<?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-116230879024342409</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:05:05.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brough's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-8636791075452701557</id><published>2009-09-14T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:08:05.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!  First Day of School!  Wake up, wake up dad! I don't want to go to school... Not YOU dad! ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sq7Kv8XjA8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/oo0L9JSc_00/s1600-h/IMG_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sq7Kv8XjA8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/oo0L9JSc_00/s320/IMG_0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381461529761874882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So our first days of school weren't quite like Nemo's.  First of all, my kids won't put their faces in the water so swimming to school was out of the question.  And, they were quite nervous for their first days, not excited.  Anyhow, J.J. started first grade at Kaysville Elem. and I'm so proud of him!  The long day is tough for him to get used to.  And first grade doesn't do nearly as many fun crafty activities as Kindergarten but he's learning a lot!  He gets a good amount of homework every night, which means I do too.  When we were going over vowels, I discovered that they've added "y" to the "a-e-i-o-u".  When did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sq7KW8BmueI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Mi3C0fnaCus/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sq7KW8BmueI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Mi3C0fnaCus/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381461100173113826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sq7LWa3d1kI/AAAAAAAAAU0/EEeKVNDeekI/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sq7LWa3d1kI/AAAAAAAAAU0/EEeKVNDeekI/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381462190783845954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Danny, my Danny.  Started Pre-school.  I was surprised how nervous he was when we got to the school.  I thought he'd be running into class!  Once I finally convinced him that I was "going to talk to a lady and that I'd be right back", he let go of me and I was FREE!!!!!  Free for 2 hours to do anything I wanted ALL BY MYSELF!  I even called James to announce the news!  I went to the mall to get a new watch battery and didn't even have to stop by the quarter rides for a few minutes of "pretend" rides.  So the time came to go get Danny and when I got there he had big eyes and shouted, "Mom!  I had FUN!"  sigh.... what a relief.... now he wants to go every day but only gets to go 2 times a week.  We have a speech therapist that will be working with him in his class so I hope to see some new improvement soon.  He talked NON STOP to me ALL DAY and I understood about a third of all this exciting stuff he had to say.  When he gets all excited he talks loud and fast and sometimes it's hard to follow.  (I know..... he's just like me.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sq7MgGD1xsI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9hmB19cDJsk/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sq7MgGD1xsI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9hmB19cDJsk/s320/IMG_0596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381463456508921538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sq7L9pc63QI/AAAAAAAAAU8/6Mw2trXuI3I/s1600-h/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sq7L9pc63QI/AAAAAAAAAU8/6Mw2trXuI3I/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381462864713932034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm thrilled that my boys are getting adjusted to school and happy about their schools and their teachers.  Now if they can make new friends and learn how to confront the bullies.  (Yes, there are "mean" boys already.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116230879024342409-8636791075452701557?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8636791075452701557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=8636791075452701557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/8636791075452701557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/8636791075452701557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school-first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!  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ME!!'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sq7Kv8XjA8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/oo0L9JSc_00/s72-c/IMG_0334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-7718432356291441038</id><published>2009-08-23T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:13:58.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG--NT3PLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rNOwqCoMNPA/s1600-h/IMG_1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG--NT3PLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rNOwqCoMNPA/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373285806363851954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were able to go boating a bit this summer.  We wish we could have done more of it, but we were so happy for the time we DID get on the water!  Boating and waterskiing/wakeboarding is one of James' passions as his family grew up doing it.  We're TRYING to get myself and the boys into it a bit more.  I haven't achieved waterskiing yet so I'm thinking I might try wakeboarding instead.  Although I do get into the water to swim around, I'm always nervous that a fish is going to nibble on my toes!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG-JpEQi0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/wbLFZ9vvuek/s1600-h/IMG_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG-JpEQi0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/wbLFZ9vvuek/s320/IMG_1381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373284903281527618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG68FFwsKI/AAAAAAAAATc/0GMcfd_0NDg/s1600-h/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG68FFwsKI/AAAAAAAAATc/0GMcfd_0NDg/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373281371750969506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG9Ijpce-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/hndsmF0KSbk/s1600-h/IMG_1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG7qWrHuaI/AAAAAAAAATk/qVD_NqYQZIA/s320/IMG_1180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373282166745053602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG6VEuP4mI/AAAAAAAAATU/wjNwPvUZciU/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG6VEuP4mI/AAAAAAAAATU/wjNwPvUZciU/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373280701637452386" 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/116230879024342409-7718432356291441038?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7718432356291441038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=7718432356291441038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/7718432356291441038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/7718432356291441038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2009/08/boating.html' title='Boating'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG--NT3PLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rNOwqCoMNPA/s72-c/IMG_1218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-4185652596653103815</id><published>2009-08-23T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:48:21.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG2LSBiylI/AAAAAAAAASk/tHgr7Gvrxi0/s1600-h/IMG_1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG2LSBiylI/AAAAAAAAASk/tHgr7Gvrxi0/s320/IMG_1654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373276135362841170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Every year the young women in our church go camping for a few days.  They call it Girls Camp.  They learn survival skills and have a lot of fun together.  Besides the leaders that the young women normally have, they call a few more to organize the camp.  I was called to be the Youth Camp Leader Advisor.  While at camp, the older girls are to help run things and I got to work with them doing that.  I haven't been to a girls camp since I was 13 or 14 years old so I was a little nervous about doing this.  But in the end it was a wonderful experience and it turned out better than I thought it would!  The girls were able to have experiences where they could feel their Heavenly Father's love for them and recommit to being more virtuous women.  Thanks to my nephew, my mother, and my husband, I was able to leave my boys home and in good hands for 5 days!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG3xqVRQgI/AAAAAAAAAS8/GSIGi0uLGUE/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG3xqVRQgI/AAAAAAAAAS8/GSIGi0uLGUE/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373277894234685954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG4t4ZmJ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/hTBExaju7Sc/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG4t4ZmJ9I/AAAAAAAAATM/hTBExaju7Sc/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373278928803080146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG4WTw4o7I/AAAAAAAAATE/ZRFkX1lxaxc/s1600-h/IMG_1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG4WTw4o7I/AAAAAAAAATE/ZRFkX1lxaxc/s320/IMG_1969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373278523831657394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG2jY6GKTI/AAAAAAAAASs/n6Q1NbMpaJg/s1600-h/IMG_1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG2jY6GKTI/AAAAAAAAASs/n6Q1NbMpaJg/s320/IMG_1949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373276549527513394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG3H4bipdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nkdVn6Je9FU/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG3H4bipdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nkdVn6Je9FU/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373277176464582098" 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/116230879024342409-4185652596653103815?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4185652596653103815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=4185652596653103815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/4185652596653103815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/4185652596653103815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2009/08/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SpG2LSBiylI/AAAAAAAAASk/tHgr7Gvrxi0/s72-c/IMG_1654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-6761293712896066997</id><published>2009-08-20T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:42:34.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's end</title><content type='html'>I can't BELIEVE summer is almost over.  While I'm excited for the boys to start school, I'd really like one more month of summer.  "Why?" you ask?  Well even if you didn't ask, I'll tell you why.  Because I still want to go camping with my boys, go swimming more, go boating more, more lazy mornings, go on another vacation, more time at the parks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;           I can't turn back time so I guess I'll just tell you what we DID do this summer.  Even if you don't want to know, I'm going to tell you.  Besides, you're reading MY blog so there you go.  On JJ's birthday he gave out candy at school, went bowling, and.... I can't remember what we did next... did we go to a movie???  Well after whatever it was that I've forgotten, we asked him where he wanted to go to dinner.  He said he wanted to stay HOME.  "Mom, can't you make some fries in the oven or something?"  That's JJ for you, always wants to be home.  So we compromised and did Winger's take-out.  That way mom didn't have to cook, it was something different, AND he got to stay home to eat.  Oh, and he got another Nintendo cake...which he didn't eat.  I made it special for him so he could eat the whole thing.  But neither of my boys like cake.  So they licked a little frosting off of the top and then poked it with their fingers.  Whatever makes him happy, right?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So3WT04pboI/AAAAAAAAARE/BEMtNRz1TQ8/s1600-h/IMG_6090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So3WT04pboI/AAAAAAAAARE/BEMtNRz1TQ8/s320/IMG_6090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372185566624968322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So3WwHje5DI/AAAAAAAAARM/BCW0FaA8JzE/s1600-h/IMG_6038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So3WwHje5DI/AAAAAAAAARM/BCW0FaA8JzE/s320/IMG_6038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372186052672807986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So3VvYUUP5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Cdhftkrm8jU/s1600-h/IMG_6014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So3VvYUUP5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Cdhftkrm8jU/s320/IMG_6014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372184940481101714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we had the Big Brough Family vacation at Uncle Monte's Cabin.  (Kinda sound's like 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' huh?)  We had a blast 4 wheeling and hangin' with each other.  "Who likes Heidi?" (hmmm.  Only half of them raised their hands.)  The following picture is some of the guys 'shootin' the breeze'.  Actually, they were shooting clay pigeons but a good number of the shots only got the breeze.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4kj5C7EXI/AAAAAAAAARs/F-lDJNa5hwc/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4kj5C7EXI/AAAAAAAAARs/F-lDJNa5hwc/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372271604526682482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4lKYjHBNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/yGk66IgQ7UQ/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4lKYjHBNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/yGk66IgQ7UQ/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372272265818211538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So3Zjp3U3XI/AAAAAAAAARc/4DS6I-0O3aw/s1600-h/IMG_6992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So3Zjp3U3XI/AAAAAAAAARc/4DS6I-0O3aw/s320/IMG_6992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372189137079426418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4jirIXcXI/AAAAAAAAARk/t_CffbSHqTs/s1600-h/IMG_6907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4jirIXcXI/AAAAAAAAARk/t_CffbSHqTs/s320/IMG_6907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372270484099920242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So3YmkWGq4I/AAAAAAAAARU/VdLg-JMA8DQ/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So3YmkWGq4I/AAAAAAAAARU/VdLg-JMA8DQ/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372188087625886594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 4th of July came and went and then it was Danny's birthday!  We went swimming at Grandma Pincock's pool, went to Red Robin, and went to the theater to see Madagascar 3!  "How old are you Danny?"...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4wXhnT3ZI/AAAAAAAAASM/ki_hCdEqGxg/s1600-h/IMG_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4wXhnT3ZI/AAAAAAAAASM/ki_hCdEqGxg/s320/IMG_1020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372284586217954706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4ug3oXYtI/AAAAAAAAASE/4mhWA0iHxzM/s1600-h/IMG_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4ug3oXYtI/AAAAAAAAASE/4mhWA0iHxzM/s320/IMG_0800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372282547723526866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4zDy0n1YI/AAAAAAAAASU/ggJeWklxVcg/s1600-h/IMG_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4zDy0n1YI/AAAAAAAAASU/ggJeWklxVcg/s320/IMG_1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372287545774691714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4m0lr6uLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_X0xTZ3o4t8/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So4m0lr6uLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_X0xTZ3o4t8/s320/IMG_0942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372274090410948786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116230879024342409-6761293712896066997?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6761293712896066997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=6761293712896066997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/6761293712896066997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/6761293712896066997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2009/08/summers-end.html' title='Summer&apos;s end'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/So3WT04pboI/AAAAAAAAARE/BEMtNRz1TQ8/s72-c/IMG_6090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-2904663312066451270</id><published>2009-03-12T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:31:53.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honorable Mention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmxbwyQTFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/t0bQ45L52J4/s1600-h/IMG_5009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmxbwyQTFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/t0bQ45L52J4/s320/IMG_5009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312472325970480210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There have been a few things that have happened in the past few months that I want to bring attention to.  One is that my hunny finally made it to the thirty-something club!  James turned 30 years OLD!  Since I'm a few months older than him, I don't think I should make any old jokes.  But I do have to say he's been through the ringer this year physically.  Since he's had a bad knee he looks like he's an old man when he walks.  But at least people won't think I'm a cradle robber now!  He works really hard and maybe, just MAYBE he'll get a desk job this year to ease his aching joints.  We sure love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sbmwv0OEvvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4ik4aJWzg-0/s1600-h/IMG_5036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sbmwv0OEvvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4ik4aJWzg-0/s320/IMG_5036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312471570978225906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmvsV7AgMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5urWdkx39y0/s1600-h/IMG_5048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmvsV7AgMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5urWdkx39y0/s320/IMG_5048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312470411793957058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of Brough's bad knees, James' dad had to come home from his Baton Rouge Temple assignment to get a total knee replacement.  He had the other one done last year.  And since his mother has already had both of her knees replaced, we know they won't be coming back for knee surgery again.  But it has been really nice for us to see them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sbmrv0kUmII/AAAAAAAAAPY/I9n_juSV5eU/s1600-h/IMG_4918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sbmrv0kUmII/AAAAAAAAAPY/I9n_juSV5eU/s320/IMG_4918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312466073513400450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandmother had her 98th birthday this year.  She's nearly a centurion!  We have a lot we could learn from her.  My mom is starting to write her history and I'm excited to help her with it.  I get my kicks from scanning pictures and reading old letters and documents.  I know, I'm a history geek.  But I appreciate her more as I find out more about her past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmrUTALZGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ysKkN9u1I3c/s1600-h/IMG_4520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmrUTALZGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ysKkN9u1I3c/s320/IMG_4520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312465600646964322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With a big gulp and a big sigh, James decided it was time to sell his Jeep.  He built this Jeep with his dad when he was 15 years old so it has a lot of sentimental value to it.  When we got married he said he would never part from it, but hard times have pressed him to sacrifice.  I'm sorry you had to do it James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sbmpu7wvncI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LCfW9mnt8g0/s1600-h/IMG_4093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sbmpu7wvncI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LCfW9mnt8g0/s320/IMG_4093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312463859241426370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally I just want to say that I LOVE MY BOYS!  Danny's picked up dad's love of music and golf.  He "jams" on his little guitar and keyboard and it's so cute!  J.J. is learning to read and it's so fun to see him progress.  I often over hear J.J. teaching Danny the alphabet or things he's learned at school that day.  They get excited about wearing their matching Sonic or Pokemon shirts.  Since they want to wear the same thing most of the time, they look like they're trying to be twins!  I know it's common for kids to do this kind of thing, but I find my boys to be particularly adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmpZpt7fFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BCMihtA01eU/s1600-h/IMG_4065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmpZpt7fFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BCMihtA01eU/s320/IMG_4065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312463493620530258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sbm138XhcOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bW5oJiDa0Rs/s1600-h/IMG_1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sbm138XhcOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bW5oJiDa0Rs/s320/IMG_1683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312477208162431202" 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/116230879024342409-2904663312066451270?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2904663312066451270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=2904663312066451270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/2904663312066451270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/2904663312066451270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2009/03/honorable-mention.html' title='Honorable Mention'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmxbwyQTFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/t0bQ45L52J4/s72-c/IMG_5009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-985888975666882887</id><published>2009-03-12T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:58:46.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six month Update</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know it's been a while since we've posted anything.  I have no excuse besides general busy life. Last fall my dad had his 70th birthday and my sisters and I threw him a surprise party.  It was AWESOME.  Not only was it amazing that all of my five sisters and I were in the same location, but 200 or so of his friends came to celebrate with him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmWjmOYMyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2CYtAA-iviI/s1600-h/IMG_3752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmWjmOYMyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2CYtAA-iviI/s320/IMG_3752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312442773760652066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmUh1hqcRI/AAAAAAAAANw/nwP-X23KfjU/s1600-h/IMG_3777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmUh1hqcRI/AAAAAAAAANw/nwP-X23KfjU/s320/IMG_3777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312440544485077266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmTkyumqYI/AAAAAAAAANo/K24XZzxfxCw/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmTkyumqYI/AAAAAAAAANo/K24XZzxfxCw/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312439495762028930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the holidays came and went.  Happy Halloween, Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas,  Happy New Year, and Happy Valentines Day!  James did a GREAT job making the turkeys for all the parties on both sides of the family. (He burned his finger and I caught the moment)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmYW2tE4BI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FOa6OCTn5OU/s1600-h/IMG_3966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmYW2tE4BI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FOa6OCTn5OU/s320/IMG_3966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312444753869332498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmXJHP-iiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/o8xzEM5c1SA/s1600-h/IMG_4173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmXJHP-iiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/o8xzEM5c1SA/s320/IMG_4173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312443418280888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sbma9iPzFBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/G84qnFmH8lE/s1600-h/IMG_4220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/Sbma9iPzFBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/G84qnFmH8lE/s320/IMG_4220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312447617415975954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twenty minutes after we had Thanksgiving dinner, James and three of his brothers piled into the mini to go get drinks at the local gas station.  How on EARTH they were thirsty for 32 oz-ers was beyond me.  It was funny watching them try to get out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have any awesome Christmas pictures this year.  I guess because I was too involved.  But it WAS nice to see my sister Heather and her family.  They live in California and got to spend about 2 weeks here over Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't take any Valentines pictures this year for some reason!  Although I want to point out that I have an awesome husband.  Beforehand I was thinking that Valentines Day is a commercial holiday where stores try to get boys to buy stuff to woo a girl with.  It's kind of dumb.  Once you've been married a while, how do you express your love for your spouse with a teddy bear?  A teddy bear is good when you're dating and you can't think of anything else to give the girl so you get her a soft stuffed animal.  But once you've given it to her, what is she supposed to do with it then?  Stick it on a shelf to collect dust?  Granted, James gave me a teddy bear once and while the sentiment of giving me something was nice, I STILL have that bear and I don't dare throw it away because I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings.  But I don't want to put it on my bed either.  Dinner or chocolate would be more practical to give because she could ENJOY it and then be done with it.  But then, that's a continuation of holiday weight gain with the massive amount of candy we get from Halloween and the Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my awesome husband.  I was trying to think of SOMETHING to get for him for Valentines Day and having a terrible time.  Golf stuff?  A new video game? New shoes?  What does any of that have to do my LOVE for him?  Well, HE got me things that I would actually like.  And a card with a nice note in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a long way of saying, I believe in the value of Valentines Day again.  Happy Holidays everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116230879024342409-985888975666882887?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/985888975666882887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=985888975666882887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/985888975666882887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/985888975666882887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2009/03/six-month-update.html' title='Six month Update'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SbmWjmOYMyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2CYtAA-iviI/s72-c/IMG_3752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-5401740506899828687</id><published>2009-01-17T19:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:34:17.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>so it has been a long time since we posted.  We are busy and will post all the holiday madness soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116230879024342409-5401740506899828687?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5401740506899828687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=5401740506899828687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/5401740506899828687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/5401740506899828687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-2379316124301238501</id><published>2008-09-15T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:17:56.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heidi's 30th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SM6YrK-8flI/AAAAAAAAAK0/aD30u12nV-I/s1600-h/IMG_3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SM6YrK-8flI/AAAAAAAAAK0/aD30u12nV-I/s320/IMG_3184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246298483383369298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year on my birthday someone asks, "So do you feel older?".  And usually I say, "no".  But THIS year when James called me from work and asked, "So do you feel older?", I said "YES".  J.J. had come in to wake me up and I was dead tired.  I felt like I'd been hit by a truck.  Then I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror and I wondered, "when did I get all those wrinkles?"  My brother-in-law, Dave, declared in the middle of Sunday school a few weeks ago that I have a few gray hairs showing.  (If I wasn't so short maybe he wouldn't have seen them)  So, yes, I feel older.  Would I want to be 16 again?  Young and feeling good even after a sleepless night?  No, I wouldn't trade my husband and two boys and being their 30 year OLD mom for anything.  I've got 3 boys that love me unconditionally and I KNOW I didn't have that at 16.  I'm pretty lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116230879024342409-2379316124301238501?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2379316124301238501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=2379316124301238501' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/2379316124301238501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/2379316124301238501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2008/09/heidis-30th-birthday.html' title='Heidi&apos;s 30th Birthday'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SM6YrK-8flI/AAAAAAAAAK0/aD30u12nV-I/s72-c/IMG_3184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-1633143056979666258</id><published>2008-09-15T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:04:05.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JJ's 1st day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SM6VMoJT8GI/AAAAAAAAAKs/56hM4UoOEuc/s1600-h/IMG_3179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SM6VMoJT8GI/AAAAAAAAAKs/56hM4UoOEuc/s320/IMG_3179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246294660100649058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can hardly believe J.J. is going to Kindergarten.  Sigh.... the school years begin.  It's as much as an adjustment for him as it is for me and Danny.  Actually, J.J. was really excited to start and has loved going!  It's DANNY that we have to worry about!  The first day, J.J. put on his back pack so Danny found his to put on.  Then we went to the school and J.J. lined up so Danny did too.  Then the class was going inside and Danny started screaming and crying that he couldn't go in too!  With both arms stretched out to J.J. walking away he screamed, "J.J.!!!!!  NO!!!!!!!"  He cried and cried and the other moms thought it was cute that he was so upset that he couldn't go in with his brother.  They are two peas in a pod.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SM6UL7zl3NI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JxViUosQlxs/s1600-h/IMG_3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SM6UL7zl3NI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JxViUosQlxs/s320/IMG_3172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246293548686761170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few days now and as long as Danny gets to wear his back pack too, he's okay with saying goodbye to J.J. at the door.  But as soon as we get home he says he wants to go get J.J.!  I guess this is just one of those growing pains that we'll get past eventually.  One good thing is that when J.J. comes home and has to trace his letters for homework, Danny wants to too!  Since Danny has some speech delay, we figure he may not be able to speak understandably by the time he starts school but at least he'll be able to write!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SM6Tzdz_rWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZZIIzHmhBjs/s1600-h/IMG_3168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SM6Tzdz_rWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZZIIzHmhBjs/s320/IMG_3168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246293128318528866" 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/116230879024342409-1633143056979666258?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1633143056979666258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=1633143056979666258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/1633143056979666258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/1633143056979666258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2008/09/jjs-1st-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='JJ&apos;s 1st day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SM6VMoJT8GI/AAAAAAAAAKs/56hM4UoOEuc/s72-c/IMG_3179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-3575756751653159311</id><published>2008-08-01T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:33:44.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Brough Bru-ha-ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SJPZzE0NnGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uscOCeN0B8Q/s1600-h/IMG_2589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SJPZzE0NnGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uscOCeN0B8Q/s320/IMG_2589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229763063796571234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, only 2/3rds of us are in the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year James' siblings and families all get together for a vacation of some kind.  This year we went camping!  (well, sort of.  We had a cabin.)  We went 4-wheeling, had a paddle boat, the men went shooting, played games (Bananagrams!), ATE, and of course did the s'mores around the campfire.  Oh and James killed a baby rattle snake with a shovel!  This Brough Bunch knows how to have a good time...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SJPi7i3ByzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YzRVpM5-Y1Q/s1600-h/IMG_2711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SJPi7i3ByzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YzRVpM5-Y1Q/s320/IMG_2711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229773104905046834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SJPiDJPPK5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AS0711SIMXU/s1600-h/IMG_2722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SJPiDJPPK5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AS0711SIMXU/s320/IMG_2722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229772135954590610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SJPg6xc8fDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hCI72MBmPBQ/s1600-h/IMG_2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SJPg6xc8fDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hCI72MBmPBQ/s320/IMG_2447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229770892619054130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SJPgm8Cp8kI/AAAAAAAAAJg/R907FZDNi3Y/s1600-h/IMG_2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SJPgm8Cp8kI/AAAAAAAAAJg/R907FZDNi3Y/s320/IMG_2561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229770551864193602" 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/116230879024342409-3575756751653159311?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3575756751653159311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=3575756751653159311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/3575756751653159311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/3575756751653159311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-brough-bru-ha-ha.html' title='The Big Brough Bru-ha-ha'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SJPZzE0NnGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uscOCeN0B8Q/s72-c/IMG_2589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-5713668562453561688</id><published>2008-07-21T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:00:32.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heidi and her cakes</title><content type='html'>When J.J. turned 1, I wanted to make him a cute cake but didn't really know how to decorate one.  My mom had decorated cakes back in the day but I never learned how. (nor did I learn how to sew, quilt, crochet, play piano, and a slew of other things I should have)  Then when we were in North Dakota, a friend of mine and I decided to take classes together.  It got us out of the house to do something fun and now I'm still experimenting.  So if you wonder what I've been up to lately, this is it...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT3XQZDk0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LWL-B-pRzs8/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT3XQZDk0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LWL-B-pRzs8/s320/IMG_0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225573446565729090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Happy Fathers Day!  I made one for my dad and one for James and his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT3KvR0s3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/5k3qqZq_dPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT3KvR0s3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/5k3qqZq_dPQ/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225573231518593906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Yoshi... (Mario character) for J.J.'s b-day&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT27jAD3XI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h2tmHFAmZug/s1600-h/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT27jAD3XI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h2tmHFAmZug/s320/IMG_0392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225572970524826994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT2lk1D-9I/AAAAAAAAAII/lSv7d5cCi1Q/s1600-h/IMG_9790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT2lk1D-9I/AAAAAAAAAII/lSv7d5cCi1Q/s320/IMG_9790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225572593058446290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT2OhCb17I/AAAAAAAAAIA/MQ9dRzHFIJs/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT2OhCb17I/AAAAAAAAAIA/MQ9dRzHFIJs/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225572196903802802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT1oEjztzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gfd8HsO0aMk/s1600-h/IMG_8661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT1oEjztzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gfd8HsO0aMk/s320/IMG_8661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225571536424122162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT1ZyeN-aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/p9vbqDP8ls0/s1600-h/IMG_8613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT1ZyeN-aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/p9vbqDP8ls0/s320/IMG_8613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225571291050670498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT0K3hWtHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/U8c7B5SGvmw/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT0K3hWtHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/U8c7B5SGvmw/s320/IMG_2406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225569935196337266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SITz1TfpBhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PmOTZwSmxSo/s1600-h/IMG_8283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SITz1TfpBhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PmOTZwSmxSo/s320/IMG_8283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225569564748219922" 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/116230879024342409-5713668562453561688?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5713668562453561688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=5713668562453561688' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/5713668562453561688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/5713668562453561688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2008/07/heidi-and-her-cakes.html' title='Heidi and her cakes'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT3XQZDk0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LWL-B-pRzs8/s72-c/IMG_0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-5692651381268218545</id><published>2008-07-21T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:08:27.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>This summer J.J. has suddenly grown up into "big boy-hood" and Danny has grown up into "little boy-hood" (as opposed to baby or toddler).  J.J. is a Wii fanatic and really wanted to have a Mario Party 8/Super Smash Brothers birthday party.  What did he get for his birthday?  Well, a Mario Kart game for the Wii of course.  AND he got to have 2 parties this year with both sides of cousins.  He LOVES his cousins!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT6jiQI6QI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LtB-DH8DCw4/s1600-h/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT6jiQI6QI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LtB-DH8DCw4/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225576956053481730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT52cUQF3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/k06jY5AE_W0/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT52cUQF3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/k06jY5AE_W0/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225576181366003570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SITiyRhcq7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/aimkwZRD2hU/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SITiyRhcq7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/aimkwZRD2hU/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225550820981648306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel isn't as devoted to one thing as J.J. is.  He loves Thomas, and Cars, Star Wars, and Mario too.  He was SOOOOO excited to open his presents this year!  He was dancing and screaming and making us laugh!  His big gifts were a scooter and Indiana Jones legos.  We went to go see Wall-E at the new  Syracuse theater.  It was fun for the first half of the movie, until the kids got  bored and wanted to go home... But it was fun to go anyway!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SITs2bNOyGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cC6ruyObB1A/s1600-h/IMG_2350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SITs2bNOyGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cC6ruyObB1A/s320/IMG_2350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225561887416961122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SITkRf6DjcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1jatK_wZAm4/s1600-h/IMG_2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SITkRf6DjcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1jatK_wZAm4/s320/IMG_2399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225552456930528706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both boys bring a lot of joy to our family.  Happy Birthday boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116230879024342409-5692651381268218545?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5692651381268218545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=5692651381268218545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/5692651381268218545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/5692651381268218545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SIT6jiQI6QI/AAAAAAAAAI4/LtB-DH8DCw4/s72-c/IMG_0345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-4711860695770124281</id><published>2008-06-02T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:00:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The B-17</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday we went out to the Ogden Airport to see a B-17 there. I believe James said there are only 5 in the world that can still fly and this one came to Ogden for 3 days. While there, I overheard some WWII veterans telling about their old war stories and my ears perked up! I went over to meet them and they started to tell ME their stories! Oh, it was so very exciting for me to talk to WWII pilots! They are heroes! I just wish I had written down all of their names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.J. and Danny were not nearly as excited as I was but they enjoyed watching the plane take off and land. If only we had $400.00 we could have taken a ride in it! James is really into planes nowadays so he took a gazillion pictures of the plane (and others nearby) and enjoyed that aspect of it. It was SO AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERe9W_nS9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/D_fGTfJVNrU/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERe9W_nS9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/D_fGTfJVNrU/s320/IMG_0550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207391477384563666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERe92_nS-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/xXqPcF-QdbA/s1600-h/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERe92_nS-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/xXqPcF-QdbA/s320/IMG_0664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207391485974498274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERe-G_nS_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/gAKAD6JsxL4/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERe-G_nS_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/gAKAD6JsxL4/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207391490269465586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERe-W_nTAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Fl8ortaeP78/s1600-h/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERe-W_nTAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Fl8ortaeP78/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207391494564432898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERe-2_nTBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bcLBbcgI0CA/s1600-h/IMG_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERe-2_nTBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bcLBbcgI0CA/s320/IMG_0594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207391503154367506" 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/116230879024342409-4711860695770124281?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4711860695770124281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=4711860695770124281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/4711860695770124281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/4711860695770124281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2008/06/b-17.html' title='The B-17'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERe9W_nS9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/D_fGTfJVNrU/s72-c/IMG_0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-7522434553411598158</id><published>2008-06-01T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:40:59.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing North Dakota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SEOSCm_nS1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/IvcMhgNVytU/s1600-h/IMG_9088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SEOSCm_nS1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/IvcMhgNVytU/s320/IMG_9088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207166167695182674" 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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SEOSD2_nS5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/bAyqM7cgjyU/s320/IMG_9113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207166189170019218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-decoration: underline; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SEOLDm_nSzI/AAAAAAAAADs/IQ2HIuGRL54/s320/IMG_9123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207158488293657394" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 17th we jam packed a Penske truck and 3 cars and moved from North Dakota.  And while coming back to Utah has been wonderful in many ways (warmer weather, family, warmer weather), I find myself missing Grand Forks, North Dakota.  I miss all of the wonderful friends we made.  I mean we made some true, &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SEOSC2_nS2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/1ApIs6SMNlw/s320/IMG_5470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207166171990149986" border="0" /&gt;honest, and loyal friends that were wonderful!&lt;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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERZDm_nS6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/LTgxwkrzpeU/s1600-h/IMG_7887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERZDm_nS6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/LTgxwkrzpeU/s320/IMG_7887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384987688979362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERZGm_nS8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/OKmPZ3RUwwE/s1600-h/IMG_8408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERZGm_nS8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/OKmPZ3RUwwE/s320/IMG_8408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207385039228586946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SEOSDm_nS4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/8qH-MvDYy_0/s320/IMG_7515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207166184875051906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;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;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SEOSDW_nS3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/msxvrBXxBuE/s320/IMG_9012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207166180580084594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the beautiful ice formations on the windows.  I miss the playgroups and activities.  I miss the (constant) wind when you take your kids to one of the many parks.  I miss when the snow starts to melt and there are GREAT puddles to drive and jump through.  I miss going to Canada just for a change of scenery (even though the scenery was the same).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERZEG_nS7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EUE8VUamV5I/s1600-h/IMG_8734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERZEG_nS7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EUE8VUamV5I/s320/IMG_8734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384996278913970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SEOElm_nSoI/AAAAAAAAACU/5nFvwiRBCuE/s320/IMG_7697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207151375827815042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SEOLEG_nS0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/BjhJ5AR5XaI/s320/IMG_9070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207158496883592002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss the wide open sky and the flowing clouds.  I miss the rows of corn and wheat fields for miles and miles.  And I love those old barns and silos!  I miss the Grand Forks Primary!  I miss going out to the Air Force Base to see friends, go bowling, going to the simulator (AWESOME).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SEOIQG_nSvI/AAAAAAAAADM/5x9uM_sGHdY/s320/IMG_7797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207155404507138802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SEOEK2_nSnI/AAAAAAAAACM/-4pWJPoKwsU/s320/IMG_7582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207150916266314354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While North Dakota was not exactly the Garden of Eden,  I have to admit that I found a lot of things to love.  Thank you to all of you that contributed to that!  sigh.......&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/116230879024342409-7522434553411598158?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7522434553411598158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=7522434553411598158' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/7522434553411598158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/7522434553411598158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2008/06/missing-north-dakota.html' title='Missing North Dakota'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SEOSCm_nS1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/IvcMhgNVytU/s72-c/IMG_9088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-5929981483018566708</id><published>2008-05-04T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:57:57.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Heidi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TowDxYiI/AAAAAAAAABY/CGBma_sPtIU/s1600-h/Scan10001_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TowDxYiI/AAAAAAAAABY/CGBma_sPtIU/s320/Scan10001_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196753348336902690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TrADxYjI/AAAAAAAAABg/44M_sDNBx9s/s1600-h/Scan10003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TrADxYjI/AAAAAAAAABg/44M_sDNBx9s/s320/Scan10003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196753386991608370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is a picture of Heidi and some skinny blond she posed with.  But isn't she lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116230879024342409-5929981483018566708?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5929981483018566708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=5929981483018566708' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/5929981483018566708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/5929981483018566708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-heidi.html' title='Beautiful Heidi'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TowDxYiI/AAAAAAAAABY/CGBma_sPtIU/s72-c/Scan10001_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-7170944201109163813</id><published>2008-05-04T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:55:18.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TIADxYdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YHU9SAmPons/s1600-h/Scan20001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TIADxYdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YHU9SAmPons/s320/Scan20001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196752785696186834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TIQDxYeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jrzHFDMiVLM/s1600-h/Scan20001_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TIQDxYeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jrzHFDMiVLM/s320/Scan20001_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196752789991154146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TIwDxYfI/AAAAAAAAABA/30GRnBqcvqY/s1600-h/Scan20002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TIwDxYfI/AAAAAAAAABA/30GRnBqcvqY/s320/Scan20002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196752798581088754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TIwDxYgI/AAAAAAAAABI/w1hg78dC9Hk/s1600-h/Scan20003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TIwDxYgI/AAAAAAAAABI/w1hg78dC9Hk/s320/Scan20003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196752798581088770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TJQDxYhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/E7hX8L0WhH0/s1600-h/Scan20004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TJQDxYhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/E7hX8L0WhH0/s320/Scan20004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196752807171023378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning this might make your stomach turn......................&lt;br /&gt;Well Heidi has been going through a lot of old pictures and scanning them in.  Well she found the pictures of my hands when I ran them through a router at the age of 18.  So being bored, I am posting them.  ENJOY....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116230879024342409-7170944201109163813?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7170944201109163813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=7170944201109163813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/7170944201109163813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/7170944201109163813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2008/05/warning-this-might-make-your-stomach.html' title=''/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SB6TIADxYdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YHU9SAmPons/s72-c/Scan20001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-6606352346440857891</id><published>2008-04-13T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:03:15.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SALXVApktGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HjAVmn_STzc/s1600-h/IMG_9160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SALXVApktGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HjAVmn_STzc/s320/IMG_9160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188946476635829346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SALXVQpktHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NRQX80FwjCo/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SALXVQpktHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NRQX80FwjCo/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188946480930796658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we arrived and then James got right to work finishing his brothers basement. He has done the framing, electrical, and will be doing the Sheetrock soon. We have settled into our new ward, we are in Grandma and  Grand pa's  Brough's ward. ( Since we live in their house)  and James' older brother is also in the ward so they have the luxury of having three Brough familes in the ward.  We are enjoying the better weather and time with family.  Thanks to everyone that helped us move we appreciate all the help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116230879024342409-6606352346440857891?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6606352346440857891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=6606352346440857891' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/6606352346440857891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/6606352346440857891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-in-utah.html' title='Life in utah'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SALXVApktGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HjAVmn_STzc/s72-c/IMG_9160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116230879024342409.post-8227041227357502571</id><published>2007-10-15T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T15:26:38.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Heidi had her tonsils removed and it has been a rough week for her. People told her how hard it would be but she did not realize it would be this hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/116230879024342409-8227041227357502571?l=jhbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8227041227357502571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=116230879024342409&amp;postID=8227041227357502571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/8227041227357502571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/116230879024342409/posts/default/8227041227357502571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhbrough.blogspot.com/2007/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>James &amp;amp; Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04924668561202974946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5vdpK9iUYqE/SERgkW_nTDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lKSkWhMiLaQ/S220/8aca8bce-aa69-11dc-8457-0015171a65f4w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
