731480519155?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/4122704731480519155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=4122704731480519155' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4122704731480519155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4122704731480519155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/photographic-snow-journal.html' title='Photographic Snow Journal'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/S1piVZypv7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/TTbS54zeEFE/s72-c/SNOW+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-1498688758456966741</id><published>2010-01-21T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:17:43.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Class</title><content type='html'>&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;Today, I had Denim Bleu and Blazen Trails over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They came over for Art Class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is the Fun that we had!&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/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kUzwOK_cI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yt8e6fuadns/s1600-h/denim+and+blazen+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kUzwOK_cI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yt8e6fuadns/s320/denim+and+blazen+019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429393705122069954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blazen was waiting for his painting to dry and decided to jump off the couch. When he saw me watching he didnt know if he'd be in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope, I told him to go again, and he said "Otay".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kUzi69yjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/u-oYfLilzZc/s1600-h/denim+and+blazen+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kUzi69yjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/u-oYfLilzZc/s320/denim+and+blazen+018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429393701551852082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kUzD9OAGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/haZmyDeGhhI/s1600-h/denim+and+blazen+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kUzD9OAGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/haZmyDeGhhI/s320/denim+and+blazen+014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429393693239804002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denim and Blazen were Looking at the racoon in this book when they found whales and fun creatures. They Loved pretending the book was a spell book too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denim would say " Alacazam, Try try again. Alaczam, Tritsa tree Fort. LOOK BREE! A COUCH FORT!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kUy7eZzgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mG2H5EqPMDg/s1600-h/denim+and+blazen+013.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/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kUy7eZzgI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mG2H5EqPMDg/s320/denim+and+blazen+013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429393690963070466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kUym1pYeI/AAAAAAAAAVA/L97C5MP2mgA/s1600-h/denim+and+blazen+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kUym1pYeI/AAAAAAAAAVA/L97C5MP2mgA/s320/denim+and+blazen+009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429393685423415778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denim and Blazen's Paintings of themselves, I want them on my walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kTNcH-msI/AAAAAAAAAU4/YEgyrF0rGDo/s1600-h/denim+and+blazen+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kTNcH-msI/AAAAAAAAAU4/YEgyrF0rGDo/s320/denim+and+blazen+008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429391947380726466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kTM5rOZWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YTBA_kjltwI/s1600-h/denim+and+blazen+007.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/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kTM5rOZWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YTBA_kjltwI/s320/denim+and+blazen+007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429391938133321058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We painted Noodles to glue on our paintings, and Decided to make necklaces instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kTMs9wROI/AAAAAAAAAUo/KhSSddl3H6w/s1600-h/denim+and+blazen+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kTMs9wROI/AAAAAAAAAUo/KhSSddl3H6w/s320/denim+and+blazen+006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429391934721377506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kTMLiXZuI/AAAAAAAAAUg/NwWgT7FC6sY/s1600-h/denim+and+blazen+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kTMLiXZuI/AAAAAAAAAUg/NwWgT7FC6sY/s320/denim+and+blazen+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429391925748131554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the mess, at the begininng. And now, my counter is covered in colored paint. I LOVE it. I've been meaning to update my kithen with color! Thanks kiddos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kTL6-MTVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dSinPHIDFG0/s1600-h/denim+and+blazen+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kTL6-MTVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/dSinPHIDFG0/s320/denim+and+blazen+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429391921301441874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blazen loved that Phil had a "pistoh" and "cacoon hat", and we were enjoying him playing with them. It was a success, I may not be a professional art teacher But we had fun painting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to my friends who Game me ideas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kass, that website was Freakin adorable and Im SO glad you let me know about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANKS GIRL!&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/3729300239821344938-1498688758456966741?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/1498688758456966741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=1498688758456966741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/1498688758456966741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/1498688758456966741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i-had-denim-bleu-and-blazen.html' title='Art Class'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/S1kUzwOK_cI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yt8e6fuadns/s72-c/denim+and+blazen+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-2591648494264320791</id><published>2010-01-21T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:13:49.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CARAMEL CORN RECIPE...Enjoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1iLAWC7qEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IpS0Pxt5NvA/s1600-h/caramel+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429242188829272130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1iLAWC7qEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IpS0Pxt5NvA/s320/caramel+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will need: 2 Bags Chester's Puffcorn (butter flavor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Karo Syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Butter (buttercream)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baking Soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get a LARGE bowl and Spray with PAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor The Puffcorn into the large bowl (and I mean LARGE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get out 2 large Cookie Sheets and set those aside, sprayed with PAM also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TURN OVEN ON TO 200 Degrees&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;2 Cups Dark Brown Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 Cup Karo Syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Cup Butter ( Buttercream is the best!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Teaspoon Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put all the ingredients into a Pan on Medium Heat, Stir around until mixed together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, Put your stove on High and bring to a boil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continue boiling until the sugar is disolved (dark brown)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take pan off heat and Put in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 Teaspoon Baking Soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stir and watch the mixture puff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor the hot Mixture onto your puffcorn in the big bowl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STIR until all that yummy caramel gets on the corn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spread half and half onto each pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stick one pan into the oven and turn the corn every 15 minutes. Until you think you can't hold back anymore! Just make sure its doesn't burn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(you're supposed to keep it in for an hour, but I dont know ANYONE who could keep that yummyness in the oven that long.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOPE YOU ENJOY! ITS SO YUMMY! AND THERES ENOUGH TO SHARE WITH YOUR WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD ALMOST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much love! (sorry I dont know how else to write a recipe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-2591648494264320791?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/2591648494264320791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=2591648494264320791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2591648494264320791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2591648494264320791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/caramel-corn-recipeenjoy.html' title='CARAMEL CORN RECIPE...Enjoy!'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/S1iLAWC7qEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IpS0Pxt5NvA/s72-c/caramel+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-4557902666204798355</id><published>2010-01-20T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:55:33.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>I have run into a Dilemma! I told a Girl I go to church with, Timber, That  I would be her kids Art Teacher. Just for change of scenery and some fun. Well, Where we will- everyone lives like 20 or more miles apart. I do crafty things, but nothing much for Little Fingers!&lt;br /&gt;Ineed some fun and easy ideas to do with them, Ideas that might also be able to teach kids how to use art and love it. I sure love art, But Im not too good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, The purpose of this post, is to all you little ladies who have kids, and have some fabulous ideas for me! I dont have a store near, so its got to be thirfty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really appreciate it and LOVE you to the end if you could help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denim Bleu and Blazen Trails would also love you for the ideas you give me for them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are amazing LOOVES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-4557902666204798355?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/4557902666204798355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=4557902666204798355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4557902666204798355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4557902666204798355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/help.html' title='HELP!!!'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-6778148928603420943</id><published>2010-01-20T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:00:38.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words for Thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1enHU3gfOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NzC181bdlsk/s1600-h/10222009113956073644_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428991620120870114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1enHU3gfOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NzC181bdlsk/s320/10222009113956073644_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1enG_Ss3kI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ENwjc_XcOWQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kslcyg6hCh1qzdr4go1_500_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428991614329347650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1enG_Ss3kI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ENwjc_XcOWQ/s320/tumblr_kslcyg6hCh1qzdr4go1_500_large.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-6778148928603420943?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/6778148928603420943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=6778148928603420943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6778148928603420943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6778148928603420943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/words-for-thought.html' title='Words for Thought.'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/S1enHU3gfOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/NzC181bdlsk/s72-c/10222009113956073644_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-8816605122221421344</id><published>2010-01-20T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:37:16.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made Caramel Corn...mmm</title><content type='html'>Yes, Its true! I've actually done something productive, and VERY rewarding. Now that diet is a huge thing for pretty much EVERYONE, I can be a little more excited that I have chosen to enjoy life every once in awhile and not feel quilty. I mean, How could you, ITS SO YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1eFIfLa2FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/FBB8Cc2_hd0/s1600-h/caramel+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428954256673265746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1eFIfLa2FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/FBB8Cc2_hd0/s320/caramel+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1eFH0hOWHI/AAAAAAAAATw/7y9eUfH0TBc/s1600-h/caramel+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428954245221996658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1eFH0hOWHI/AAAAAAAAATw/7y9eUfH0TBc/s320/caramel+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1eFHvtZe1I/AAAAAAAAATo/RMEAuBuEcw0/s1600-h/caramel+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428954243930880850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1eFHvtZe1I/AAAAAAAAATo/RMEAuBuEcw0/s320/caramel+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now, Im enjoying it, while---and my newest friend Kassi will love this--- Im watching a show almost exactly like the one Bear Grylls does..but this guy is not as good at his outdoors living haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-8816605122221421344?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/8816605122221421344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=8816605122221421344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/8816605122221421344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/8816605122221421344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-made-caramel-cornmmm.html' title='I made Caramel Corn...mmm'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/S1eFIfLa2FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/FBB8Cc2_hd0/s72-c/caramel+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-8909742881021219506</id><published>2010-01-20T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:05:49.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little fun and Some little Pretties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1dTcxR6Y_I/AAAAAAAAATg/kidVHOkpadA/s1600-h/3613944978_99a0d6cc48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1dTcxR6Y_I/AAAAAAAAATg/kidVHOkpadA/s320/3613944978_99a0d6cc48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428899629548332018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this space, Not sure where I got it from, But I love it! it makes me happy, the colors are just perdy aren't they! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving On...chugga chugga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some frriends of mine, Or fellow Bloggers, who blog ALOT more than I do, and Are amazing, are all doin some fun giveaways or activities that I know you will love!! Go check them all out! I put their blog links on my sidebar! So go visit and see what fabulous fun they are letting us participate in!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love friends! Peaaccee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-8909742881021219506?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/8909742881021219506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=8909742881021219506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/8909742881021219506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/8909742881021219506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-fun-and-some-little-pretties.html' title='A little fun and Some little Pretties'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/S1dTcxR6Y_I/AAAAAAAAATg/kidVHOkpadA/s72-c/3613944978_99a0d6cc48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-6809391746125790980</id><published>2010-01-19T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:48:58.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garnett Kansas and Nauvoo Illinois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z8OixhznI/AAAAAAAAATY/Lqs5C_7m5a0/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662990136266354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z8OixhznI/AAAAAAAAATY/Lqs5C_7m5a0/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z8OFSaMQI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eVDWMZQjpQ4/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662982221115650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z8OFSaMQI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eVDWMZQjpQ4/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z7fQs8-LI/AAAAAAAAATI/3QO9U59fq0U/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662177831385266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z7fQs8-LI/AAAAAAAAATI/3QO9U59fq0U/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z7eyKK3sI/AAAAAAAAATA/igLYxSGbIDo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662169632431810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z7eyKK3sI/AAAAAAAAATA/igLYxSGbIDo/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z7etm0gNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/aYSITA8rvKQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662168410423506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z7etm0gNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/aYSITA8rvKQ/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z7eB0sGEI/AAAAAAAAASw/pya8ds5Y6Hc/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662156657432642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z7eB0sGEI/AAAAAAAAASw/pya8ds5Y6Hc/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z7ds09BCI/AAAAAAAAASo/hH7jfE4hlAQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662151021397026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z7ds09BCI/AAAAAAAAASo/hH7jfE4hlAQ/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z5v0Ay5vI/AAAAAAAAASg/FNW1LvIrKDY/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428660263164503794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z5v0Ay5vI/AAAAAAAAASg/FNW1LvIrKDY/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z5vSUtiBI/AAAAAAAAASY/lhgnaY4_XO0/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428660254121232402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z5vSUtiBI/AAAAAAAAASY/lhgnaY4_XO0/s320/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z5u73IjyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XSEDOLnqTv4/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428660248091594530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z5u73IjyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XSEDOLnqTv4/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z5uRUnu5I/AAAAAAAAASI/nAW_hoFxhis/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428660236672547730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z5uRUnu5I/AAAAAAAAASI/nAW_hoFxhis/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z5t_RRjrI/AAAAAAAAASA/jYzFdkj6NYs/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428660231826673330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z5t_RRjrI/AAAAAAAAASA/jYzFdkj6NYs/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Had the oppurtunity to take some photos, I know they aren't professional, But I love photography. I took these with a simple digital camera, so excuse the poor quality. I just found these in a hidden folder and thought it would be fun to show the beauty of the East in April. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-6809391746125790980?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/6809391746125790980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=6809391746125790980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6809391746125790980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6809391746125790980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/garnett-kansas-and-nauvoo-illinois.html' title='Garnett Kansas and Nauvoo Illinois'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Z8OixhznI/AAAAAAAAATY/Lqs5C_7m5a0/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-10054692524823174</id><published>2010-01-19T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:32:48.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>This was Yesterday, I wish you could see the size of the Snowflakes that fell from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Zc-QmUoUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ZEyhTvSv1UY/s1600-h/this+and+that+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428628625519059266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Zc-QmUoUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ZEyhTvSv1UY/s320/this+and+that+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Today,the sun was out when I woke up from a dreamy slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did much of nothing, until a friend of Phil came by and talked forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then, after much deciding and evaluating, we decided to drive into Springerville, AZ to get some grub and a couple Groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my aunt was visiting she made this amazing amazing caramel corn, so I bought the Things I needed to make it. I am Stoked. But that will be another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're excited. You should be, because its amazzzing. MMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Now we are watching BONES and waiting for something else interesting to come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been reading many intreguing and inspiring blogs and I wanna get creative,but I dont think I was born with that bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Thats the update for now Hope you are all doing well! Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-10054692524823174?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/10054692524823174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=10054692524823174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/10054692524823174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/10054692524823174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1Zc-QmUoUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ZEyhTvSv1UY/s72-c/this+and+that+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-7271161825429107434</id><published>2010-01-18T22:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:21:58.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Picture (because my computer won't load the rest)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1VOpZRwNiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Q3ozmQ7zK2w/s1600-h/this+and+that+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428331398931953186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S1VOpZRwNiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Q3ozmQ7zK2w/s320/this+and+that+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Spirit of Christmas, we took a picture with an adorable puppy, Near a cozy fire and , why am I wearing Orange? Because Red is over done on the Christmas Season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to load some newer pictures of the huge snowflakes and the yummy lunch we had but my computer won't work with me. So this is what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow,Phil is planning a spontaneous day. So, I will take my camera and record it. And if you're lucky, Phil will take some photos. He is an amazing photographer and has an eye for detail. So, We shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're having a fabulous evening. But now I must finish Conan and Get my rest. &lt;br /&gt;Dreams await me.&lt;br /&gt;Adventures do too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-7271161825429107434?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/7271161825429107434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=7271161825429107434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7271161825429107434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7271161825429107434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-picture-because-my-computer-wont.html' title='Just a Picture (because my computer won&apos;t load the rest)'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/S1VOpZRwNiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Q3ozmQ7zK2w/s72-c/this+and+that+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-4070379795818077549</id><published>2010-01-18T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:48:22.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Celebration</title><content type='html'>I Have ONE Follower. Iwant to tel Chloe thanks for being a Friendly Follower, even though I know my Blog is Ugly, and very very boring. But, When I find myself in an adventure or doing something Fabulous like you Always do, I will Post on it. Until then, Thanks Chloe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I need help. I cant even want to read my own blog. Its not very pretty, and is DEFINATLY not my style. I have a horrible camera that cannot begin to portray the pictures I create in my Head. I don't have much inspiration to draw from, and I NEED some help! If you have any tips, tricks or love to give, PLEASE let me know! All my Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-4070379795818077549?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/4070379795818077549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=4070379795818077549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4070379795818077549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4070379795818077549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-celebration.html' title='In Celebration'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-7318409278831053748</id><published>2010-01-12T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:20:04.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen Arrested Development? I have. I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm a little aggrivated. To say the very least. I was posting along, minding my own fingers, when, ALL of a sudden- my silly little finger confused DELETE with ENTER. How? I have no idea, because out of no where, my WHOLE ENTIRE POST was just gone. Buh bye gone, never comin back gone. Oh well. I guess it makes me creative juices flow- or it just makes me rack my memory. I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Im sitting here in my PJs , The ones my mamma got me for christmas and a stolen yellow sweater from my sister. Nice and comfy, Mind you, I been in these babies all day. Why? Today we drove four hours from our hay farm in Rodeo, New Mexico. Where we helped weigh cows, Phil Preg Checked the cows( to see if they were bred), and chose which we would like as replacement heifers. I know, sounds fun. Well it can be. This time we were lucky to have Phils brother nathan and his girlfriend and my friend Steph there too. Good company for sure. Me and steph we in charge of movin the cows through the chute. Which demanded much hooting and hollering. Cause, I tell you, those cows will give you alot of CRAP. In every sense of the word. I mean, they stop in the middle of the allyway and make it so we had to yell or hit the side of the chute to scare them or,sometimes, we zap em a little. Dont worry, not enough to make em into burgers. But, None the less, They always poo. Always. But since these cows eat very green feed, their poo is green. and not so nice to see. These guys even poo on eachothers head. I mean FOR REAL. I can only imagine what those cows are thinking , I love you for pooing on me- or I hate you for pooing on me. Probably the latter. Anyway, that was probably the most exciting time. As we finished up the couple hundred head of cow, Steph had to leave. Sad day. Especially in the fact that, the nigh before we buddied up in one room. Lets just say, we bonded by talking until 3am and then, I had a Night Terror. &lt;br /&gt;Yes. A night terror. 10times worse than a nightmare. I cant wake from it, but everyone around me, who hears my bloody murder screams sure can. &lt;br /&gt;It was about a spider. &lt;br /&gt;I told her " stephanie, cover up , theres a big spider!"&lt;br /&gt;and when she didnt cover up:&lt;br /&gt;" stephanie, REALLY, ITS HUGE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the least, she is still my friend. Boo Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our time in Cochese was fun. And a change of scenery is always nice. At home, theres a little snow on the ground and on thursday, we will get alot more. &lt;br /&gt;THIS means SLEDDDIING! anyone who wants to visit , really should. I mean, WHO cant resist some fresh air, nice cooking (sometimes) a warm cozy house, horses, snow and sleds! ( I could even make coco.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Im sitting here in my PJs, still, I guess I should go shower and put my bed sheets in the dryer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my post has been lame, and I didnt take pictures during the Holiday season, SO for the next week I will : &lt;br /&gt;take pics of the snow&lt;br /&gt;enjoy my aunt vickis company, and cooking, and take pics of that&lt;br /&gt;eat alot of yummy food&lt;br /&gt;help marlena make handouts&lt;br /&gt;hang my wall deco (and take pics)&lt;br /&gt;watch conan every night&lt;br /&gt;help phil preg check more cows (and take pics)&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy the sun while its still here......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, Im sorry for now pics BUT I promise ill catch up!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;MUCH LOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-7318409278831053748?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/7318409278831053748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=7318409278831053748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7318409278831053748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7318409278831053748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/her.html' title='Her?'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-5355523177116684141</id><published>2010-01-07T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:15:55.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits for Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S0ZA0DkSRUI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZfkPRb_PWZM/s1600-h/aye+mamacita+1964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424094064269215042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S0ZA0DkSRUI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZfkPRb_PWZM/s320/aye+mamacita+1964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S0ZAz-Ee4uI/AAAAAAAAARA/6V0bDbOS0GI/s1600-h/aye+mamacita+1963.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424094062793646818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S0ZAz-Ee4uI/AAAAAAAAARA/6V0bDbOS0GI/s320/aye+mamacita+1963.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S0ZAzb-x0gI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EnuwlXMAL9E/s1600-h/aye+mamacita+1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424094053642916354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/S0ZAzb-x0gI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EnuwlXMAL9E/s320/aye+mamacita+1962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3729300239821344938-5355523177116684141?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/5355523177116684141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=5355523177116684141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5355523177116684141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5355523177116684141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2010/01/tidbits-for-thought.html' title='Tidbits for Thought'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/S0ZA0DkSRUI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZfkPRb_PWZM/s72-c/aye+mamacita+1964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-33448123042194707</id><published>2009-12-30T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:00:54.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SzxZNGwQXbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qBeNYE1gJxg/s1600-h/olsen_-_children_of_the_world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421306133133417906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SzxZNGwQXbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qBeNYE1gJxg/s320/olsen_-_children_of_the_world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SzxY9jUPvsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CVz_VgUIAKU/s1600-h/olsen_-_be_not_afraid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421305865922657986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SzxY9jUPvsI/AAAAAAAAAQo/CVz_VgUIAKU/s320/olsen_-_be_not_afraid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SzxYyFY0qdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AOd12rcek8s/s1600-h/olsen_-_heir_to_the_kingdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421305668910229970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SzxYyFY0qdI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AOd12rcek8s/s320/olsen_-_heir_to_the_kingdom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. I've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about life, It's trials. It's every waking fear of something we don't want to happen, to happen. It's unseen battles.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking how, even out of pure faith,I chose this. We all chose this.&lt;br /&gt;Each and every one of us stood by as the greatest war waged in the Heavens.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't just stand by, We stood, Immovable at Our Heavenly Fathers side.&lt;br /&gt;We chose his plan and we chose this life, this trial, this amazing and endearing time, in which we GET to prepare to meet God. To go home, where peace finds its way to our hearts and bodies, Where we know our loving Father is, Where we know we are free from the strains and wiles of satan.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking, that not only can we find peace in our hearts and minds in Heaven, But, We can also Fall to our knees and ask our Heavenly Father for Peace, for comfort and for reassurance. We can also recieve it. We must be willing to sacrifice much, and be fully faithful in our Father to guide us and direct us. Only He knows what can truly make us happy.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been thinking, Who would do anything to alter that amazing and merciful oppurtunity? I surely cannot. I have. I'm certain that many of us have become lazy at some point, and maybe, there are those few who stand true every second, I know I have faltered.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;I also know, I cannot falter. For my own sake, but also for all that I stood for in the Heavens above. Where I stood, Immovable at my Heavenly Fathers side.&lt;br /&gt;Can I not do that on earth. Surely I can.&lt;br /&gt;And Surely... I WILL.&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/3729300239821344938-33448123042194707?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/33448123042194707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=33448123042194707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/33448123042194707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/33448123042194707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking.'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/SzxZNGwQXbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qBeNYE1gJxg/s72-c/olsen_-_children_of_the_world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-7959565075785218263</id><published>2009-12-19T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:13:00.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sy1BddePBhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/278igiZZ94E/s1600-h/IMG_4280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417057901180028434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sy1BddePBhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/278igiZZ94E/s320/IMG_4280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Our First Year Anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;It sure has been a long year, But I'm am grateful for Phil and that he puts up with me and my crazyness.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for his hard work and dedication&lt;br /&gt;For his intelligence and his patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Philly! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-7959565075785218263?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/7959565075785218263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=7959565075785218263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7959565075785218263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7959565075785218263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sy1BddePBhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/278igiZZ94E/s72-c/IMG_4280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-7457481055477079128</id><published>2009-12-17T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:14:19.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeaaa....</title><content type='html'>These two little Princesses are Phil's nieces. Meg and Ellie. Precious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SysNg-kviMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VahRKbkHVxw/s1600-h/Older+and+TimEve+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416437837047236802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SysNg-kviMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VahRKbkHVxw/s320/Older+and+TimEve+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my children. Who aren't really Mine. They are my Best Friends Kelli and Richie Pews' kids. And I love them like they were my own. Aren't they Perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SysM3MpZ_vI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XFKr1DXPR5o/s1600-h/4806_119439893915_582903915_2915790_6947338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416437119270387442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SysM3MpZ_vI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XFKr1DXPR5o/s320/4806_119439893915_582903915_2915790_6947338_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, Yes. This is a picture of my sister Whitney and I. We are driving somewhere...I can't recall where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SysMbfi2jjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hjNmsPdAoTM/s1600-h/aug+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416436643306835506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SysMbfi2jjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hjNmsPdAoTM/s320/aug+2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she so Beautiful?(and shes single)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I haven't posted in forever, and considering, I love to get on and see others have blogged, I thought I'd at least do something. SOMETHING. and this is what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also, Tommorrow is my Birthday. I feel like I'm getting so old. But Im not old yet and I don't plan on acting that way yet...or...ever. &lt;br /&gt;But I hope my parents know how grateful I am that they raised me and put up with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for random pictures and Birthdays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-7457481055477079128?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/7457481055477079128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=7457481055477079128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7457481055477079128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7457481055477079128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeaaa.html' title='Yeaaa....'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SysNg-kviMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VahRKbkHVxw/s72-c/Older+and+TimEve+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-4888116118503626700</id><published>2009-12-11T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:43:28.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A peak into my cozy house..and some deco mishap..</title><content type='html'>Today, I cleaned up my room. And when I finished I went to my friend "Mearl's" (Marlena) house and we were going to bake. And we did just that. I attempted to make sugar cookies and for some reason, or another, they were to dry. I cooked them anyway though. Because I had this fabulous idea to use them as ornaments(because they were so hard..) and I painted them with puff paint glitter. I have yet to place them on a tree, which  I will buy tommorrow ( a very mini one). Mearl and I are going to Albequerque to get our nails done for our birthdays. I can't wait to get outta the house for some fun! Anyway, I also remembered some fun Christmas decor I had hidden in my gargage. (OLD ornaments my grandpa Crandell made) and I LOVE anything old, used and antiqued (I made a little funny garland out of the ornaments cause I dont have a tree yet) SO, below are some random pictures of my living room.The rest of my house is a bit messy...so you only get the living room view! &lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to go to Mesa for Christmas and I am excited to have at least a Tiny bit of Christmas in my tiny little casa. Ill be puttin up pics of my newly decorated guest rooms too, and I know you'll LOVE it, cause I dont know ANYONE who decorates in this oldcountry style...Yep, Im pretty awesome! haha Just kiddin. (and i must say, its even better because most of it it found on the ranch, and i re did it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I have to go get a mani tommorrow, AND PICK up my CELL PHONE! YAY! &lt;br /&gt;So, ya'll have sweet dreams and a happy night. Don't forget to say your prayers and read your scriptures!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love, Bree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM5OD3dcXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HbDyUcjiK4o/s1600-h/existing+an+christmas+deco+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414234090748342642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM5OD3dcXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HbDyUcjiK4o/s320/existing+an+christmas+deco+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM5N-GtofI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VXbSG1ex84Y/s1600-h/existing+an+christmas+deco+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414234089201705458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM5N-GtofI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VXbSG1ex84Y/s320/existing+an+christmas+deco+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM5NQaRPQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JHXVIL061VM/s1600-h/existing+an+christmas+deco+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414234076935699714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM5NQaRPQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JHXVIL061VM/s320/existing+an+christmas+deco+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM5M1_ynBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BEDrZj6CBeU/s1600-h/existing+an+christmas+deco+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414234069845318674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM5M1_ynBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BEDrZj6CBeU/s320/existing+an+christmas+deco+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM5MapNhzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lowrwj1VgTQ/s1600-h/existing+an+christmas+deco+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414234062502856498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM5MapNhzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lowrwj1VgTQ/s320/existing+an+christmas+deco+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM34wkmXOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2SeELLYRGqk/s1600-h/existing+an+christmas+deco+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414232625280081122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM34wkmXOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2SeELLYRGqk/s320/existing+an+christmas+deco+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM34ZyFjdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Jsu5ym-wGiU/s1600-h/existing+an+christmas+deco+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414232619162635730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM34ZyFjdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Jsu5ym-wGiU/s320/existing+an+christmas+deco+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM33zC2NfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qeJdJ1MnXWM/s1600-h/existing+an+christmas+deco+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414232608763950578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM33zC2NfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qeJdJ1MnXWM/s320/existing+an+christmas+deco+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM33rgCTpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/30Rtxf0w15o/s1600-h/existing+an+christmas+deco+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414232606738894482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM33rgCTpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/30Rtxf0w15o/s320/existing+an+christmas+deco+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM33FRWgzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ihESupwR42k/s1600-h/existing+an+christmas+deco+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414232596476756786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM33FRWgzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ihESupwR42k/s320/existing+an+christmas+deco+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-4888116118503626700?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/4888116118503626700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=4888116118503626700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4888116118503626700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4888116118503626700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/12/peak-into-my-cozy-houseand-some-deco.html' title='A peak into my cozy house..and some deco mishap..'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/SyM5OD3dcXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HbDyUcjiK4o/s72-c/existing+an+christmas+deco+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-4018051375929618960</id><published>2009-12-09T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:13:09.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Those Days....</title><content type='html'>It's been one of those days. Yes, I mean one of THOSE.&lt;br /&gt;It started when I went to bed at 1:30am, or at least , I was headed to bed. When Phil woke up and asked for advil. He has body ache and doesn't feel well at all. So I took his shower chair (from when he broke his leg) and heated up the bathroom for him, and in an attempt to be motherly and get Phil something to make him feel better. I went to my kitchen, opened the medicine cabinet and searched for anything. All I could come up with was : Advil, Zicam and some EmergenC. So, I took them all the the bed table and let him take his pick. Like it was a party platter or something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, We finally got some sleep. And, Yes, I slept in until 10am. I am in awe at myself that I am capable of letting my day pass like that. I guess , Over the past year I have grown into a habit of not doing anything, because I feel there is nothing for me to do here. I sleep in, because I feel it makes the day pass faster so I dont have to sit and wait for my time to go to bed. I find myself checking FB and Blogs just to keep me busy, so I feel like Im living vicariously through others. I look at myself in the mirror and see Im not ...Me. I never get ready, there isnt any reason to feel pretty or waste my time if I can't see anyone. I wake up, and Im already curious what Ill eat , just because it keeps my mind busy for the first hour of my day. I want to visit people, but have no one my age near by. I find myself wishing I could have a job a love. Or at least have one that I want to go to everyday. My only option here, is the school. I wish I could do something to contribute to our income, or even our life. And all I am capable of doing- is cleaning my house. I can hardly even do that. I have a mess of clothes on the floor. All clean. And I cant even make myself put them away.&lt;br /&gt;Its a battle everyday. I want to nap, I want to sit and thats all I can do. Where does a life begin, and where does it end. I wish I knew, I wish I could tell you all that my life feels fabulous to me. I wish I could tell every person that looks at me and says " You have the Dream life", that you may not think of it that way. Because thats my automatic , internal response each time someone says something like that to me. I try. I try hard. I say my prayers often, I read and I ask my Father in Heaven to help me be strong. To help me Know what I need to do to live my life, as he would have me live it. And to those of you who think Babies are the answer, they aren't. To be able to take care of any other human being, you must have taken care of yourself first. I am still doing that. I will know when its my time to be a mom, but I know my Heavenly Father woulnd't bless me with such a huge blessing unless he knew I was ready. I have Faith in my Father in Heaven. But I also need me friends and my Family.&lt;br /&gt;I want Emily Merkley (Sp?) to know that I am glad she posted on how she feels alone. I know what she means, and I know that its so easy to feel inadequate. Em, you are amazing. And you always will be!&lt;br /&gt;Please, understand that I dont write this to make you sad, or confused. I just needed to vent. I think writing used to make me better, its therapy. And its been so long since I've done so. So, I figured me blog would be easier.  I can type faster here anyway. Friends, I love Life. I love the sunshine, the smell of rain in the desert. I love cold wind blowing in my face when I get to ride quads or go fourwheeling. I love kettle corn. I love salads. I love my family and their support. I love my church and the people in it, even those who aren't members of it. I love children, I love LMN, yes the womans channels with sappy movies. I love movies. I love the beach, beach cruiser bikes, Antiques.&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, I love alot. But I especially love life. I just have gotten stuck in a little spot and I dont know anyone who hasn't. I Just want everyone out there to know, I am happy, but I am just confused. I know there are others our there like this, And I want you to know- you are not alone. You have a Father in Heaven who you can talk to, always. And you have friends who you can turn to. And i'd like to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Smile often, and think positive, I believe positive thinking releases those endorphins we need to be happy. And I know that If I can make it here, where its me and Phil and and a couple people from church, you can do it. You can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my family who love me and support me. And thanks to my friends. I love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-4018051375929618960?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/4018051375929618960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=4018051375929618960' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4018051375929618960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4018051375929618960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-of-those-days.html' title='One Of Those Days....'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-778032321496495803</id><published>2009-12-09T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:14:37.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Herumph..</title><content type='html'>Im so sleepy. But, because of my mama, I inherited this intense night owl thing. Sad day. Or should I say night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did just search netflix and found this old movie, which was originally in spanish, and had the little words in english at the bottom. BIGGEST waste of my time..but.. I do love me some random LLAAATE night entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta go to bed.&lt;br /&gt; BUT ive decided, for a few of my old friends, or people i knew, I found some fabulous pics! YAY! so , tommorrow........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-778032321496495803?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/778032321496495803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=778032321496495803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/778032321496495803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/778032321496495803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/12/herumph.html' title='Herumph..'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-5694373849352563790</id><published>2009-12-07T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:27:05.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Janet Emch, I recieved This pictured, and I laughed. HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sx3UxVyUzKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/f6iQBMPUem8/s1600-h/breeann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412716271296105634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sx3UxVyUzKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/f6iQBMPUem8/s320/breeann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Thanks to Jen Card, I saw this one posted on FB. Hideous, I must have dressed up for Valentines day and had static on my head... Enjoy the laugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sx3VKdLh6TI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Kv3BYVlOElE/s1600-h/7019_1245940196682_1474728363_30695748_2801339_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412716702777600306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sx3VKdLh6TI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Kv3BYVlOElE/s320/7019_1245940196682_1474728363_30695748_2801339_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, If you have any old photos of yourself, post them. Its good times, OR if you have any of me, PLEASE share so we can all LAUGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-5694373849352563790?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/5694373849352563790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=5694373849352563790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5694373849352563790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5694373849352563790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/12/flashback.html' title='Flashback...'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/Sx3UxVyUzKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/f6iQBMPUem8/s72-c/breeann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-8506931805059984987</id><published>2009-12-06T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:07:32.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxyA_3zgijI/AAAAAAAAAOA/09BY0vF8gkI/s1600-h/aug+2009+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342686992599602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxyA_3zgijI/AAAAAAAAAOA/09BY0vF8gkI/s320/aug+2009+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxyA_lyflII/AAAAAAAAAN4/VgVy8OSqhl4/s1600-h/aug+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342682156504194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxyA_lyflII/AAAAAAAAAN4/VgVy8OSqhl4/s320/aug+2009+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxyA_EYgdeI/AAAAAAAAANw/VtDor234FFc/s1600-h/aug+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342673189139938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxyA_EYgdeI/AAAAAAAAANw/VtDor234FFc/s320/aug+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxyA-rUAfCI/AAAAAAAAANo/W7KrIK_bRQ8/s1600-h/aug+2009+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342666459380770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxyA-rUAfCI/AAAAAAAAANo/W7KrIK_bRQ8/s320/aug+2009+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take these photos today, I actually took them quite a few months ago, on the way home from Phil's last doctors appointment.&lt;br /&gt;It was about four months after being married, and living on a ranch in New Mexico. When my brother and his then girlfriend came to my house to partake of the beauty and ride some horses in the big country. As we saddled up in the new mexican heat wave, Phil decided to jump onto the 2 year old Fillie he had been training for a year ahead. As I watched him walk along side where the stock trailer was parked, the fillie began to act up. She started skipping and hopping, then suddenly and unexpectedly bucked. As I watched this happen, as if it were a movie, Phils body jolted forward, straddling the horses neck. She gave one final and quick kick, causing Phil to violently fly backwards, her hind end struck phils backside and he flew at least 7 or 8 feet into the air. I watched this slow motion movie. He fell to the ground,hard.When he hit, he fell directly onto his left hip. And in an act of shock, he quickly jolted onto the right side of his body,and groaned. I have to admit, knowing Phil, I thought he might jump right back up and say some self proclaimed gesture like " Im a real cowboy!" Well, He is. He is the bravest one I've ever met. Because as I laughed to myself, and ran to his side. It was quickly brought to my attention that he wasnt going to jump up and brag. He was hurt.His face was nearly translucent, white as can be. His left hand held tightly to his left hip in an attempt to make his leg feel better. And it would never work. Because as I look down, It had become swollen immediatly.It looked as though he has a pillow stuffed in his pants. Instant saddle bag. The first words out of his mouth were " I think you need to call 911, I think I broke my hip." I asked my brother to pull the truck over so we could load him in, but realized he was so hurt and broken to move on our own. We happened to be at the headquarters of our ranch, where our ranch hand, Guierllmo, had his house. I ran to the door, and in an effort to speak spanish to his sweet wife- said- "telefono?" And thankfully she understood. I dialed 911 and asked where the nearest ambulence was. I'm sure you're thinking I should have asked for help imediatly, But in the event that we were 22miles from town, down a spiraling dirt road and at a place where there was no physical address, I needed to know how quickly they could get Phil to the hospital. In an huge blessing from our father in heaven, there was actually an ambulence there in Quemado.( probably in the event that any cowboy would get hurt riding crazy horses, or moving cattle) I asked then to send one quickly and hung up. Then I realized I had given her directions but that they may not know where that was. So , I called back. I said " I know you will be my best friend by the end of the day! Im sure Ill call a few more times. But..." and further explained the directions. The heat was bad, and I knew Phil, being in shock and in an intense pain that I could not begin to explain, needed relief. So, since I cannot speak spanish, and Phil is fluent, I asked him to tell Guierllmo to bring something to cover him from the sun. So, in pain and lying on the hard, rocky ground, he could even translate. I'll have you know, I was feeling an intense calm. Convinced and faithful that Phil would be just fine. I constantly said prayers that he would stay calm. That his pain would reside and that he would know he would be okay. I know that that sweet spirit that comforts us in time of need, was with us. I also know, I was not the one feeling pain. But I knew I was there with Phil in that moment for a purpose. He needed my calm. I need him to be calm and because of that- I was blessed to be peaceful. Think clearly and help Phil know he'd be cared for. As I sat on the ground, his head rested on my thigh. Guillermo held the piece of plywood over us so hat the sun would not shine. He was even whiter. He breathed as though he couldnt and his grasped his leg still. I knew he was hurting and had to know how soon that ambulence would arrive. So I ran and called 911 again. The same girl answered, and I was glad, because she truly was a friend in that moment. She told me it would be okay, they are very close. So I returned to Phil. As I approached him, the ambulences sirens reared in the background, attempting to warn us of their approach. I was instantly in protection mode. I think it might have been the mode a mother would go in, if she knew someone she didnt know was going to handle her baby when they are hurt. I felt exactly that. Please don't hurt him anymore, I thought to myself. They woman and man came quickly from the ambulence and asked what happend. I told them and as they inspected Phil, they said his may have broken his hip. For a cowboy, that would be the worst news. They proceeded to cut off his jeans ( which Phil would complain later that those were his favorite wranglers) They told me they had to remove his boot, and in some idiotic act, they began unbuckling his spurs instead. I told them they only need to pull of his boot, because the spurs would come with them. And they did just that. I held Phils hand, I knew it would hurt him, pulling on a leg that had a broken bone. He screamed and moaned and my stomach hurt. I wanted to cry for him. I always thought id be the one to get bucked off a horse. Why couldnt it be me? They finally got both boots off and as they lifted him be his side to slide him onto a gurny, he screamed again. I noise I never wanted to hear again. My wish wasnt granted. They loaded him in and I climbed in and sat next to him for a moment. I grabbed his hand and stroked his face.And in that moment,a tear fell from his eye. He hurt and he needed that touch to comfort him. I wanted to cry but knew he didnt need that. I asked my brother to drive my truck home and I asked if I could go in the ambulence. We began was seemed like the longest journey down a dirt road, with bumps and dips that could make for the perfect fourwheeling. But not the perfect friend for Phils leg. He felt every little bump, and I knew it. He screamed everytime. He is strong and tough but when a man is in a pain so intense, he cannot pretend he is okay. It is a way of survival. And I hated that survival tactic. But, We made it to the road.The road to the town east of Quemado was 125 miles.( needless to say, they coulndt even give Phil pain killers,I dont think many of us could even fathom that idea.) A journey that most would never have to drive with their husband screaming in the back seat. But I did, and Prayer was my best friend that drive. The driver spoke to me softly, telling me its okay that I didnt like it, He was not yet used to hearing people scream as he drove. He was responsible for hitting bumps, missing cracks and safely getting people to the hospital. In our case, The weather was bad, So instead of being airvacced , we drove 125 miles to soccorro. Where they loaded Phil onto a plane made for 3 people. They told me I could go. Because I was so caught up in being there for Phil, I forgot to grab my wallet, or anything. I only had a phone. I didnt even think that when we arived to the hospital, Id be alone and have no money or way to get anywhere. But that was okay, I was there.And that, was enough. On the drive over I called Phils mom, and told her the news. They planned to get on a plane the next morning and meet me at the hospital. I got loaded onto the small plane and was sitting in the seat that was in the tail of the plane. By this time, the men helping has drugged phil. His arms were like noodles, flailing of the gurny and his mouth slightly open as if he was in a deep sleep. We began to go down the runway..I have to say, I joked with the men. I was calmer. Knowing Phil wasnt hurting. I was also looking forward to the turbulence and rollercoaster ride Id get in that small plane. I help Phils legs, because he was so numbed, he didnt know his legs were sliding off the gurny, so I held him in place. The men on the plane told me I was doing very well and Laughed when I would smile at the plane dropping. I felt better. I felt good that I was able to have such a clear mind amidst chaos. We landed in albequerque about 25min later. We were met by another ambulence and I just tagged along as they quickly loaded Phil in and drove him through the busy and very bumpy streets. We arrived to UNM hospital. I was feeling good that Phil wasnt hurting, but I , for a small moment, felt alone. But then I knew I could handle this. I was meant to deal with these things, and I was able to do it alone. I am strong and I am able. And I was. We walked into the trauma where they put Phil on a table to take xrays. The nurses and doctors proceeded to ask about insurance and the story behind his broken leg. They let me look at his xrays as they took them and Allowed me to be near Phil the entire time. I was grateful. Needless to say, I had many funny looks. In the event of this crazyness, I had forgotten All I had was my filthy button up, some very dirty jeans, a messy ponytail and...boots with spurs. I jingled everywhere. And I think I noticed every person, especially the security check me spurs out. I was a walking attraction. When they were done they took us away, where they took Phil and asked me to sit for a few minutes by myself. I called my mom, My grandpa called me, and I was alone. Sitting in a hallway, thinking how I could do this without my mom to hug me, or without someone to hold my hand. And I could, but not right then. I wanted someone, or even a voice. I only sat for a half hour but It felt like an eternity. Finally they arrived back with Phil lying in a drugged daze. We were sent to a room in the bottom floor where they send all the trauma patents. They had told me they think he broke the ball of his hip and his femur. So they kept us in a tiny room. Phil slept and I sat, alone. Trying not to wake him. I began to realize I was light headed. So, completely embarrased, I asked if i could have a sprite. I think the receptionist know my life story by the time we were moved to another room. Poor thing. I was flooded with so much support from the people in my branch (extra small ward). Tawana was soo sweet. She drove the 2 hours all the way to Alb just to bring me clothes and be with me. Timber and Ace called and had a brother in law come give Phil a blessing. One that I think would eventually lead Phil to a quick recovery. A blessing I could never repay them for. I know that my Heavenly Father loves me, and knew I needed these people, and I am so grateful they were willing to drop everything and help. I couldnt have done it without them, and I thank them with my whole heart. One day, Ill repay them. Finally after a sprite, and what seemed like 5,000 phone calls, and a few hours, they moved us. We were up a few floors and now, we had a bigger room.It has a small bay window that had a bench.As the night came in the room, I felt a bit more alone. Knowing Phil needed sleep, I sat quietly. Waiting for Tawana. The nurse came in to tell me they wanted him into surgery as soon as they could. But that it might not be until midnight. I waited patiently. Finally, Tawana arrived with a bag of clothes. It was close to midnight, but we had time to run and get food. We ran out to tawanas trucks and hit up the nearest fast food place. I wasnt too hungry, but if I was going to stay awake through the surgery, I needed energy. We got taco bell. Gross. We hurried back and I as I walked in, the nurse hurried over and told me they were waiting for me. They needed to take Phil into surgery right then. I ran to the elavator with Tawana. We ran down the hall and made it just as they rolled him to the surgery room doors.But, he wasnt calm. He wasnt okay, He needed pain meds. But as he sat on that gurney,and groaned the doc (who I suspect was new) proceeded to ask Phil question. My heart hurt, but my chest was burning up, the kind of burn you feel when you get angry enough to punch some sense into someone. I almost did. I looked at Phil and told him he'd be okay. And that I loved him.And Finally, the doctor got my hint, hurry up and give him meds! who cared about the questions Id been asked 50times before. Then, I asked the doctor if I could watch the surgery. They just laughed. I assumed that meant no. They pushed Phil off and I walked back to the waiting room where Tawana waited. I was grateful to see her beautiful face. We went back to the room where I ate. We talked for a minute and I told her she didnt need to stay. I told her I would just sleep for a bit. I told her Id be okay. I was lying, but I also knew Id be okay. She left and told me to call her any minute I needed her. I was thankful. She left and I walked over to the bench, in this dark room. I had a bag of clothes that werent mine and an empty heart. The nurse came in, and I asked her if I could shower off. She told me "Im not supposed to let you, but Im goin to let you, I know how it feels to be alone". My heart wa thankful for a Heavenly Father who Loves me enough to send people the message that I needed them. Even though I never cried, even though I was on my own, every once in awhile I needed comfort. And I recieved that. I showered, Which felt weird. But I was finally clean. I put on some clean clothes and walked out of the room in some comfy sweat and socks. All I had were boots. That wasnt on my list of things to accomplish at the hospital "wear boots with pajamas around hopital." I walked to the elavator and when I got in I realized it smelt like a doctors office. and that If I was caught walking around in socks, they might not like me. So, I tried, really hard, to cover my feet up with the long sweat pants. and I was successful. But Im pretty sure it was obvious that I was doing that, But no one said a word. I got to the waiting room and sat in the chairs that look soft, but arent. They have big wooden arm rests, that arent very restful. There were sports on, and a very cute old man in the corner behind me, trying to catch some z's. I sat for awhile and realized my butt was numb. No bueno. So I walked back to the room to see if my chalupa was soggy. It was. I threw it away and walked back down to the waiting room. It was nearly 2 hours. So I just went back to the room, folded a blanket and layed my head down on my arm to try and sleep away my empty feelings. I tried to sleep away my feelings until I could have someone lying next to me, and until I could know it would all be fine. It was. and I knew that. I never doubted it. Perhaps it was because of he blessing Phil recieved. But I think from the moment he hit that concrete packed dirt, He was strong. He would be okay. They Finally wheeled Phil into the room. I felt to relieved. And then I was able to sleep with him sleeping next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Phils parents arrived the next day with a care bag from my mom and sister that contained new comfy pants, a new shirt and some very comy flip flops. Even bathroom essentials! My mom sure knew how to make me feel like she was right there with me. I love her and am so grateful for her support. And I hope she knows I was okay. Phils parents rented a hotel, they even got me my own room. It was big and empty. But, We went to walmart, got a whole slew of things we'd need for the next week. Even makeup so I could feel normal. We returned to the hotel where I showered and put on my new, clean, and very comfy clothes. We planned to eat at applebees in an hour. So we could all nap. I couldnt. So, Oprah kept me company. Finally, they came to my door. We ate some very yummy food, or what seemed to be yummy cause I was starving. We made it back to the hotel, Phil had his new and improved steel rod and leg and my tummy was full. We visited. And when it was time to leave, I couldnt. I felt bad that they got my own room for me, but I wanted to be by Phils Side. And I would. The rest of this hospital stay, which was about 5 days, was successful. All was going well. I felt like Phil personal Nurse, and it would be that way for another 3 months. We slept on a blowup mattress pad in the living room or on the couches. Woke up every 2 hours to take pain meds. It was eventful and heartwrenching. My house was a mess and I felt like one. But the journey was worth it. Phils leg Is completely fixed. He rides horses and does everything he used to. He even got bucked off again, but on soft dirt this time, and laughed. I didnt think it was funny. I didnt wanna go through that again.&lt;br /&gt;The reason I shared this, is because today, I am grateful. Grateful for love, for friends and for trials. I am grateful that I am strong and that I was blessed with the personality that I have, I know we each are given our specific traits for a purpose and in some way, we lift, strengthen and build eachother up. I know that I have been blessed. And I know that this life on earth is only the beginning. I am being molded, gaining knowledge and growing stronger to be with my family, friends and Father in Heaven. I know that I can always be watched over and that I am. I know I have support and always will. And I hope you know that I hope that I will see each of you, my friends, family or even those I dont know, In heaven. For, the trials we have here on earth, the people we encounter, are all for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;I marvel at the beauty of the earth and and at the Love I am blessed with. As I posted the above Photos, I was thankful this day for all that I have,and All that Phil and I have over come. A peace I will always have, and will always be grateful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Phils leg after he for the rod and three pins put in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxya8csoOTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PRFGm0rFtrk/s1600-h/aug+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412371215478700338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxya8csoOTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PRFGm0rFtrk/s320/aug+2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-8506931805059984987?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/8506931805059984987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=8506931805059984987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/8506931805059984987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/8506931805059984987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxyA_3zgijI/AAAAAAAAAOA/09BY0vF8gkI/s72-c/aug+2009+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-6850854595507074496</id><published>2009-12-05T10:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T12:01:20.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThanksDay, Playtime and Some odd ones out.</title><content type='html'>Here are a million pics of our fun down in Mesa! 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq2-fXm8FI/AAAAAAAAALw/UTk1uLuMcAc/s320/endnovember-december+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq292oKPbI/AAAAAAAAALo/DoLJJ1cxKU8/s1600-h/endnovember-december+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411839075991305650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq292oKPbI/AAAAAAAAALo/DoLJJ1cxKU8/s320/endnovember-december+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq29kYZ5mI/AAAAAAAAALg/jpRqJPbDODk/s1600-h/endnovember-december+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411839071093384802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq29kYZ5mI/AAAAAAAAALg/jpRqJPbDODk/s320/endnovember-december+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq29PBtgnI/AAAAAAAAALY/Bzy8NK7O8kg/s1600-h/endnovember-december+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411839065361056370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq29PBtgnI/AAAAAAAAALY/Bzy8NK7O8kg/s320/endnovember-december+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq28h2_oyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bcFGUCenEgk/s1600-h/endnovember-december+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411839053236511522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq28h2_oyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bcFGUCenEgk/s320/endnovember-december+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chandler Thanksgiving, We been playing football in the retention basin since I can remember... heres some fun pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq01nYwfWI/AAAAAAAAALI/Opt9ShsSxw8/s1600-h/endnovember-december+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411836735437962594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq01nYwfWI/AAAAAAAAALI/Opt9ShsSxw8/s320/endnovember-december+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq01PPPTZI/AAAAAAAAALA/rqTJe3wft3g/s1600-h/endnovember-december+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411836728955587986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq01PPPTZI/AAAAAAAAALA/rqTJe3wft3g/s320/endnovember-december+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq000ZxotI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sRPZA0yyAvg/s1600-h/endnovember-december+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411836721752023762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq000ZxotI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sRPZA0yyAvg/s320/endnovember-december+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq00baNENI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HH3tkAbPAMM/s1600-h/endnovember-december+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411836715042934994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq00baNENI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HH3tkAbPAMM/s320/endnovember-december+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq0zw5D8KI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OddQNhXwlOo/s1600-h/endnovember-december+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411836703629635746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq0zw5D8KI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OddQNhXwlOo/s320/endnovember-december+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqzcdVpHbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ceXu1MqSiiE/s1600-h/endnovember-december+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411835203732184498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqzcdVpHbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ceXu1MqSiiE/s320/endnovember-december+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug (hyrum) and Sissy (hayden) playin at the chandler household and Philly and meggie takin a break from a long day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqzcOnXl5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/2q3UAIf1TZo/s1600-h/endnovember-december+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411835199780001682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqzcOnXl5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/2q3UAIf1TZo/s320/endnovember-december+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqzbkUaCKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TXuoHAw0d_0/s1600-h/endnovember-december+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411835188426180770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqzbkUaCKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TXuoHAw0d_0/s320/endnovember-december+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqzbessuZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6cooTIaAVNI/s1600-h/endnovember-december+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411835186917456274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqzbessuZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6cooTIaAVNI/s320/endnovember-december+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxqza6v7YaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZDR4gejOi1g/s1600-h/endnovember-december+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411835177267323298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxqza6v7YaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZDR4gejOi1g/s320/endnovember-december+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyrum's Little Sister, Hayden waiting for big brother to get done riding Jack. and Philly with hyrum, Hyrum riding a scooter...FUN times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxqvz2Dt9NI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_NwgalCE72s/s1600-h/endnovember-december+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411831207458370770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxqvz2Dt9NI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_NwgalCE72s/s320/endnovember-december+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqvzsnQ8pI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZhBlgvNcZJw/s1600-h/endnovember-december+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411831204923110034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqvzsnQ8pI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZhBlgvNcZJw/s320/endnovember-december+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqvzO7QR2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/B81ZH_byavE/s1600-h/endnovember-december+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411831196953888610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqvzO7QR2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/B81ZH_byavE/s320/endnovember-december+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqvyjgnoZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zgTXKizSfaU/s1600-h/endnovember-december+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411831185299448210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqvyjgnoZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zgTXKizSfaU/s320/endnovember-december+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqvyLxjl0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/8g1r2itdC_4/s1600-h/endnovember-december+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411831178928035650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxqvyLxjl0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/8g1r2itdC_4/s320/endnovember-december+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some fun pictures of Philly, His Nieces Ellie (blonde) and Meggie (brownheaded) and Hyrum Pew (my favorite little engineturtle) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;/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;/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;/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/3729300239821344938-6850854595507074496?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/6850854595507074496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=6850854595507074496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6850854595507074496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6850854595507074496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksday-playtime-and-some-odd-ones.html' title='ThanksDay, Playtime and Some odd ones out.'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/Sxq7PWnBlfI/AAAAAAAAANg/crMtGX_pQ18/s72-c/endnovember-december+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-5401776122547111866</id><published>2009-12-04T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:44:59.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In moderation... I guess?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I am the WORST with this here blog. I've decided. I was never a born Blogger. I am just one of those kids who decided to try it, and has failed miserably! BOY! But, Since I haven't gotten the proper amount of FUN and AMAZING pictures like so many of these awesome blogladies( or males) ...I did infact do some very fun creating today. Although I have discovered I am not a born creative gooroo either, I still need something to keep me busy. For those of you who don't know me, I married my hub nearly one year ago. I knew when I married him i'd be headed to a small place called Quemado, NM. But, I never knew It would be hard. And it is. But, its so beautiful and I am truly grateful for what God has blessed me with. Including this very hard trial of getting used to life as a ranchers wife. I've learned to rely on my Father in Heaven with all I have. For without Him and the sweet spirit which guides me, I would have given up long ago. So for the past year, I have been being taught to over come my trials by creativity. But up until a month ago, It did not set in. Today, I let my creative juices flow...Not too creative but I sure love to look at all things beautiful and nice. So, here are some very very awful pictures of my funny little things. And don't mind the lighting..I am not a photographer either HAHA! ( im sure these pics will end up ABOVE this post, dont ask me how, I dont know why and I dont know how to fix it haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxoIChzCpYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-gbP7I9yijY/s1600-h/endnovember-december+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411646741764285826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxoIChzCpYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-gbP7I9yijY/s320/endnovember-december+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxoICHgyOUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UqDPr5CzNwU/s1600-h/endnovember-december+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411646734708390210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SxoICHgyOUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UqDPr5CzNwU/s320/endnovember-december+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OHHH I thing I figured it OUT! yahooo. Its late......SO, I totally just went through my  pictures, I DID infact take some fun pics of thanksgiving Chandler style, and Killian style- Kinda. Also Some fun random ones for my friend Kel. (cause I looove my Pews!) &lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Im off to bed, where yes, Phil IS already sleeping.... As the TV in the background has crazy, obnoxious commercials about Spa Sales in Albequerque ....Ive decided Its time to hit the hay. Where I sleep and dream and keep the heating pad on high at night...yes its that cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! sweet dreams friends! much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-5401776122547111866?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/5401776122547111866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=5401776122547111866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5401776122547111866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5401776122547111866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-moderation-i-guess.html' title='In moderation... I guess?'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/SxoIChzCpYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-gbP7I9yijY/s72-c/endnovember-december+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-6318692370581902800</id><published>2009-11-22T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:59:05.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SwoRNQ1wAuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Lk9gEGqfHKE/s1600/family-Christmas-dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407153222168085218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SwoRNQ1wAuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Lk9gEGqfHKE/s320/family-Christmas-dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SwoRNCTCbuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1_g_uRgZzhA/s1600/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407153218264395490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SwoRNCTCbuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1_g_uRgZzhA/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, So, Ive done the deed. Went into my hideous closet, and picked all the shirts off the hangers. Okay, Not all, just the ones I wear. I may or may not have stuffed my suitcase FULL and added the extras to phils stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the laundry is almost done and Im OVERLY excited to head out to Mesa. More sun, Family, Fun, FOOOOOD! Yea, you heard me, IM STOKED ABOUT FOOD! My mamas food is THE best food in the world. Always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuffing and cranberry sauce. I think SOOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well friends, Ive stuffed my camera into my purse and I am prepared to take lots of picstures , So, stand by! For some FUNNNN. yeehaw! Chandler Thanksgiving, here I COOOMME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE A FABULOUS THANKSGIVING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And remember, you have alot to be gratful for. Im not talking about the yummy dinner, the oppurtunity to dress up, Im talking about family. We were all blessed with a special family, that was meant just for us. Each individual sibling and parent was put here, and paired with you because our Father in Heaven knew you'd need them. I am SO grateful for a family who I love with my whole heart. My mom, who has never ceased to serve us and has always been clear of her love and belief in our gospel ( The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints aka Mormons) My Dad, who is such a strong , hard working , loving and humble person. I know he has always done all he can to support us, protect us and has always held the priestood, which blesses my life immensly. I love my brother Coby, who is one of my Best friends. He understands me, goes through trials like me and is soo strong. I know he was blessed with a sweet spirit and put on this earth to go through this journey with me. I love my sister Whitney. She was put on this earth to strengthen those around her, especially me. I know she is here for a purpose and she laughs at me, even when Im not funny. And I love my brother Cade. He is Such a funny kid, and he is sooo smart.Im grateful to have him because he lightens the load of life, he makes me laugh and he loves his family and his Savior. Most importantly Im grateful for them because they each have testimonies which strengthen mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know with all of my heart and soul that it is true. I know that we have a Loving Savior who loves me and you so much that he gave his life and suffered much tribulation, so thatwe can return to him and over come those sinse which hinder our spirits. I know that the Prophet Joseph Smith is was a courageous and loving prophet  who sacrificed all he had, that he could bring us the truth of the Book of Mormon. Im grateful for him, and his amazing spirit and the untouchable and immovable testimony he had in this church and in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I am grateful that I have had this sweet spirit always with me, to bring me out of sadness, and away from the wiles of satan. I know with all my heart that each of us chose to come to this earth, each of us chose Heavenly Fathers plan, and not satans. We must each remember how much we are loved and that we are NEVER alone. As long as we are willing to get to our knees and pray, we will be comforted in all our trials. Take those trials and endure them, love them. They make us stronger and help us learn. I want you all to know that I know that  I am a special spirit daughter of my Father in Heaven , who loves me. And I Love him. I love my family and am grateful for my hustband Phil. Who supports me and who I know believes in this Gospel as much as Ido. He is the most intelligent person ive ever met and I am grateful that he can teach me. I know we are put here on this earth to learn, to grow and serve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im thankful for all I have, a bed to sleep in, food to eat, a Heavenly father who loves me and guides me, parents who support and love me. I thankful for the church, the scriptures, being able to walk, see, smell and enjoy the beauty of this earth. For the blankets that keep me warm, clothing, a roof over my head and a family and friends who inspire me and make me stronger. I wish and pray that I will return to Heaven with each of you, that we might continue our journey together, I love you each so much that this life just isn't enough time to spend with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont forget the blessings you have. Thank your God for them daily and always show your love for those around you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a HAPPY thanksgiving! I LOVE YOOU!!&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/3729300239821344938-6318692370581902800?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/6318692370581902800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=6318692370581902800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6318692370581902800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6318692370581902800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-so-ive-done-deed.html' title=''/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SwoRNQ1wAuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Lk9gEGqfHKE/s72-c/family-Christmas-dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-9023078745751996489</id><published>2009-11-18T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:12:04.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SwTS9CyU_xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aDmlP8CwBeg/s1600/creeepa+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405677398913253138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SwTS9CyU_xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aDmlP8CwBeg/s320/creeepa+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Friends, this is Phil. Phil doesn't know it, but his style is inevitably going to become intensely popular. OH WAIT, not really. Although, I'm sure there are alot of people round' here in Quemado who dress this way too, don't worry Philly, you are not alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I'm sure you've noticed I don't blog alot. WELL, we don't exactly have crazy vacays , or exciting happenings happening all too often, BUT FRIENDS! all is well! the Holiday season is HERE. Which means alot of happenings and I PROMISE to take lots of photos! It'll be lots of fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon all you Goons! &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/3729300239821344938-9023078745751996489?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/9023078745751996489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=9023078745751996489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/9023078745751996489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/9023078745751996489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/SwTS9CyU_xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aDmlP8CwBeg/s72-c/creeepa+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-4364344739960109135</id><published>2009-11-14T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:28:56.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meld, Weld.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv88MhucuEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RUqAinD1ZnU/s1600-h/activity+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404104263777171522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv88MhucuEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RUqAinD1ZnU/s320/activity+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv88MFVURhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SYfBftBzyGQ/s1600-h/activity+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404104256155567634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv88MFVURhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SYfBftBzyGQ/s320/activity+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv87WDwy8xI/AAAAAAAAAIY/e6oXDraBSxw/s1600-h/activity+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404103328021017362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv87WDwy8xI/AAAAAAAAAIY/e6oXDraBSxw/s320/activity+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv87V_kp6WI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/05tfMCqsOxY/s1600-h/activity+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404103326896351586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv87V_kp6WI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/05tfMCqsOxY/s320/activity+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv87VowomVI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZBkkQE_SDu4/s1600-h/activity+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404103320772581714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv87VowomVI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZBkkQE_SDu4/s320/activity+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv87VMW72MI/AAAAAAAAAIA/p5es6puW6KA/s1600-h/activity+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404103313148598466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv87VMW72MI/AAAAAAAAAIA/p5es6puW6KA/s320/activity+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv87U19tKII/AAAAAAAAAH4/LZ1r1LG_DFA/s1600-h/activity+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404103307137198210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv87U19tKII/AAAAAAAAAH4/LZ1r1LG_DFA/s320/activity+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv84tqGFgAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CqxU-9TvcuA/s1600-h/Weld+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404100434912968706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv84tqGFgAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CqxU-9TvcuA/s320/Weld+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv82-XRvf_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/cUPuaP-Wk_c/s1600-h/Weld+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404098522896105458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv82-XRvf_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/cUPuaP-Wk_c/s320/Weld+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv82-IjT0wI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hn2xKAuy_aU/s1600-h/Weld+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404098518943257346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv82-IjT0wI/AAAAAAAAAHg/hn2xKAuy_aU/s320/Weld+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv829gBFVxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/41OAg5EPdCQ/s1600-h/Weld+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404098508062283538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv829gBFVxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/41OAg5EPdCQ/s320/Weld+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv829TJbUmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_T7rUqAjFJk/s1600-h/Weld+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404098504607617634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv829TJbUmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_T7rUqAjFJk/s320/Weld+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv829HnNjDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DhkyP308oVk/s1600-h/Weld+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404098501511318578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv829HnNjDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DhkyP308oVk/s320/Weld+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, no. Im not sayin' we played cards,Im just sayin' we Welded. Okay, I didnt. But Phil did. Today was over cast, colder than sin, and hailed on and off all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching ANTM and Phil asked me to come eat lunch with him. So I heated up some yummy burros and headed over. It was a quick lunch and Phil says "I only have 15 Minutes left." Well, after I helped him clamp the sheet metal where it needed to go, I left home to start thawin' out some Rhodes Rolls. OH MY HEAVEN ON EARTH. Rhodes rolls are AMAZING. Especially dipped in butter before thawing. MmMmm. And I wanted to start boiling potatoes..which reminds me, I started that water like an hour ago, I guess I should go check on it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well , turns out, because me oven is so old school, if it gets too hot it just TURNS OFF. Wow. It has a mind of its own. At least it wont burn my house down if I leave it on...Im juss' sayin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway! So, Ive come home, finished the dishes, put in a load of whites and started the rolls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 hours later- NO PHIL. yes, he DID say 15min. HAHA. Silly kid. 2hours and 45minutes off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, at least he got it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to ANTM (which is Americas Next Top Model, if you didn't know) Im watching cycle 13 or maybe 14, anyway. Its amazing. Seriously these girls have amazing hair, NO FAIR. But you know what else is cool about this cycle! Its Specifically for SHORT models. OH EM GEE. or whatever people say now days, (this is me tryin to be hip... does that make anyone else think of that old song ....hmm) Moving on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH WATER OVER FLOWING on the STOOOOVEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, we're cool. I got the taters peeled and put in the booiiling water, rolls are still rising and The house is clean. ahhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now all I need is for Phil to come build a super hot, original wood stove fire. Yes folks, thats right. We dont use heaters in this town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im tellin you, If you ever want to get away, you're welcome to come here. We will just up and leave you with our house and free reign to build forts, make hot coco, ride horses in the snow and cuddle up to an amazing movie. Yess I know, sounds tempting. So, just let m know when you're ready for your all inclusive stay in the Killians New Mexican Humble Abode. er...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay SOOO obviously I dont do advertizing for a reason. badda bing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BADDA BOOM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by the way, above are pictures of todays activities...AND some extras of the casa. Yea, its a mess, phil bought a new saddle and had to oil it. yaaay for messes! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;/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/3729300239821344938-4364344739960109135?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/4364344739960109135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=4364344739960109135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4364344739960109135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4364344739960109135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/11/meld-weld.html' title='Meld, Weld.'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sv88MhucuEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RUqAinD1ZnU/s72-c/activity+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-2613281208055243702</id><published>2009-11-12T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:11:28.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy_sdZ8-2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/rDmljMWj7gg/s1600-h/oh+boy+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403404423466384226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy_sdZ8-2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/rDmljMWj7gg/s320/oh+boy+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy_sC3qIzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/t2GrHXxet-U/s1600-h/oh+boy+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403404416343221042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy_sC3qIzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/t2GrHXxet-U/s320/oh+boy+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy_rwwWApI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DVuAUXfB6GA/s1600-h/oh+boy+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403404411480703634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy_rwwWApI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DVuAUXfB6GA/s320/oh+boy+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ,  Yes, infact I did tell phil months ago that I hated that ugly tree that blocks my view of the vast world. And yes, infact, he did JUST remove it a few days ago. But none the less, even in the midst of this brown and hideous winter, it is a wonderful view where there tree once was. Thanks to philly! Halleluia! Halleluia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Phil may or may not have tried to replant that ugly tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3729300239821344938-2613281208055243702?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/2613281208055243702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=2613281208055243702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2613281208055243702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2613281208055243702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-yes-infact-i-did-tell-phil-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy_sdZ8-2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/rDmljMWj7gg/s72-c/oh+boy+063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-7010562659582010169</id><published>2009-11-12T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:05:18.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy-QT_aB1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jH98hoez0Ow/s1600-h/oh+boy+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403402840391157586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy-QT_aB1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jH98hoez0Ow/s320/oh+boy+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy-PwBK8SI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YA4mLnyRfaU/s1600-h/oh+boy+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403402830734881058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy-PwBK8SI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YA4mLnyRfaU/s320/oh+boy+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy-PjbiSXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CJ6x6vyF9XM/s1600-h/oh+boy+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403402827355801970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy-PjbiSXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CJ6x6vyF9XM/s320/oh+boy+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy-PcgmeeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7kiZ8qTnUQ8/s1600-h/oh+boy+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403402825497999842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy-PcgmeeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7kiZ8qTnUQ8/s320/oh+boy+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy-O2rLzZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AFNTyaED3dE/s1600-h/oh+boy+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403402815341841810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy-O2rLzZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AFNTyaED3dE/s320/oh+boy+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy8XfI4fsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_4E-ypQAnNA/s1600-h/oh+boy+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403400764619521730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy8XfI4fsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_4E-ypQAnNA/s320/oh+boy+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy8Wz0lmSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/shyeGhLls3w/s1600-h/oh+boy+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403400752991672610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy8Wz0lmSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/shyeGhLls3w/s320/oh+boy+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy8Wkz6peI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T3Rc4jHHh-4/s1600-h/oh+boy+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403400748962325986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy8Wkz6peI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T3Rc4jHHh-4/s320/oh+boy+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy8WUPOZNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BI2oKunWKYk/s1600-h/oh+boy+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403400744513463506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy8WUPOZNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BI2oKunWKYk/s320/oh+boy+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy8WN8NshI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bzFkI5CElCc/s1600-h/oh+boy+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403400742823113234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy8WN8NshI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bzFkI5CElCc/s320/oh+boy+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy6cntc8UI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vWpsV7MkoLE/s1600-h/oh+boy+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403398653796479298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy6cntc8UI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vWpsV7MkoLE/s320/oh+boy+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Im Back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around here, we been busy. This is the time of year we ween ( halloween, haha.) the calves from they mamas. Then ship them off to the Farm in Cochese where they will grow nice and fat. Then from there, they go to happy meals all over the world! Oh how I love being part of the world happiness movement. I have decided that since some of you probably have never been around ranching, Im going to give you a peek into the life of a rancher. If you are part of peeta or thing that meat eaters are the devil, you should exit this blog now. I am not writing this for you. This post is for people who wanna see into a life totally different than their own, see how cowboys really are rough and tumble and how dirt really is a part of life. If even the bible tells me I can eat meat, well, Heaven here I come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;/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/3729300239821344938-7010562659582010169?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/7010562659582010169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=7010562659582010169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7010562659582010169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/7010562659582010169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile...'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Svy-QT_aB1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jH98hoez0Ow/s72-c/oh+boy+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-4980939691721008265</id><published>2009-11-03T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:24:17.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesa Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SvDzo3kSogI/AAAAAAAAAEw/W7wkilq9nco/s1600-h/usflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400083836653707778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SvDzo3kSogI/AAAAAAAAAEw/W7wkilq9nco/s320/usflag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Land that I love, really.)&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Thats right. I am in Mesa. Mah home town. Land that I looove. (me, singing the God Bless America song- go me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! I cannot forget that today, many hours ago, I was in New Mexico. Phil, Mark, David and Vern all woke up at 5:30am to head over to headquarters to load up all the calves, lucky for me, Philly asked me to stay home and watch and make sure the Truck ( the one that transports the calves from our shippings pens to Cochese) didn't come and miss us. Also lucky for me, he didn't come until about 2 minutes after the guys arrived to serperate the calves from they mamas (if you get my drift). Well, I threw on my boots and my coat, thinking it might be freezing outside like it has been. It was warm. YAY! I grabbed my camera and drove over to the hay barn to help load. Don't fret though, I took TONS of pictures to show you, but because I came to Mesa, I was a nice wife and left the camera. So Phil could load the pictures and look at them at the end of his long day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Its over. The calves are loaded and gone for another year. But since we had 60 extra calves we didnt order 2 big trucks, instead we were thrifty and decided to load the rest in our 3 horse trailers and transport the rest ourselves. I was gonna go with Phil but since Cody went, I decided to head down to Mesa early. Oh what a Wonderful TREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So , here I sit. At my parents house- where behind me my mom, dad, brother coby, brother cade, aubrey ( cobys girlfriend) and chance (cobys boyfriend...jk.) are sittin watching, none other than, the biggest loser. YES. we sit, and watch the biggest loser and think how nice it would be to work out like that, but dont. haha. what a life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on the agenda for tonight- get off this dadnabbed computer and spend time my my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tommorrow- well I haven't thought that far ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i do know is- is that I will be gifting you with wonderful pictures SOON. and SOON my blog will look much more fun and intruiging to look at. Promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a wonderful night friends!&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/3729300239821344938-4980939691721008265?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/4980939691721008265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=4980939691721008265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4980939691721008265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4980939691721008265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/11/mesa-lovin.html' title='Mesa Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SvDzo3kSogI/AAAAAAAAAEw/W7wkilq9nco/s72-c/usflag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-6972233058219415708</id><published>2009-10-29T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:34:11.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a hard knock life</title><content type='html'>Today was a stay home and do nothing day. Of course phil always found something to do between commercials. But, none the less. We stayed home. The first movie pick was called " Speak" with Kristen Stewart (yes, i can see you trying to think if that name is familiar, badda bing! its bella from Twilight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after we watched that, which in fact was a very cute movie. I recommend it, We  ventured on out into the freezing cold wind. Snow falling everywhere. Its time for the horses to eat, especially the Stud - that little fella has always been spoiled in the heat- whether in Texas or in Mesa. Now its snowing?! whats the guy gonna do!? Eat more Hay. Its kinda like that silly commercial with the cows that say Eat more chickn. Except not. This horse doesn't care if you eat chicken or beef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we did so philly realized 2 horses were missing. uh ooohh. So,  i suggested to go off and look. Since we'd been in the house all day. Low and behold, id be the one climbing out of the truck to open the fence. BRRRRR. My nose almost turned into a carrot and my eyes to coal! Too bad i wouldnt be one of those cute ones with  a scarf and top hat (said with an english accent of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to your dismay, we didnt find the horses but figure they are hiding behind trees from the coldness. Poor fellas. Lucky they have phil to give em tons hay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back in the nice warm house. Dirty dishes looooming in the sink behind me. Screaming-- CLEAN USSS.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not tonight. Gotta save me some activity for tommorrow!&lt;br /&gt;On the list for the rest of the evening though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Phil will make some fabulous enchiladas.&lt;br /&gt;2. We will eat them , gobbble goooobbbble, while we watch none other than- Snapped and The office! booo yaa !&lt;br /&gt;3. Pile dishes onto more dirty dishes and continue watching the shows.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get up, look at the dishes and still give em the cold shoulder...&lt;br /&gt;5. Hot showerrrrr (thats not all! you also get a nice wall heater to turn on as well ding ding!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Leno, Conan. And thinking, thats not even funny anymore but ill laugh anyway to work out my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;7.Bedtimmmeee. YAY cold sheets, fan in my face. ZZZZZZzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you all know what we will do tonight, will also know that we have obviously had a lazy day. Wonderful. But tommorrow, its back to harrrd work for philly and cleaning for me. YAY. Hope those dishes don run away during the night, it would sure make me sad if i couldnt visit them tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh my dear friends, It is almost Halloweeen!!! Since we will not be there for this festive holiday, please do me a favor, and eat alll the butterfingers you can for me! mMMMmmm. But  as for Thanksgiving, ill be eatin turkey stufffing and cranberry sauce all on my own, but you're sure welcome to eat some for me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think its about time to get off this dadnabbed computer and make me a bathroom break before Enchiladas and some laughage!&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-6972233058219415708?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/6972233058219415708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=6972233058219415708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6972233058219415708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/6972233058219415708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-hard-knock-life.html' title='It&apos;s a hard knock life'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-5098486316354568331</id><published>2009-10-28T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:34:39.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thewaitfam.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://busybeelauren.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-5098486316354568331?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/5098486316354568331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=5098486316354568331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5098486316354568331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/5098486316354568331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-2960644060932538442</id><published>2009-10-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:22:08.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shnow Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SujuHeXAtRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YvDTBiGgw5M/s1600-h/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+004.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/_PGj-obmavVs/SujuHeXAtRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YvDTBiGgw5M/s320/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397825965579613458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo, Over night. What a present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sujtqe6NNaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3ZO3HjqUswU/s1600-h/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+027.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/_PGj-obmavVs/Sujtqe6NNaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3ZO3HjqUswU/s320/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397825467511027106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the hay barn alll the way over there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SujtQoMIOiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mXYeYpS7mp8/s1600-h/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SujtQoMIOiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mXYeYpS7mp8/s320/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397825023325518370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lou Lou's House, Taken over by snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SujsprIT-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BuWhIVWHzRo/s1600-h/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SujsprIT-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BuWhIVWHzRo/s320/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397824354099919506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our very,very pregnant Border Collie, Lou Lou. She basically got kicked out of her "house" (a broke down horse trailer with a doggie pad and food and water) because of the snow. Poor Girl. At least she has that punkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SujsKkcFmvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LiUEjDv1NBM/s1600-h/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SujsKkcFmvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LiUEjDv1NBM/s320/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397823819727870706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Our chickens Are infact hiding from the snowy, freezing cold winds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SujrtMfsatI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W1eiBpjSo7A/s1600-h/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SujrtMfsatI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W1eiBpjSo7A/s320/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397823315084339922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philly Comin' in from gatherin' a small group of cows. Brrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SujrUEOh7qI/AAAAAAAAADw/hnnAUJW8kss/s1600-h/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SujrUEOh7qI/AAAAAAAAADw/hnnAUJW8kss/s320/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397822883368136354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine In the Winter, Thanks Mama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-2960644060932538442?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/2960644060932538442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=2960644060932538442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2960644060932538442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2960644060932538442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/10/shnow-anyone.html' title='Shnow Anyone?'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/SujuHeXAtRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YvDTBiGgw5M/s72-c/EscondidoHerd+and+First+Snow+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-4539794987412866065</id><published>2009-10-28T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:40:50.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Mornin' Friends!&lt;br /&gt;It was a good nights sleep, that is of course, besides the two night terrors.&lt;br /&gt;Thats right, Night Terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a very bad nightmare that your awake in, but also that you feel like is so completely real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes me about 20 minutes to work myself into reality, and in the mean time, phil is tellin me to go back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got back to sleep, it felt like I had been sleeping for 5 minutes and Phil is shaking me at the hip. " Wake up- Wake up, Look! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my undelight, nothing but White out of my window. Yes, it snowed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October is for Halloween, Not winter!! What is this world coming to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say , Heavenly Father knew what beautiful things I love. He blesses me with the oppurtunity to see things that make me incredibly happy. And I'm not talking about happy like, I get cake on my birthday happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean happy, when my soul feels happy. When I feel Warm and content. Like when the arizona sun hits my face, or the cold crisp air hits my face when I'm standing on the seat of my brothers jeep heading up a crooked hill. Happy when I jump into my blankets at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thats Happy. What makes you happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-4539794987412866065?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/4539794987412866065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=4539794987412866065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4539794987412866065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4539794987412866065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-mornin-friends-it-was-good-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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-3729300239821344938.post-4045442638628252063</id><published>2009-10-27T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:09:45.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Callin' night, Callin' night...Hello?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sue1wdOgGVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YlaKUk4Qjgw/s1600-h/October+Break+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PGj-obmavVs/Sue1wdOgGVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YlaKUk4Qjgw/s320/October+Break+042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397482522510629202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate one of those steers fer dinner tonight...mmhmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest molly butler, &lt;br /&gt;i understand fully that you had a good intention to make a wonderful restaurant. well, it didn't last. your food made my hubs sick and my burger was oooover cooked. i mean, the moo in the cow almost never existed. anyway, phillian grilled up some steaks tonight, absolutly, A MAZE ING. i mean, perfect. plus rhodes rolls, salad and some some garlic mashed taterssss! yummy! id go back and.. NOT pay alot of money on that dinner mrs. molly. OHH mrs molly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-4045442638628252063?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/4045442638628252063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=4045442638628252063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4045442638628252063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/4045442638628252063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2009/10/callin-night-callin-nighthello.html' title='Callin&apos; night, Callin&apos; night...Hello?'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</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/_PGj-obmavVs/Sue1wdOgGVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YlaKUk4Qjgw/s72-c/October+Break+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729300239821344938.post-2246233178287629389</id><published>2008-07-12T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:42:24.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>ill be honest right now, vocabulary and capitalization are not on the top of my list. so, granted, i love to write.. when i type, i just go with the flow. whereever my thoughts take me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sittin here, i am kind of feeling a nostalgic feeling. listening to angels and airwaves on kamry's myspace, i keep gettin memories flashin in my mind. sudden, kind of like when lighting splashes through the dark skies, splitting what we see as one canvas of rain clouds- into a torn pitcture. Its like it splits it open so the drops of rain can fall. In this case, my memories arent causing rain to fall, that would be like... weird. i am sitting at the computer... if rain started falling i would be scared haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think life is a whole book. its something that time controls, but we control what we do with the time that we are givin. God didnt put us here just to watch us fall and not get back up. He put us here to fall, get back up... and run with whatever we got out of that fall. even if its justDirt. Dirt dont hurt anyway... it washes off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of life, i love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i think of the word, it doesnt feel like it is a word. because of alll the words in a vocabulary- its the only one that brings so many memories i could make a picture story book just to store in my brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me think of my favorite things in life: the blessings i have recieved: my family and the sunshine i live under. when the sun hits my skin it makes me smile everytime. I love the daisys and sunflowers that covers the country side. when the rain clouds roll in- threatening to clean the earth they sit on. I love when the smell of rain floats through the car vents . the winds blows and lightning flashes. I love watching the water dance to the sound of the earth as is moves. spinning in a cirular motion.... as we just sit and watch. it makes me wonder... why some of us just let it pass by.i bet God is sad knowing some of us walk by a pretty purple flower without even acknowledging it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id like to stand on a corner and hold out my hat, asking people to give me the time they are going to waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the simplest things in life, are the things that make me happy, but like everyone else on this earth... sometimes i want things. more than i want things that matter. i want a nice truck, and a horse to ride. a quad. i want to bring my kids up in a life of dunes, camping and shooting. but thats just the worldly things... what i really want is happiness. a family of my own that i can love and that i can share my love of the the things around me. the beauty of each thing that surrounds us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a family i can have for time... and ALL eternity. a husband who holds the priestood. and each move we make, each choice we have to make.... includes heavenly father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want alot.....but maybe if i focused on others...  i would share this happiness with others. the world is full of it.... if each of us shared a small  part of the happiness in our hearts.... maybe then... we would be able to return all together for eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for right now.... its high time i stop typing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. life is too short not to write a happy thought, or look and enjoy each amazing thing around us. enjoy each smile someone gives you on the street. tell a random person they look amazing. think about all the people you love and the people you will love one day.... do all the right things.. just for them. enjoy the moment... and live for the memories you'll make. dont regret life.... we are here to learn.. to love... and to live. let yourself do just that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later! i love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 bree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729300239821344938-2246233178287629389?l=breezychandler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/feeds/2246233178287629389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729300239821344938&amp;postID=2246233178287629389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2246233178287629389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729300239821344938/posts/default/2246233178287629389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breezychandler.blogspot.com/2008/07/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Bree Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02606779728097144485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
