<?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-13530152</id><updated>2012-01-07T06:13:54.475-06:00</updated><category term='Tech'/><category term='Oscar'/><category term='cake'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='Mason'/><category term='House'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Tot school'/><title type='text'>Pickle Perfect</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639659344369253806</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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-3723176476005642134</id><published>2011-10-28T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:47:44.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tot School - Odds and Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well it has been a crazy month. &amp;nbsp;With selling our house, trying to find a new place to live, and getting ready for #2 Tot School has taken a little bit of a back burner. &amp;nbsp; We have done some things here and there but it hasn't been as structured as I would have liked. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His favorite books continue to be Naptime Kitty during the day and Goodnight Moon at bedtime. &amp;nbsp; S spends a large portion of his day playing with his Legos. &amp;nbsp;If his towers fall apart he never gets angry he just sits down and begins building a new one. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somedays if we haven't gotten to any Tot School&amp;nbsp;activities&amp;nbsp;he will go in the closet and choose an activity himself, which usually ends up being crayons and a piece a paper to draw on. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are a few of the activities we have done in the last few weeks. &amp;nbsp;I haven't taken many pictures since the camera is all set up to go to the hospital with us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;S is placing glitter balls on the circles while saying the letter L. &amp;nbsp; We also collected leaves outside and used them to make imprints on Play-doh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbiDg-QY6Fc/TqrzWaaZ4DI/AAAAAAAAADI/P2g4BfaPXXk/s1600/10-11+October+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbiDg-QY6Fc/TqrzWaaZ4DI/AAAAAAAAADI/P2g4BfaPXXk/s320/10-11+October+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course the dot paints are still a huge hit in this household. &amp;nbsp;But I have to watch S closely because once he finishes filling in all the empty dots he starts to dot his arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVPZ0sAqOr0/TqrzcYTKMQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/v5sgvb0oM3U/s1600/10-11+October+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVPZ0sAqOr0/TqrzcYTKMQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/v5sgvb0oM3U/s320/10-11+October+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had some whole wheat spaghetti in the closet (which I was looking to get rid of because it tasted gross) and I let S put them through the holes of the strainer. &amp;nbsp;But alot of the pieces ended up on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcLjAvEUQkE/TqrzidBe7hI/AAAAAAAAADY/zFdV07YZxFs/s320/10-11+October+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Luckily we had a little helper to spread them all over the floor with his paws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVAVulmaSGY/TqrzpBjj9SI/AAAAAAAAADg/FZAE4Ck3KyI/s1600/10-11+October+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tVAVulmaSGY/TqrzpBjj9SI/AAAAAAAAADg/FZAE4Ck3KyI/s320/10-11+October+014.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have never made caramel apples before so I though this would be a fun cooking project for S and I. &amp;nbsp;I had gotten the wrong caramel product to do this so Nathan was nice enough to go to the store and pick out caramel. &amp;nbsp;I also got out what remained of our sprinkle collection for decorations. &amp;nbsp;Let' just say there were NO sprinkles left when we were done. &amp;nbsp;S had a blast decorating them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nCpbz8Jnpv4/TqrzvVBRJQI/AAAAAAAAADo/u1kKg-ogz-k/s1600/10-11+October+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w6IC3kZJI8c/Tqrz77qt87I/AAAAAAAAAD4/VKzRs9l5Dig/s1600/10-11+October+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w6IC3kZJI8c/Tqrz77qt87I/AAAAAAAAAD4/VKzRs9l5Dig/s320/10-11+October+020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In mid-October we went to Barthel's Fruit Farm to pick apples and pumpkins. &amp;nbsp;It was unusually hot and S was NOT happy that day so&amp;nbsp;unfortunately&amp;nbsp;we didn't get many good pictures. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully pumpkin carving/painting goes better. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dva5Mat5Mtg/Tqr0EVAOaLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wfKEGfG-X48/s1600/10-11+October+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tot School" border="0" height="146" src="http://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv250/carisafrank/Blog%20Buttons/totschool150.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Letter: &lt;/b&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shape: &lt;/b&gt;Triangle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number: &lt;/b&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Despite us all having head colds compounded with 2 year old molar teething I am impressed we were actually able to get some things done. &amp;nbsp;Of course Legos continued to be the favorite toy of the week. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes S will get them out 3 times a day and start building his towers. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We worked on the handouts from &lt;a href="http://www.1plus1plus1equals1.com/TotSchoolPrintables.html"&gt;1+1+1=1&lt;/a&gt; a little bit. &amp;nbsp;But we only felt well enough to use the dry erase marker and work with the Play-doh. &amp;nbsp;Daddy took S to gymnastics where he is really starting to get the hang of the Hokey Pokey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xftQOTQrf0/Tn_qBTUQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/USx08lP02RM/s1600/Tot+School+-+Body+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xftQOTQrf0/Tn_qBTUQ_ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/USx08lP02RM/s320/Tot+School+-+Body+002.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_NB7uZfB2I/Tn_p7qBbj_I/AAAAAAAAACI/eaxJMnHHJvA/s1600/Tot+School+-+Body+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1_NB7uZfB2I/Tn_p7qBbj_I/AAAAAAAAACI/eaxJMnHHJvA/s320/Tot+School+-+Body+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday: &lt;/b&gt;We were feeling a little better so we decided to go to the library for storytime. &amp;nbsp;Luckily the theme of story week was Parts of the Body! &amp;nbsp;So S got to participate in lots of poems and songs about the body including our song of the day - Head,Shoulders,knees, and toes. &amp;nbsp;We were both beat when we got home so we just played with Mr. Potato Head (another favorite toy of S's).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We got a few more books at the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ykmVixodL._SS400_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41kPHONdqrL._SS500_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51i8rE8OFbL._SS500_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday: &lt;/b&gt;I cut out different parts of the body from the 1+1+1=1&amp;nbsp;handouts&amp;nbsp;and taped them to some homemade dice that I made. &amp;nbsp;We then rolled the dice and if the dice landed on "ear", I had S touch his ear. &amp;nbsp;He was actually fairly amused with this game and learned some new vocab very&amp;nbsp;quickly&amp;nbsp;- ear, foot, eye, nose, mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got sucked into the $1 aisle and clearance section at Target and got S a few new supplies: watercolors, 5 reams of drawing paper ($.74/ream), huge book of stickers,&amp;nbsp;dominoes, growing capsules. &amp;nbsp;So today I got out the water colors to color his worksheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTcHWS6gQBw/Tn_qo4QrPEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3_mOiCRw3zo/s1600/Tot+School+-+Body+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTcHWS6gQBw/Tn_qo4QrPEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3_mOiCRw3zo/s320/Tot+School+-+Body+007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7M4z8KsO3RE/Tn_qundInlI/AAAAAAAAACU/t4g4o4kxI7E/s1600/Tot+School+-+Body+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7M4z8KsO3RE/Tn_qundInlI/AAAAAAAAACU/t4g4o4kxI7E/s320/Tot+School+-+Body+005.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course what would be Parts of the Body week with out finger paints! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpYuB8L6Jqk/Tn_rLQhtYHI/AAAAAAAAACY/NLBsVw3JQzQ/s1600/Tot+School+-+Body+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpYuB8L6Jqk/Tn_rLQhtYHI/AAAAAAAAACY/NLBsVw3JQzQ/s320/Tot+School+-+Body+010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FvkKBWV4msA/Tn_rRR9oJKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NxfOGBbxnJ0/s1600/Tot+School+-+Body+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FvkKBWV4msA/Tn_rRR9oJKI/AAAAAAAAACc/NxfOGBbxnJ0/s320/Tot+School+-+Body+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We finished up the day with some puzzles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_cw_UVy2a8/Tn_rv1Uv6kI/AAAAAAAAACg/ouKMHdDQU8E/s1600/Tot+School+-+Body+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_cw_UVy2a8/Tn_rv1Uv6kI/AAAAAAAAACg/ouKMHdDQU8E/s320/Tot+School+-+Body+012.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today was craft day. &amp;nbsp;I cut up a bunch of triangles and had S glue them to &amp;nbsp;a piece of paper. &amp;nbsp;We then of course had to get the dot paints out for a little bit. &amp;nbsp;I also tried laying the left over triangles on the floor for S to hop on but he was not in the mood for any more tot school. &amp;nbsp;So we relaxed to a little Super Why! (S's new favorite show) and he worked on sounding out the letters. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ga-FOTJzqk/Tn_sEMHQz-I/AAAAAAAAACk/NHjdZOVfrbs/s1600/Tot+School+-+Body+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ga-FOTJzqk/Tn_sEMHQz-I/AAAAAAAAACk/NHjdZOVfrbs/s320/Tot+School+-+Body+015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GN3sHKRdb1M/Tn_sKZ9_eeI/AAAAAAAAACo/NG14NF7hjvE/s1600/Tot+School+-+Body+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GN3sHKRdb1M/Tn_sKZ9_eeI/AAAAAAAAACo/NG14NF7hjvE/s320/Tot+School+-+Body+013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Cooking with Daddy! &amp;nbsp;This week's cooking activity was instant pudding. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Step 1: Always make sure the counter is clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmMRw63c9cE/Tn_sy3qlEbI/AAAAAAAAACs/tox7X8r14EE/s1600/Tot+School+-+Body+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmMRw63c9cE/Tn_sy3qlEbI/AAAAAAAAACs/tox7X8r14EE/s320/Tot+School+-+Body+021.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Step 2: Make sure you have your ingrediants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjooD567CYs/Tn_s4wDuLYI/AAAAAAAAACw/8W8oeZSIh08/s1600/Tot+School+-+Body+022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjooD567CYs/Tn_s4wDuLYI/AAAAAAAAACw/8W8oeZSIh08/s320/Tot+School+-+Body+022.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Step 3: Mix all&amp;nbsp;ingredients&amp;nbsp;together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JAPXA1Kiphw/Tn_s-9mmASI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GaljETkJAEg/s1600/Tot+School+-+Body+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JAPXA1Kiphw/Tn_s-9mmASI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GaljETkJAEg/s320/Tot+School+-+Body+023.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Misstep&amp;nbsp;3.5: Don't show 21 month old the timer as he quickly loses interest in cooking project :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: &amp;nbsp;Eating what you cooked, one large spoonful at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBrf4OgMiXI/Tn_tE-dK5BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CS6jQlYHx0Y/s1600/Tot+School+-+Body+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBrf4OgMiXI/Tn_tE-dK5BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CS6jQlYHx0Y/s320/Tot+School+-+Body+025.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next week's theme: &lt;b&gt;Fall&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/13530152-8401612335105509233?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/8401612335105509233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=8401612335105509233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/8401612335105509233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/8401612335105509233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2011/09/tot-school-parts-of-body.html' title='Tot School - Parts of the Body'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639659344369253806</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://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv250/carisafrank/Blog%20Buttons/th_totschool150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-4172936969531584651</id><published>2011-09-17T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T14:46:06.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Theme: Clothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1plus1plus1equals1.com/TotSchool.html" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tot School" border="0" height="146" src="http://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv250/carisafrank/Blog%20Buttons/totschool150.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theme: &lt;/b&gt;Clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Letter:&lt;/b&gt; S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number:&lt;/b&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To start off the week I printed out some reminders of the things that we were going to learn this week. &amp;nbsp;I hung them in the kitchen and found S going to them several times a day to go over them with me. &amp;nbsp;I really think this helped reinforce some of the things we were learning especially the letter S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNpj5fC8O4k/TnTnkhAJLZI/AAAAAAAAABc/sub0yUmpHJc/s1600/Tot+School+Clothing+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNpj5fC8O4k/TnTnkhAJLZI/AAAAAAAAABc/sub0yUmpHJc/s320/Tot+School+Clothing+010.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;S and I were a little bit under the weather towards the end of this week so we didn't get everything done that I had planned. &amp;nbsp;Instead I just went with the flow and we did alot more motor related activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Monday: &lt;/b&gt;We probably did the most on this day. &amp;nbsp;S is still loving using the dry erase marker on this S worksheets. &amp;nbsp;The way he holds the pen is&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;beginning to change as he gets more practice. &amp;nbsp;The dot paints on the other hand are becoming more of a messy affair as he likes to now use his thumb as a way to apply the paint to the &amp;nbsp;paper. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjHkzAYbhQI/TnTnX7ksuOI/AAAAAAAAABU/xJBgT2Efikw/s1600/Tot+School+Clothing+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjHkzAYbhQI/TnTnX7ksuOI/AAAAAAAAABU/xJBgT2Efikw/s320/Tot+School+Clothing+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjHkzAYbhQI/TnTnX7ksuOI/AAAAAAAAABU/xJBgT2Efikw/s1600/Tot+School+Clothing+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5A0cNmUnpI/TnTneAoDuAI/AAAAAAAAABY/0lkLCnUFqYY/s1600/Tot+School+Clothing+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I5A0cNmUnpI/TnTneAoDuAI/AAAAAAAAABY/0lkLCnUFqYY/s320/Tot+School+Clothing+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSDIZ_Cm7Nc/TnTnSDNejOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/86XYKlAgiVs/s1600/Tot+School+Clothing+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSDIZ_Cm7Nc/TnTnSDNejOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/86XYKlAgiVs/s320/Tot+School+Clothing+006.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I tried to add some objects for S to make imprints in the Play-doh but he is &amp;nbsp;still mainly interested in pounding and feeling the Play-doh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.babycenter.com/groups/a495/december_2009_birth_club"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgG6p34fdSY/TnToX5FexqI/AAAAAAAAABg/45W0hSCVq-Y/s1600/Tot+School+Clothing+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgG6p34fdSY/TnToX5FexqI/AAAAAAAAABg/45W0hSCVq-Y/s320/Tot+School+Clothing+012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musesofmegret.com/reviews/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/pete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.musesofmegret.com/reviews/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/pete.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We read Pete the Cat and Nap Time&amp;nbsp;for Kitty. &amp;nbsp;In between reading and doing worksheets S wanted to play with his Mickey Shape Sorter and Farmer See N Say. &amp;nbsp;Outside we got out his easel and he had a blast using the chalks. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went to story time again and S did well . &amp;nbsp;The theme for storytime was on the farm so he was well prepared to&amp;nbsp;recognize&amp;nbsp;all the farm animals. &amp;nbsp;We also picked out some new books. &amp;nbsp;At his point I think we are going to stick with the board books since I can trust him not to rip out the pages. &amp;nbsp;Thus the books will probably not follow the weekly theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;This we a favorite book of the week since S knew there was an Apple in it. &amp;nbsp;He we sit down and go through each page saying "Apple".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img height="194" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1176838847l/658592.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;S enjoyed pointing and finding all the animals in this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Whose... Ears? (Whose Lift the Flap)" border="0" height="200" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51GbznJa04L.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.tower.com/images/mm108408529/spots-first-words-hill-eric-paperback-cover-art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i43.tower.com/images/mm108408529/spots-first-words-hill-eric-paperback-cover-art.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51yTtSeEdiL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Baby: Pets!" border="0" height="198" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51yTtSeEdiL.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOCKS&lt;/b&gt;: Later in the day we did some matching with different types of socks. &amp;nbsp;We also had a little puppet show with the socks that we were using to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Thursday: &lt;/b&gt;We tried to do a few crafts. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Supplies: Printout of pants and shirt&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Colored&amp;nbsp;Cheerios&amp;nbsp;or multi-colored pasta&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Glue, q-tips, paper plate&lt;br /&gt;I showed S how to apply the glue to the cheerios and then stick them on the piece of paper to decorate the clothing. &amp;nbsp;But learn from my mistakes. &amp;nbsp;I should have showed him how to apply the glue to the paper and then stick the cheerios on the glue. &amp;nbsp;I had a difficult time trying to convince S that you don't eat the Cheerio or pasta after applying the glue. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-Ock-y0yQg/TnTpr56MEDI/AAAAAAAAACA/l2DHhp1eVu4/s1600/Tot+School+Clothing+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-Ock-y0yQg/TnTpr56MEDI/AAAAAAAAACA/l2DHhp1eVu4/s320/Tot+School+Clothing+030.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XW2Ky1Ymmd8/TnTovLC_noI/AAAAAAAAABk/0PgEEhc59AA/s1600/Tot+School+Clothing+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XW2Ky1Ymmd8/TnTovLC_noI/AAAAAAAAABk/0PgEEhc59AA/s320/Tot+School+Clothing+015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9p0Rub3U1bw/TnTo1ZU0hWI/AAAAAAAAABo/QaGUWVeJjOc/s1600/Tot+School+Clothing+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9p0Rub3U1bw/TnTo1ZU0hWI/AAAAAAAAABo/QaGUWVeJjOc/s320/Tot+School+Clothing+017.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is some of the items that he found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwRIGGL45KU/TnTpdxGWxiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JRntg2Ssvic/s1600/Tot+School+Clothing+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwRIGGL45KU/TnTpdxGWxiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JRntg2Ssvic/s320/Tot+School+Clothing+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;S was really into building this week. &amp;nbsp;We had the Legos out almost every day. &amp;nbsp;He likes to make large towers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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that took a little bit of a different approach to Tot School. Throughout the day I kept coming back to this post in my mind and I thought maybe S would respond better if we took this approach instead. I know for the next few weeks (maybe months) I will continue to adjust my version of tot school until we find a routine that works best for us. As S grows I know I will continue to adjust his program to best fit his needs. So with that said I have postponed Monday's tot school so I can rearrange his lesson plan for the week a little bit. But in the mean time I thought it might be good to come up with some goals for the next month or two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Books: get S a bit more interested in looking at books instead of ripping them apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Colors: start introducing the differences in colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Letters/Numbers: continue to show him new letters and see if we can get him to understand numbers beyond his nesting cups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Pronunciations/Words: Continue to help him learn new words and match those words with objects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that said this week was a bit less structured then the last two weeks but S still got to get involved in lots of new things. Originally it was suppose to be C week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday: &lt;/b&gt;We had some friends over and made some cheese fondue. S had some great fun using the fondue stick to dip his veggies, meat, and bread into the cheese (sorry I didn't get any pictures). We also continued to work on being gentle with the cats and saying the word cat instead of kitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6cI2v68MuW4/Tmu6RKQY8eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/j9nseYEq7YU/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650814961440059874" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6cI2v68MuW4/Tmu6RKQY8eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/j9nseYEq7YU/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B002.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;S shows Calvin his cat book from the library.  This is about as close as Calvin will let S get to him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/b&gt; We went to story time at the library. We have been taking a break from story time since S would have NO part of sitting still for stories and songs for 20 minutes. But I wanted to get some books and so I decided to give it another try. It was wonderful. He sat and listened to two stories and participated in all the songs (in addition to clapping and saying YAH!! after each song).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6aItIH7t84/Tmu55-NduZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UOk28lj0TpY/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650814563069573522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6aItIH7t84/Tmu55-NduZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UOk28lj0TpY/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B005.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;S had fun playing with play dough using a cat cookie cutter and some cake decorating stamps (which he found are better suited for building). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday: &lt;/b&gt;S worked really hard on his listening skills when we went to do errands. He helped pick out things on the list and push the cart. S did really well with wanting to read books this week. Maybe because they all had cats of them but I actually saw him get one of the books and climb on to the Lazy-Boy and start going through it. He loved to point out the cats. &amp;nbsp;He also liked to show the books to the cats. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51gQoed52cL.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://images.berkelouw.com.au/medium/9/7/8/1/8/4/6/4/3/3/4/0/5/9781846433405.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://www.parentsconnect.com/editorial_images/12/kittens-spring-280x280.jpg" width="320" /&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;b&gt;Thursday:&lt;/b&gt; Today we made rice krispy treats. S poured the rice krispies into the measuring cup and then into the bowl. While I melted the butter and marshmallows, S took handfuls of rice krispies and put them into his mouth or handed them to the dog. We got back on track when we had to mix everything together and pat down the mixture onto the cookie sheet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gl1NR8iQU5Q/Tmu55CP_bKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TqqHq3bvHm0/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650814546974043298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gl1NR8iQU5Q/Tmu55CP_bKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TqqHq3bvHm0/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B009.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course the most important lesson: learning to lick the spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-twKy_IEVggs/Tmu54sZEUDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/62tDb9ehRO4/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650814541106532402" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-twKy_IEVggs/Tmu54sZEUDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/62tDb9ehRO4/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B017.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W01xiMwCQeQ/Tmu54ef3R9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Morndk90meA/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650814537376942034" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W01xiMwCQeQ/Tmu54ef3R9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Morndk90meA/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B018.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday: &lt;/b&gt;Daddy had planted two new maple trees in the yard this week and needed to mulch around the trees and finish moving some dirt. S was eager to help. We also had fun playing with his new board puzzles we got at a garage sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LMtvZU87M6Q/Tmu4v0iZWtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/k4i9qSiFQM0/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650813289162693330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LMtvZU87M6Q/Tmu4v0iZWtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/k4i9qSiFQM0/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B025.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy instructs S to put the chunky pieces of dirt in the wheelbarrow.  S took this job very seriously.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSf4-zr0ebI/Tmu4viIDLEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SreFm0TgPvc/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650813284220349506" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSf4-zr0ebI/Tmu4viIDLEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SreFm0TgPvc/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B026.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;S continues to help Daddy pick up dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cejJt5fPcL4/Tmu4vFhBxDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DTPSteZ179U/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650813276540486706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cejJt5fPcL4/Tmu4vFhBxDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DTPSteZ179U/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B027.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FeQBfZiN3I/Tmu4uqdPDHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tdfuaIvh2JA/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650813269276822642" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FeQBfZiN3I/Tmu4uqdPDHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tdfuaIvh2JA/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B031.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;S feels the job is better done using a shovel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LuhInmasjo/Tmu4uUU6FfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XaZsn2eZ0r8/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650813263336314354" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LuhInmasjo/Tmu4uUU6FfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XaZsn2eZ0r8/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BC%2B033.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perhaps a rake will help&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next week: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Next week we are going to jump to the letter S. &amp;nbsp;The theme is going to be types of clothes. &amp;nbsp;The number of the week is going to be 1. &amp;nbsp;The color of the week is going to be blue (since it is smurf's week at gymnastics). &amp;nbsp;For vocabulary we are going to try to add new clothing words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-1641474485435538921?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/1641474485435538921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=1641474485435538921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/1641474485435538921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/1641474485435538921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2011/09/tot-school-week-3-letter-c-21-months.html' title='Tot School - Week 3 Letter C (21 months)'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv250/carisafrank/Blog%20Buttons/th_totschool150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-597241612677153196</id><published>2011-09-04T13:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T15:20:30.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tot School - Week 2 Letter B (21 months)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1plus1plus1equals1.com/TotSchool.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Tot School" src="http://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv250/carisafrank/Blog%20Buttons/totschool150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crafts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   We attempted to do two crafts this week.  The first one was a lady bug.  I got the idea from &lt;a href="http://www.notimeforflashcards.com/category/ladybugs"&gt;No Time for Flash Cards&lt;/a&gt;.  S did really well with the painting and gluing and even laced the pipe cleaner through the holes.   The second craft project was suppose to be a Bee but S was having no part of Tot school that day so we had to abort that particular day's project.  We had also planned to have fun with the finger paints on the easel I got at a garage sale but it was so hot outside I decided to postpone this project until next week.  At least we got one craft project done :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Painting a paper plate red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QX69il2J14E/TmPJ_wcTjUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ddBS5ceKyGM/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QX69il2J14E/TmPJ_wcTjUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ddBS5ceKyGM/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648580454825299266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gluing pieces on the ladybug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_q6VbAeZhho/TmPJ_YcX8XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mF45-dwgd98/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B029.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_q6VbAeZhho/TmPJ_YcX8XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mF45-dwgd98/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648580448383136114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finished Ladybug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cx4C0zqj2KI/TmPJ_ACs3FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rk-6UNKUR0A/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B032.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cx4C0zqj2KI/TmPJ_ACs3FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rk-6UNKUR0A/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648580441833004114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Worksheets:  &lt;/b&gt;The dot to dot paints continue to be a ton of fun for S.  He is really getting the hang of dotting the objects.  However he finds that the caps of the paints are just as much fun to stack and put back on the paints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-17NZhYeNLbs/TmPJ-d33c4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/GIjDljtfYBQ/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B046.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648580432660755330" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59nVjYbPq9A/TmPJ-7XRRgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dBqisq28AeY/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B048.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59nVjYbPq9A/TmPJ-7XRRgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dBqisq28AeY/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648580440577099266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't have a laminator so I glued the weaving printout onto a piece of thin cardboard.   S is really loving the weaving and this week he was able to hold and weave at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMNyW_kpFmU/TmPI5Wffk1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/mf7cY7jC3cs/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B057.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bMNyW_kpFmU/TmPI5Wffk1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/mf7cY7jC3cs/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648579245268505426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We tried some stamps this week with NON-TOXIC ink.  I know I have bigger stamps somewhere but I have to dig them out of our packed boxes.  At first S really thought the stamp was interesting.  So while he was doing this I turned away for about 20 seconds and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5TvXS_uEm0/TmPI4rl7rII/AAAAAAAAAEU/LHvu6srj59o/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648579233752788098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned around to find that apparently the ink is also yummy.  Luckily it washed off pretty easily.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jlBAWX89gls/TmPI45nPYdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FjNe3NV3xos/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B053.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jlBAWX89gls/TmPI45nPYdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FjNe3NV3xos/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648579237516370386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S still really likes the foam puzzles&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4RmILHx99g/TmPI4On5aKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PiAtuEVseVY/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B045.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4RmILHx99g/TmPI4On5aKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PiAtuEVseVY/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648579225976400034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also did a little bit of sorting with bears and puff balls.  We are still working on books.  I fortunately had picked up a lift the flap book at the library and we were able to get through a whole book.  I am hoping if we keep trying he will eventually sit still while we try to read him one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sensory: &lt;/b&gt;I tried the sensory bin this week.  S doesn't have alot of balls yet but luckily we have 2 spoiled cats and a  dog with a whole basket of balls.   S's favorite ball was a small green squishy cat ball.  But he had fun putting all the balls back into the laundry basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_YRH7_oEko/TmPGlwtPIYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XaGE6KmyZ0Q/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B016.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J_YRH7_oEko/TmPGlwtPIYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XaGE6KmyZ0Q/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648576709684830594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cooking: &lt;/b&gt;Each week I would like to do a little cooking/baking exercise with S since he loves kitchen utensils.  However this week was a special treat since he got to do some baking with Daddy.  This was S's first cookie making experience and first up on the menu - raisin, chocolate chip oatmeal cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S helped Daddy pour all the ingredients into the mixer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-opLRgtcByZQ/TmPGk24-hDI/AAAAAAAAADs/L-GucGPcW7U/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B003.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648576694164816946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S helped Daddy beat the eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Hk3bXclRxU/TmPGlRdy6gI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1oIQkLMXzYQ/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648576701298567682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course the best part was eating.  S insists that when a cookie is eaten it must be done in a Cookie Monster-like fashion.  Hmmm... cookie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MbLPOJzX360/TmPGls0744I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BU4-PIKjQr4/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648576708643382146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other cooking activity I had planned for a little later in the week was learning how to peel and cut a banana.  We used a plastic knife of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptbfJvpY5EQ/TmPGkvC09yI/AAAAAAAAADk/ssinQMbyLHg/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B041.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptbfJvpY5EQ/TmPGkvC09yI/AAAAAAAAADk/ssinQMbyLHg/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BB%2B041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648576692058650402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;B Activities: &lt;/b&gt;We did two B activities this week (well kind of ).  First we went big boy bed shopping.  Of course S really liked the loft beds with steps and ladders (I don't think so little guy).  We didn't find anything we liked but S kept himself entertained by opening all the drawers on the storage beds.    The second activity was getting to hear the baby on the doppler at the doctor's office.  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After a little searching on the internet I found this FANTASTIC site called: &lt;a href="http://1plus1plus1equals1.blogspot.com/"&gt;1+1+1=1&lt;/a&gt;. Within this blog is a great section called Tot School and has lots of activities and printouts to get started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week we started with the Letter A and concentrated Apples and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Color Red&lt;/span&gt;. Here is how it went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't take pictures on Monday as I am still trying to figure this whole thing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;1. Library: We started by walking over the library and stocking up on A themed books. S is still quite uninterested in most books and he would only sit still for the ABC book of CATS while Oscar demonstrated the finer points of cat ABCs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;2. Next we used kitchen tongs to transfer small toys from one muffin pan to the next. This gave me an idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;3. I got some apples out of the fridge and scattered them in different spots. S then had to find them, say the word "Apple" and put them in the muffin tin. He LOVED this. After playing this game about 4 times he decided it was time for a snack and ate the whole apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;4.  I put some of our A work sheets in a sheet protector and gave him a dry erase marker to practice drawing the letter A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my camera out the rest of the week but until I learn to multi-task a little better there may be a few more words than pictures.  Hang in there with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is how the rest of the week went: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;I tried to show S how to use kid's scissor. But lesson fail. S is not quite ready for scissors. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  Let's try some play dough (as momma crosses her fingers that S doesn't think play dough is a yummy treat). Whew.  We made the letter A out of red play dough before moving onto to smooshing and pounding the dough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uA9TIZ32Uec/TllBJ5a9GsI/AAAAAAAAACg/9FmgS3ryygw/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645615246174132930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOpHJfFWwGA/TllC_iZ6jNI/AAAAAAAAADI/pKDNSHrL8Uo/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOpHJfFWwGA/TllC_iZ6jNI/AAAAAAAAADI/pKDNSHrL8Uo/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihy7HwqzsfQ/TllDcUr3-oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-xoa80OKQUQ/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihy7HwqzsfQ/TllDcUr3-oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-xoa80OKQUQ/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- One morning we tried the stamps with some finger paints but he was not a huge fan.  Next week maybe we will try ink instead of paint to see if that goes over any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CZkxcIUcENc/TllC9ScyHOI/AAAAAAAAACo/Zsd0EBz_A98/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645617228577643746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&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;- The &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00004W3Y4"&gt;Dot Paints&lt;/a&gt; were definitely the favorite product of the week. Not only where they fun to use on the worksheets but the caps also were fun to stack and put on/off the paints.  We used the dot paints again to make a cute Alligator A craft that I got off of&lt;a href="http://www.notimeforflashcards.com/category/alligator"&gt; No Time for Flash Cards&lt;/a&gt;.  I did all the cutting for the craft and S did all the dot painting and gluing (extra plus in that S didn't eat the glue).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n34bdmgL5zg/TllC92x8YFI/AAAAAAAAACw/XXbP1JSJptU/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645617238330073170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mf4GYZWiYvE/TllC-y67tiI/AAAAAAAAADA/gf9OgcBk7Ns/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B042.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mf4GYZWiYvE/TllC-y67tiI/AAAAAAAAADA/gf9OgcBk7Ns/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B042.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOpHJfFWwGA/TllC_iZ6jNI/AAAAAAAAADI/pKDNSHrL8Uo/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOpHJfFWwGA/TllC_iZ6jNI/AAAAAAAAADI/pKDNSHrL8Uo/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihy7HwqzsfQ/TllDcUr3-oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-xoa80OKQUQ/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihy7HwqzsfQ/TllDcUr3-oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-xoa80OKQUQ/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I got this &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00000IV8F"&gt;Lauri Primer Pack from Amazon&lt;/a&gt;.  S actually spent quite a bit of time putting the puzzle together and working on the weaving portion (no picture since I had to help).  I think I now have to get a laminator and laminate the weaving page from each weeks set of printable sheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tU1GQ1bicxM/TllC-BNlEAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/F07znnKouVk/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B048.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tU1GQ1bicxM/TllC-BNlEAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/F07znnKouVk/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645617241130340354" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mf4GYZWiYvE/TllC-y67tiI/AAAAAAAAADA/gf9OgcBk7Ns/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B042.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mf4GYZWiYvE/TllC-y67tiI/AAAAAAAAADA/gf9OgcBk7Ns/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B042.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOpHJfFWwGA/TllC_iZ6jNI/AAAAAAAAADI/pKDNSHrL8Uo/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOpHJfFWwGA/TllC_iZ6jNI/AAAAAAAAADI/pKDNSHrL8Uo/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihy7HwqzsfQ/TllDcUr3-oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-xoa80OKQUQ/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihy7HwqzsfQ/TllDcUr3-oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-xoa80OKQUQ/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Of course we couldn't finish the week without a little outdoor time.  All he wanted to do was try out his new trike (which I found at a garage sale for $4 - yea me!).  S is still trying to figure out how to pedal but is completely content to sit on the trike and ring the bell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mf4GYZWiYvE/TllC-y67tiI/AAAAAAAAADA/gf9OgcBk7Ns/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645617254473905698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOpHJfFWwGA/TllC_iZ6jNI/AAAAAAAAADI/pKDNSHrL8Uo/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B058.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To finish off our A week we participated in the MS Orchard Walk.  We ate apple pancakes and picked 2 pecks of Paula Red Apples.  Of course there had to be a little goat petting too :).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn8w6ya4P1g/TllDcyxfPSI/AAAAAAAAADY/oJJeTU4k4a8/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645617769830366498" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOpHJfFWwGA/TllC_iZ6jNI/AAAAAAAAADI/pKDNSHrL8Uo/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645617267220319442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihy7HwqzsfQ/TllDcUr3-oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-xoa80OKQUQ/s1600/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihy7HwqzsfQ/TllDcUr3-oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-xoa80OKQUQ/s320/Tot%2BSchool%2BA%2B060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645617761753758338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not too bad for our first week.  Let's see what the Letter B brings!&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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/13530152-1278349179315390178?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/1278349179315390178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=1278349179315390178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/1278349179315390178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/1278349179315390178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2011/08/tot-school-week-1-letter-21-months.html' title='Tot School - Week 1 Letter A (21 months)'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv250/carisafrank/Blog%20Buttons/th_totschool150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-9049621762324790031</id><published>2007-05-15T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:58:43.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring-loading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tortoise Enclosure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last summer I got Harry a wife named Erma. Over the winter they seemed to enjoy their indoor house, which included a 6 foot bookshelf turned on its side, lined with a rubber mat, and filled with Bed-A-Beast. But this summer I want them to be outside to enjoy the sunshine and eat some new types of Russian tortoise approved vegation. The first step was growing marigolds, cucumbers, petunias, and green peppers from seeds starting in late winter (pumpkin, kale are being grown directly in the outdoor enclosure). During the second spurt of nice weather we pulled up the sod from the side of the house. Nathan tilled the little area and I got busy putting down 2 layers of scalloped 12 x 4 inch long edgers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tortoises love their new enclosure. It will see some additions throughout the season, but it is a work in progress. They appear to enjoy petunias but have pretty much been scarfed down. Marigolds aren't a favorite and the cucumbers aren't enjoying the cross wind so much. So for now, I still have to provide some lettuce for them eat. And when the nights get below 50 degrees I have been bringing them in. I did lay some old sod into a nice little pile and put one of Oscar's plastic cat beds upside down over it, to give them a little place to stay dry when it rains. Here are the pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064969860633991266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UTGDzMrluYo/RkpjQL0mGGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GNh6zSDcg5I/s200/Tort+Enclosure+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064970345965295730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UTGDzMrluYo/Rkpjsb0mGHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VPrqCYQc5gA/s200/Tort+Enclosure+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064970968735553666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UTGDzMrluYo/RkpkQr0mGII/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8sKvrWxtk4/s200/Tort+Enclosure+003.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vegetable garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we waited and waited for the HOA to contact us about finishing a drainage project in our neighborhood. We knew that this spring, the back end of our yard would have to be dug up in order to correct some drainage issues. So we were hoping to plant the garden at this time. But the plants we grew from seeds quickly outgrew 3 different containers they were planted in. So I decided to do some research and see what could be planted in pots. Apparently, vegetables (even carrots) can be grown in pots and there are these new contraptions out called self-watering pots. These pots contain a water reservoir at the bottom of the pot that can be wicked up into the soil. So we are going to give it a try, despite the fact the contractors started work on our yard one week after I spent the majority of the weekend getting the pots and planting the veggies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I may be getting a new puppy in August.&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/13530152-9049621762324790031?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/9049621762324790031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=9049621762324790031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/9049621762324790031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/9049621762324790031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2007/05/tortoise-enclosure-last-summer-i-got.html' title='Spring-loading'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UTGDzMrluYo/RkpjQL0mGGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GNh6zSDcg5I/s72-c/Tort+Enclosure+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-5665035902825224166</id><published>2007-04-09T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T10:08:24.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very long time since I have last written. Mainly b/c I have had two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;losts&lt;/span&gt; in my life in the last few months and I wanted to give them the proper good-byes. But I am still working on that so for now I will post a picture of them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cody&lt;/strong&gt; Aug 21st 1994 - Feb 2nd 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UTGDzMrluYo/RhpwM8ZWD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/uc2RCG0-PIc/s1600-h/Cody1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051473299722604386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UTGDzMrluYo/RhpwM8ZWD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/uc2RCG0-PIc/s320/Cody1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mason&lt;/strong&gt; Feb 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 1994 - March 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UTGDzMrluYo/RhpwccZWD3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/S2gYAcwZERA/s1600-h/Mason+sit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051473566010576754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UTGDzMrluYo/RhpwccZWD3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/S2gYAcwZERA/s320/Mason+sit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will write more during this month about their loss which I may or may not post but it will be presented at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bereavement&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Seminar&lt;/span&gt; which I was already scheduled to speak at this month. The subject has changed a bit and will cover loss from the perspective a veterinarian and an owner. If you would like to come please e-mail me for dates and times&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-5665035902825224166?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/5665035902825224166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=5665035902825224166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/5665035902825224166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/5665035902825224166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-has-been-very-long-time-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UTGDzMrluYo/RhpwM8ZWD2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/uc2RCG0-PIc/s72-c/Cody1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-5474321373778834935</id><published>2006-12-26T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:26:52.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Samson</title><content type='html'>As promised here are some pictures of my parents puppy: Samson the bouncy Jack Russell. It was hard to get pictures of him since he spends most of his time bouncing but here are a few demos :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saturn49.dyndns.org:8008/gallery2/main.php/v/Pitel+Stuff/Samson/"&gt;Samson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-5474321373778834935?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://saturn49.dyndns.org:8008/gallery2/main.php/v/Pitel+Stuff/Samson/' title='Samson'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/5474321373778834935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=5474321373778834935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/5474321373778834935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/5474321373778834935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/12/samson.html' title='Samson'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-6597540182445185419</id><published>2006-12-18T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T15:01:00.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to Oklahoma</title><content type='html'>Most of the time we are so caught up in our daily events that we fail to stop and appreciate those  around us.  Last weekend, Nathan and I got that moment to stop a treasure our family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan flew to OKC last week for one of his quartely visits and their holiday party.  Things were going good throughout the week (despite the small leak from our water heater).  He was suppose to attend the party Friday night and fly home Saturday morning (with a JR puppy for my parents).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday at noon, Nathan calls me and says "I'm sick".  I expelled everything in my system at midnight and I have been vomiting every couple hours.  My tummy hurts.  (at this point he was laying in his hotel room).  I insist he calls a co-worker and goes to the ER for fluids.  After minimal balking I offer to call his doctor in Edmond (even though they were closed on Friday).  While I was making these calls, he calls a co-worker, who promtly takes him to the hopital where he proceeds to wait for 4 hours.  At the end of these four hours he makes a trip to the bathroom to vomit.  On the way out, a murse says...."You don't look so good man, let's bring you back and hook you up to fluids".  (insert sarcastic comment here -- well duh, he hasn't been waiting for 4 hours b/c he feels peachy keen).  At this point they run a blood test, ask him a bunch of questions.  The blood tests come back and they hurry him up for a CAT scan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point they come in and say they think he has appendicitis and they are going to take him to surgery.  ......Let's recap.... he is now by himself, in Oklahoma, about to have surgery to remove his appendix.    Nathan calls me around 6:30pm (as I am finishing up my day at work) and says I have appendicitis. I get emotional at this point, he is all by himself and who knows how good of a hospital he is at (in Oklahoma some of them can be pretty scetchy).  I tell him I will get there as soon as I can.  While I finish my last appointment, my boss runs upstairs and starts searching flights for that evening.  I soon go up to see what he has found.  At his point Nathan calls again and says his boss will pay for my ticket.  There is one direct flight out of O'Hare that I could possible make if I could make if I was dropped off right at the terminal.  A co-worker immediately offers to drive me.  Another co-worker offers to take care of Mason, Oscar, and the tortoises for the weekend.  With that said, I grabbed my coat and my purse and we were off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to O'Hare 30 minutes before the plane was suppose to take off, all was good. I get the gate and it is delays...what the &amp;$%^!!! I decide to call a friend from vet school who lives in OKC.  She assures me, it is a good hospital.  She knows the head nurse there and has had family members who have had proceedures there.  She says it is a teaching hospital though.  Then she offers to pick me up from the airport and take me to the hospital.  After we talk,I sit impatiently and start talking to an older gentlman next to me, who says it will be ok and tells me about what happen when he got his appendix and everything he remembers about it (which actually made me feel better).  I then talk to Nathan's mom.  Apprentely, he called and said he is having his appendix out in Oklahoma and hangs up.  She is very stressed, as am I after hearing another delay (due to a broken part on the airplane). I just want to get there before he wakes up.  It is now almost 1 1/2 hours later (I should be about arriving in OKC by now).  Another lady next to me says to call a speciall 411 number to get the number of the hospital to see how he is doing.  I get in touch with the hospital and after being routed to 4 different departments i talk to the recovery nurse who says he is just waking up.  (damn, I wanted to be there by now, he must be scared).  I tell the nurse to tell him I am at the airpot (although I failed to tell her what airport) and I would be there as quick as I can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortely after this, AA decides to give us a new plane but we have to talk to another terminal.  By the time we all get there, the check-in people are told there are people and weight retrictions (plus they have to fit on 6 AA employeed on this flight). They says the need 13!!! volunteers.  They get 10.  So they are going to boot off the last 3 people to check in (that would be me).  I go to the desk....and i freak out....I start crying and I say I have to get on this flight....my husband is in emergency surgery and there is NO ONE there with him.  Of course the AA employee doesn't care. But the kind people around me do.  One guy says I heard you on the phone...you need to get to your husband.  He says, please take my seat.  Another couple guys also offer their seats.  I am so grateful.... a random act of kindness from complete strangers.  I get on the plane and arrive in OKC at 1am.  Due to the long delay, I told my vet school friend I would take a shuttle.  I get off the plane and run towards the pick-up doors.  When I get outside (at 1am in the morning), I see this randome pitbull running around outside (welcome to Oklahoma).  I see him sniff a tree and I run over to an airport shuttle.  I ask the driver, do you take credit cards.  He says yes, but you have to wait a few minutes to see if there is anyone else.  But it was only me.  As we are driving out of the airport he says we need to stop by an ATM so I can get cash....WHAT!?!?!  You said you take credit cards.  No, only cash.  Great.  So we drive over to a 7 eleven and at 1:15 in the morning (not the greatest part of town) and i run in to use the ATM.  I come back and get in the car and I relaize he isn't there.  Five minutes later he gets back in.  (the only thing that gave me the slightest amount of comfort is when I heard him say he was making a stop at St. Anothony's Hospital on his walkie talkie.  We sat in silence until I got the hospital.  I threw him the $20 and ran inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to Nathan's room at 2am and he is resting quietly.  I am so relieved to see him. He shows me his incisions. We talk for a little while, I check the dosing on his IV antibiotics and fluid rate.  A very friendly nurse comes in and helps me make up a bed to sleep in.  And we fall asleep.  The student nurses come in every 2 hours to do a TPR.  A respiratory nurse comes in to show him to use this breathing toy thing.  Before meeting the doctors I got a call in the morning from my boss to see how everything was.  I was so tired that I was just talking and after a while I realized i had no idea who I was talking to.  Shortly after Nathan gets a visit from his boss and another co-worker.  In the morning, he orders some food from the hospital menu and we get to meet the student doctor and the surgeon.  Both are really helpful and take their time to explain everything to nathan.  They use the came critera for discharge as we do in vet medicine.  If you can eat, not vomit, urinate, and defecate, you can go home.  We around 1pm he is release from the hospital, with instructions not to lift/pull/push more than 5 lbs for 5 weeks and to walk alot to encourge the gas to work it way out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend picks us up and drops us back at the hotel. After a brief shower, we walk to an Italian restaurant so Nathan can get some bland pasta.  After lunch we realize the nurse was mistaken and there was no pharmacy in walking distance of the hotel.  So Nathan contacts a co-worker to drive us to CVS.  After getting back we take a nap and then get up to go have dinner with my vet school friend.  That night we some much needed sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning (my birthday).  I help Nathan pack up his stuff and I drag it downstairs.  Throughout most of that day, we get strange looks as I lug his heavy laptop/PS2 bag and his suitcase around while he walks behind me. After some lunc he see Happy Feet before heading to the airport.  At the airport we meet the JR breeder who gives us "Samson", an 8 week old JR puppy.  He is all calm in the breeders arms.  At security, we had to take him out of the bag and all the security people took turns hold him.  When we got to the gate, he decided it was time to play and started squirming (nothing a little Benedryl for the flight doesn't help :-D  ) .  So anyway, we made it home safe and sound.  Nathan is feeling much better! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Pics of Samson to follow soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-6597540182445185419?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/6597540182445185419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=6597540182445185419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/6597540182445185419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/6597540182445185419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/12/going-back-to-oklahoma.html' title='Going back to Oklahoma'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-366172967030603041</id><published>2006-11-20T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:48:00.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitel Bloopers</title><content type='html'>Log: November 20th 2006, It started one blistery cold Monday morning. The rents and his wife had taken off for a small day trip to Flemington. Grant was left by his lonesome......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan receives an IM from Grant. He is locked out of the house, without a coat, without a cell phone. He only had his PDA to sustain communication with the outside world. Nathan signals to me to call my parents to ask what to do. Dad picks up. He is in the middle of a business meeting but tells Grant that there is a key under the white flowerpot. Yes, yes indeed...to my surprise I find out everyone has their own version of the key under the bunny rabbit. I convey this message to Grant via IM. He is unable to find the key. A phone call to Dad, finds he is unable to assist any further and my mom appears to be MIA. Grant suggests calling his wife (at this point I am unaware she is too in Flemington). Sheryl is unsure what to do and needs to have a pow wow with my mom. A few minutes later my mom calls to save the day and to instruct Grant where the key actually was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we may feel sorry for Grant, outside in the cold without a coat. But there is more humor to be found in the story since this was not the first time Grant had locked himself out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story. 1. Wear a coat when you go outside. 2. Don't lock the door when you are just bumming around the yard. 3. Always have a PDA on your side if you are lacking a cell phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-366172967030603041?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/366172967030603041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=366172967030603041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/366172967030603041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/366172967030603041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/11/pitel-bloopers.html' title='Pitel Bloopers'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-3372957312788522249</id><published>2006-11-06T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:29:28.650-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar'/><title type='text'>Communicating with Mason and Oscar</title><content type='html'>Gee, has it been a month already. I will back-up and tell you about the move (along with pictures), the visit from mom and dad (this past weekend), paintings lots of things etc. But for now I am going to tell you about our experience with the Animal Communicator this weekend. A little background. My boss kept hearing these amazing experiences people were having with this "pet psychic". So as a skeptic she decided to take her dog to it and was amazed at what this communicator told her. So as a fun treat for the staff, they paid a portion of her fee to come and communicate with the staff's animals. So I signed up with Mason and Oscar (and took mom along).&lt;br /&gt;Here is what she had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain: Mason started telling her how much he was in pain. He was hurting in his left hip, left knee, right hock, and both wrists. He wanted to know if I could make the pain go away, if I could help him breathe better, and if I could tell him if it was going to get worst. At this point I am crying (heck, I crying about it at the moment). The communicator wanted to know what I wanted to tell him. I can't make the pain go away, I can't make him breathe better, I have tried and all I am left with his pain control. He said he wasn't ready to go quite yet but he would let us know when he is. For right now he requested to be outside more often and to have a window open to help him breathe. ** I am still digesting the first portion of this reading and I am not quite sure about how to feel about this lady. Obviously you can tell just by looking at him that his age is rapidly catching up with him. But I don't know what to think from here.&lt;br /&gt;Next the communicator, said he was talking about wetting his food and why it isn't done any more. At this point I look at mom who smiles at me. Mom use to always but some warm broth leftover on his food. He said he didn't mind the dry food but would like something wet on it from time to time. He then said that he likes his bed to be near the kitchen so he can see what is going on around him. The communicator&lt;br /&gt;said he was talking about window wells, that he was worried something was going to get stuck in them. This was a strange comment, b/c our new house has 2 uncovered window wells in the front yard. But I know he has wondered over there once or twice. He requested that I look in those wells daily to make sure no critter is in them. I agreed. The communicator then said she was getting images of some type of pink food -- like a salmon fillet. Mason wanted some salmon and wondered if I could give it to him. I said no, he could have some pizza. He said that would be ok but he really wanted salmon. I said that gives him gas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother - She said that Mason missed his brother, that he didn't know what happened to him. And wondered if there was another dog that use to live with us. I said he lived with 2 dogs in NJ before we left (but now that I think about it, it would have been Charlie who he lived with for 2 years and was very close to). Mason said he understood about Tippy but wanted to know if the other one was happy and well taken care of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason then went on say he knows he has to be careful about the carpet. Weather it meant the carpeted stairs or the carpet to Nathan's office in the last two apartments who knows. I went on to ask the communicator to tell Mason not to go upstairs b/c it isn't good for him. But he says he doesn't want to be left out and will still go up them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then got to ask questions. First I asked if he likes to stay at the animal hospital or he likes the pet sitter. He says he likes either one. Then I asked if he minded Oscar kneading on him. Mason said...is that what that is? No he doesn't mind since Oscar seems to like it. In the final thoughts of his session, she said Mason asked if he was going to be euthanized now. The communicator said, no remember you said you weren't ready to go, and he said oh, yea. So she said he had some dementia going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oscar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background. Oscar was in super curious mode the day of his communication. Just as we were about to begin with Mason, he decided to jump on the counter, knock her water to the ground along with some brochures. During Mason's reading he was jumping around the room, into the communicator's lap, looking at the window trying to catch bugs. With that said, on with Oscar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds of "communicating" with him the communicator said he is a very CURIOUS cat. He wanted to know where she lived, who she was, where she came from, if she could come visit him...etc. She explained to him in the communicator code who she was and what she was doing. Oscar said he was a very curious cat. He loves to run, and jump and especially swing from things. When he isn't swinging he likes to dream of swinging just like Tarzan. If he was a human he would be a trapeze artist. He said he has NO fear he will take on anything and likes to do so in front of an audience. He said he was smarter than the average cat and wondered if we noticed? (um, no). He said he wants to try more human food and would like it if we gave him small portions of our food. I said no. Then the communicator said he was VERY INTENSE about going outside. He needed to check things out and wanted to know if I would let him do that. I said on the next nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked "Are there bone fragments in my food?" "Those are things are bone fragments" " Are bone fragments good for me?" I said there were no bone fragments in the food. "Are you sure?" Yes, I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said he would like to have another cat (or small dog) to play with. But he was very insistent that this small new pet would like him. But he needed a playmate. Then he wanted to know what was wrong with Mason, is he ok, (insert more tears from me). I said no, we slow down as we get older and we love him and will keep him around as long as he wants to be here. Oscar was worried what would happen to him when Mason went, if he would be all alone or would get a new pet. That he was afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The communicator said he was talking about an aerosol can Nathan ("the man") had and wanted to know what he was doing, and what that can was. I said Nathan was spraying wasps. Oscar wanted to know if they would get into the house. I said no. Oscar wanted to know if he would see that can when we get home. I said sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the the question portion&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like the pet sitter or staying at the animal hospital? He said he doesn't like the animal hospital. He LOVES the pet sitter and asked if she was coming to visit. He likes her b/c she talks to him. &lt;br /&gt;2. Why do you knead on Mason? Well an animal that big should be a source of some nutrition. But it makes him feel good. &lt;br /&gt;3. Why do you like Nathan so much? I like the water it is a fun game. And I really like the bathroom. But I also like his belly. &lt;br /&gt;4. Why are you scared of the vacuum? He says its not clear but at some point there was something loud and blowing air on him on purpose. But he was out of it in this picture. &lt;br /&gt;5. Stay out of the bedroom and off of the counters. Why he asks? B/c no animals on the counters and Nathan is allergic to you. He says, how is that my problem? B/c it makes him sick. Well I am not going to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the animal communicator experience. And I know that pretty much everything she told us came from a fine-tuned skill in reading faces, emotions, the way we/our animals walk, dress ourselves, or seeing how they act in the room. I know she told me nothing new about Mason, heck most people choose to tell me what is wrong with him. But she said it in a way, like it was coming from him. Mason telling me he hurt, why can't I make the pain go away...etc. A cheap shot? maybe, a useful resource? maybe, and yet why does this truth I already know, still hurt so much? My brain knows better, my logic is swinging its arms wildly to pay attention - this lady is a quack, you are doing your best to keep him comfortable, this is a normal process of aging (add in all medical terminology here) you can't do anything to stop it, you know when it will be time. But my heart still feels like a dagger was put through it, when she said Why can't you make the hurt go away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-3372957312788522249?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/3372957312788522249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=3372957312788522249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/3372957312788522249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/3372957312788522249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/11/communicating-with-mason-and-oscar.html' title='Communicating with Mason and Oscar'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-5198716341134734429</id><published>2006-10-02T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:56:30.299-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Flea Market</title><content type='html'>I forgot to add the most important adventure from this past weekend. Nathan and I decided to venture over to the 7 Mile Fair ... aka a fairly large indoor/outdoor flea market. Since the olden days (ten years ago :-D ) I compared all flea markets to those in Florida (ie - Festival Flea Market and the Swap Shop). Over the years flea markets have seen a shift of the type of merchandise they sell. Originally flea markets were a place to sell your unwanted or homemade junk. A huge garage sale as you will. In the late 80's and 90's a flea market provided adequate choices of hair doohickeys, screened t-shirts, silver jewelry, and dried flowers. Nowadays the dusty aisles of your outdoor flea markets or the dark, cramped rows of your indoor flea markets are filled with audio equipment and car parts of questionable origin, mixed in with your $1 brown box shops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the the 7 mile fair which turned out to be an interesting change of pace. As expected we there was your fair share of auto parts and audio equipment. Certain sections outside even went back to the archaic flea market times by selling any type of tool or appliance that was covered with at least 90% rust. A few neat finds included some old Oscilloscopes, a radio flyer, and any tool you could imagine. But as we were walking we wondered into 1st the "food" section. There were live chickens and pigeons (and I believe ducks) stuffed into small cages fro sale. And for those who preferred them dead, yes, you could find your evening meal from the cooler next to these cages. Oh let's not forget about the reptile guy who was selling turtles, snakes, and yes even a crocodile. So you wonder around some more and happen into the dog section were you could buy your very own "designer dog" (aka mutt) for a sale price of $375-625. Just when you thought you were done we happened upon the pet avian section where could buy your pick of several parrots or small birds or hedgehogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we did even see someone leaving with the kitchen sink :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-5198716341134734429?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/5198716341134734429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=5198716341134734429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/5198716341134734429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/5198716341134734429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/10/flea-market.html' title='Flea Market'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-878201696907222603</id><published>2006-10-01T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:46:10.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>October 1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, it has been a few weeks but in my defense things have been insanely busy. But now they are slowing down and we can sit down and chat about a few things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week was my final Wilton Cake class. The assignment was to build and decorate a 2 tiered wedding cake. Well since it isn't really the wedding season and football is in full gear I decided to show my badger pride with a cake. Nathan played a significant role in its construction. I decided to start building this cake fairly late on a Sunday night not realizing that you can't buy a 6 x 6 pan in every grocery store. So using an 8 x 8 disposable tin pan, Nathan reformed it into a decent 6 x 6 pan. So on to the theme....WI Badgers. You can't have a badger cake without the "W" logo. Nathan took some cheap metal cookie cutters, unbent them, and rebent them into a W using the official specs of the logo as his guide. He did an amazing job not once but twice. While he was doing this, I had my own experience with marshmallow fondant. And I learned a few things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Don't leave marshmallows unattended while nuking in the microwave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- When disposing of exploded marshmallow goo, don't use your bare hands. It is hot and very sticky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lesson number three, remove lid to trashcan prior to disposing of marshmallow goo stuck to your hand, other wise your hand will be stuck in the trashcan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Rubber gloves are useful when making red or black fondant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the final product: (the rest of the photos can be seen at our website). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5160/1651/1600/S%202%20Final%20Wilton%20Cake%2010012006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5160/1651/320/S%202%20Final%20Wilton%20Cake%2010012006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5160/1651/1600/S%202%20Final%20Wilton%20Cake%2010012006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;I also posted a few pictures of our new house to the photo website. The closing is Oct 12th, so we should be able to take our time and paint some of the rooms and do odds and ends while we slowly move in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next weekend is the &lt;a href="http://www.reptileconference.com/htm_chi/show_main.htm"&gt;North American Reptile Breeders Conference &amp; Trade Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;. This show is being held in Chicago and most of the major reptile retailers from around the country are expected to be there. I am going to meet Grand and Sheryl there on Sunday and I will see about getting Harry a wife :-D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is getting a bit late so I am calling it a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-878201696907222603?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/878201696907222603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=878201696907222603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/878201696907222603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/878201696907222603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-it-has-been-few-weeks-but-in-my.html' title='October 1st'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-4085715063451872444</id><published>2006-09-11T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T16:40:48.510-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar'/><title type='text'>Monday Updates</title><content type='html'>I have a few updates for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Looks like Blogger has increased user friendlyness. So I took a little stab at playing with their new beta version.  Do you like the look?  Do you want your blog added to my links?  Does something look weird?  Comments welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This weekend I got "spoofed." Now.  thousands of people around the country have reieved e-mails from my domain name on how to "enlarge their penis".   And now I am getting a bazillion returen e-mails into my mailbox.  So let's take a daydream into Brooke's mind.  What kind of person can sleep at night knowing they are an internet spammer.  After several contestants competed in my head for the rights to trigger a mental image when I think of penis enlargement spammer the winner is....(drum roll please).... a 35-45 year old while male, with black greasy hair, sleezy eyes, skinny as a rail, sitting in the dark basement of his mother's house trying to pass the lonely night.  Enough about that, I am making myself nasous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Well we found a house!  Actually it was one we found a few weeks ago but now Nathan is on the bandwagon.  So we are making the offer today, trying to keep Nathan's words of wisdom in mind "Don't come to the negotiating table, being emotionally attached to the house".   We will just try to forget that yesterday we went to Menards and a furniture store to look at paints, curtains/window treatments, browse at flooring, and chat about small projects for the next 5 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You may not be able to teach an old dog new tricks but no one ever said an old dog can't teach you new tricks.  Mason is on Rimadyl for his arthritis.  He is doing wonderfully on it.  He gets his chewable pill (aka treat) after our morning walk and after he goes outside around 7pm.  Over the last couple days i noticed that every 15-30 min he wants to go outside,  when he comes in he goes to his Ernie cookie jar to await his medicine.  If you don't give him a treat he whines to go back outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Oscar has found a brand new place to sleep.  In our apartment we have a stackable washer and dryer.  We usually leave the dryer door opened a little.  Well if the there are clothes in there and the bell has just recentely went off, it is nice and cozy and this is where we can find Oscar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-4085715063451872444?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/4085715063451872444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=4085715063451872444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/4085715063451872444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/4085715063451872444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/09/monday-updates.html' title='Monday Updates'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-115731959407583225</id><published>2006-09-03T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:39:54.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake vs. Child.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/4Wilton%202%20Final%20Cake090306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/320/4Wilton%202%20Final%20Cake090306.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/1Wilton%202%20Final%20Cake090306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/320/1Wilton%202%20Final%20Cake090306.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This week I finished my second Wilton Cake Course.  My final project turned out as above.  I realize that I took some crappy pictures of the cake.  But despite my troubles with Royal icing (2 weeks in a row), I was able to produce a descent cake.  So needless to say this cake took me about 8 hours to make (over about 4 weeks).  I brought the cake into work (as I usually do) and placed it in the staff lounge.  Usually the cake sits there on display until very late morning or early afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on with the story.  So one of my client was paying her bill and had been allowing her 3-4 year old daughter run around.  Her daughter went into the staff lounge, saw the cake and with her grubby little fingers started stuffing my uncut cake  into her mouth as fast as she could.  When the front desk staff alerted her, that her daughter was doing this all she said was "She Loves Cake".  No apology, no discipline, no guilt. This story would have been cute and funny if...the daughter was taught a lesson or the woman apologized.  But instead you are left to wonder... Obviously the girl knew no better but instead of being told that is not acceptable behavior she now thinks it is OK to use/eat/handle(whatever verb you put in her) other peoples things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, a little more about our househunting experiences.  We saw several more houses (that were much closer to what we were looking for).  One house we saw, looked gorgeous on paper (and from the pictures).  The layout was perfect, the backyard was huge, and it was in a nice neighborhood.  Then we saw it in person.  Apparently some guy bought this house (built in 2005) when there was only the frame and tried to finish it himself.  The drywall was curvy, railings were loose to the point of breaking off the wall (not to mention the one railing that was a bit too short and lengthened with putty).  The beautiful granite counters put on the cheapest cabinetry you ever saw (not to mention that the inside of each cabinet contained several "extra" screw holes where he had messed up).  One side of the cabinet didn't quite meet up with the window the other side partially covered the window.  The beautiful wood fence didn't meet up quite perfect and where each fence section was suppose to align there was 20-30 screws and nails attempting to hold it together.  Outside, some siding was falling off, and the rest of it was put on crooked.  It was a shame, this house has soo much potential but at this point it needs to be striped own to the studs and be rebuilt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did however see two houses that I liked.  They were right across the street from each other in a cul-de-sac of a very nice neighborhood.  Both had great properties, nice kitchens, good layouts.  Nathan is concerned that their laundry rooms are in the mudroom (that is essentially a small hallway from the kitchen to the garages.  Once house would need the kitchen floor replaced and the interior would have to painted in colors that fit our style, while the other house didn't have a fence or a deck built on it yet.  But they two are definitely at the top of our list.  I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-115731959407583225?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/115731959407583225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=115731959407583225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115731959407583225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115731959407583225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/09/cake-vs-child.html' title='Cake vs. Child.'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-115671702408870995</id><published>2006-08-27T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T17:17:04.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/IMG_0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/320/IMG_0953.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally caught it on digital film.  Oscar has this very strange habit that I am seeing more and more.  He enjoys kneading Mason's manly areas whily sucking on his flank.  Is he trying to get milk out of him?  How do I help him understand that a 12.5 year old MALE golden retriever DOG can't be a mother to a CAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/IMG_0954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/320/IMG_0954.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I managed to finish Marley and Me this week (who needs sleep anyway).  I can see why this book was on the best seller's list.  Obviously there are going to be many people out there who don't "get it".  For for many of us with big dogs, we can relate to this book at various if not all life stages of Marley.  I found myself laughing and at the end (for the first time ever in a book) I found myself crying.  I am glad I am not the only one dreading the day I need to say good bye to my long time companions.  But the book helps remind you how much our animals can teach us.  I highly recommend it for anyone who has ever owned a big dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-115671702408870995?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/115671702408870995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=115671702408870995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115671702408870995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115671702408870995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-finally-caught-it-on-digital-film.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-115628827769650298</id><published>2006-08-22T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T18:11:17.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taunting Crabs Gone Bad</title><content type='html'>This is too funny (if you know Grant) not to clue the public into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmZZhth_5Vk"&gt;Pitel vs. Crab Round 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-115628827769650298?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/115628827769650298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=115628827769650298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115628827769650298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115628827769650298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/08/taunting-crabs-gone-bad.html' title='Taunting Crabs Gone Bad'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-115613070574505599</id><published>2006-08-20T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:25:05.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Househunting adventures Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Househunting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend our realtor took us on our 1st home viewing marathon. The first outing was meant for Nathan and I to get a feel for what we want and for our realtor to get a feeling of what we like. So we saw an interesting combination of houses. The first house proved some important points to keep in mind when selling a house.&lt;br /&gt;1. If you are selling your house have your teenage son take down all of the posters of swimsuit models he has posted to his walls and ceiling. I can really tell you what that room looked like but I remember the multitudes of posters.&lt;br /&gt;2. You want to give an impression that rooms are bigger than they are. This image isn't conveyed if your children's toys are spewd all over the floor. I hope I didn't break any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lessons from the other houses.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't show potential buyers around the house. That is what the realtor is for.&lt;br /&gt;4. Musty and moldy smells are not inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. The first house wasn't too bad but like another house we saw later on it was in one of the many lake neighborhoods. They neighborhoods are made up of summer homes and permanent homes. So you could have a nice home right next to a run down boarded up cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second house.... on paper this house looked great. Newly remodeled, a lot of square footage, view of the lake, fenced yard, etc. When we got there is was moving day for the family and there where 6-8 kids swarming around the house like bees to nectar. Walking around the house our realtor points to a cabinet in the butler's pantry. Something ain't right. It is crooked. Interesting. On further inspection of the greatroom, the whole room was taller than the rest of the house by several inches. Interesting...what small differences in measuring can do. Oh, and let's not forget that the owners accidentally locked us out on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third house....Walk into the house and a funky smell. The house has been vacated but what is that smell. As we go into the basement.....standing water. I think the room with the standing water was suppose to be an additional family room b/c it had a formal fireplace. Further inspection of the basement revealed a small home business complete with cubicles and a receptionist corner. But let's not forget the mold growing out of the walls. The only good point is that is had a bright lime green toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth house. A beautifully landscaped property that backed up to a conservatory. The house wasn't quite our style and we weren't horrible excited about the confederate flag we saw flying next door or the porn shop two doors down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the forth house. This house was nice. It had a beautifully remodeled kitchen, a nice big backyard with a screened in porch, nice neighbor's with lake access, a beautiful fireplace. The only negative is that the bathrooms were really small and very 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned for more house hunting adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a scare a couple of weeks back with Mason. He got to the point where we could hardly walk and wasn't eating very much. Let me tell you one thing. At this point invested emotions don't mix well with a scientific history. I just began thinking of all the horrible things that he could have, completely ignoring the obvious of arthritis. A few tears and a couple of deep breaths later I started him on an anti-inflammatory and he is feeling much better. He began eating, nibbling, wanting to go on walks, and being frisky. His breathing is mildly improved but he still has his good and bad days with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAMILY OUTINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, Nathan and I flew to NJ and drove up to Seneca Lake with my parents and Adam to spend a couple of days with my mom's side of the family at their lake house. It was an absolutely beautiful day. The heat wave had broke the day before, the sun was out, and there was a nice breeze. But the best part is, is that despite the fact I haven't seen any of them in 2 years there is never any of the awkwardness that you generally feel at other types of family gatherings. You just jump right in and begin where you left off like it was yesterday. Go to the photoweb page to see a selected collection of pictures from that weekend. The little boy in alot of the pictures is Bryston -- Holli and Jason's little guy....he is so photogenic that I couldn't help but snap a few shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Odds and ends I thought I would post from last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woofstock. Each year the humane society here in Kenosha hosts a festival called woofstock as their main fundraiser. Sponsors throughout the county buy these fiberglass dogs and cats from &lt;a href="http://cowpainters.com/unpainted_categories/catsanddogs.html"&gt;Cow Painters in Chicago&lt;/a&gt; and has a volunteer paint them. These sculptures are then displayed downtown for about 60 days leading up to &lt;a href="http://www.woofstock.info/"&gt;Woofstock&lt;/a&gt;. On Labor Day weekend the dogs and cats are auctioned off. I thought it would we really cool to do a photo decopage thing on one of these animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished the quilts for Baby Wood (could be a girl or boy --- only I know, hew hee I am keeping my secret as promised Holli) and Baby Amelia. They aren't perfect but I am slowly getting better. I know I need to master the whole binding issue next. The binding is currently taking me way too much time and turning out way too crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.darwinawards.com/"&gt;Darwin award nominee&lt;/a&gt;: A few weeks ago, a man was driving on a very busy highway (that runs from Chicago to Milwaukee)on his motorcycle. While driving along, he has an attack of road rage and feels the need to "get back" at the car (yes this is an important detail...car) that initiated this rage by rear ending him. Needless to say his motorcycle hit the car and he went flying from the bike and landed on the road. If he wasn't dead by this point, then I hope for his sake he went quickly after being run over by the semi truck he landed in front of. Lesson learned: Motorcyle + Road rage + rear-ending car does not = progression in evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEMA is still on hold. I am applying to being in the veterinary portion of FEMA but I am stuck at the proof of vaccination portion. It is a slow process to offer help in a time of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cool, I just got a picture of Oscar kneading Mason's manly areas while suckling his thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. This is long enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-115613070574505599?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/115613070574505599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=115613070574505599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115613070574505599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115613070574505599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/08/househunting-adventures-part-1.html' title='Househunting adventures Part 1'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-115422775722096068</id><published>2006-07-29T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:52:38.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings in the month of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a warning....this blog has not been proof read b/c I am lazy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month I look Wilton Cake Decorating Course 1 which is being taught by one of the staff member at the hospital I work at. It is a series of 4 classes. The first class went over the basics of making the cake and icing. The second class we learned how to make stars and write with icing. For my first cake (which was a caramel, coconut, pecan cake --delicious!) I decided to free draw a frog onto my cake (using a coloring page as a visual reference) Here is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn well since I am having trouble inserting photos here is the link to the cakes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saturn49.dyndns.org:8008/gallery2/v/BrookeCraftSection/Cakes/1Wilton+I+Class+2072906.jpg.html"&gt;Course 1: Class 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week's class we started learning how to do figure piping and rose making. The figure piping involved making clowns. For me, that was not going to happen. So I attempted to make sheep and Oscar the Grouch instead. During the flower making I kept saying how my icing was melting (a problem I had the previous week as well). Well as it turns out, when you substitute 1 cup of butter for 1 cup of Crisco you must decrease 6 tsp of liquid to get the same consistency. Otherwise instead of working with stiff icing that holds, you are working with melted icing like me. So as a result I did not take pictures of this week's homework due to the icing disaster. But there is next week (the final week of Course I). I will be continuing on to Course II next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got a pretty good start on my book list posted on an earlier blog. I have read My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult, Drowning Ruth -- Christina Schwarz , The Secret Life of Bees -- Sue Monk Kidd. They were all very good and told a unique, page turning story. I won't go into too much detail but I will say My Sister's Keeper kept me up to the wee hours of morning several days in a row. I started it not really thinking it was going to be all that impressive but then I just couldn't stop reading it. The ending just threw me for a loop and caught me by surprise (which very rarely happens to me in books).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shedd Aquarium and Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam was able to visit us a few weeks ago. Because it was scorching hot we decided the zoo was probably not the best idea. So we headed to &lt;a href="http://www.sheddaquarium.org/"&gt;Shedd Aquarium in Chicago &lt;/a&gt;. A word of advice to those of you planning to visit this wonderful aquarium. There is a HUGE line to get in (a line in which you stand outside for an hour). So either you pre-buy your tickets online or you find a child (still needing a stroller) to bring with you. Either of these situations will place you in an alternate entrance. Anyway, this has to be the best aquarium I have ever been to and they did a fabulous job in offering something for every visitor to enjoy from toddler to the elderly. I had a great time attempting to get practice my "aquarium" shots using my digital SLR camera. With over 200 pictures taken, it isn' t as easy as it looks. The first challenge is that there is low lighting and you can't use a tripod or a flash. Challenge number two is that there is a thick piece of glass b/w you and all the fish. Challenge number three (and yes this is a completely separate challange) is that there are a bazillion children (and adults) fingering the glass as they pass by, leaving greasy (or sticky) finger prints on the glass. Challenge 4, those darn fish don't stay still even if you ask nicely. Anyway I got a small handful of respectful pictures and they can be found on &lt;a href="http://saturn49.dyndns.org:8008/gallery2/v/BrookeCraftSection/Photography/"&gt;our picture website&lt;/a&gt;. The main secret I can share (which I saw on a few tutorials) was to take along a rag to wipe the finger marks off. Use a very, very low apeture setting. Hold your camera as close to the glass a possible. I used my pinkie and thumb to stabilize my camera on the glass. Be patient, fish usually travel in the same pattern over and over again. Ie. oooh! look a rock.......oooooh! look a plant......oooooh! look a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the summer edges on Mason's excessive panting has started to get worst with a small wheezing component to it. At this point I don't believe surgery is an option to "tie-back" one of this laryngeal folds (since it isn't always curative and it is not a trivial surgery). I have done some research to see what else I can do to make him more comfortable. The main recommendation seems to be (for non-surgical canidates) to invest in a good air conditioner and allow no exposure to the heat (in addition to watching for aspiration pneumonia). There were a couple of other suggestions as well. One was to try steroids to get the inflammation in the airways down and the second is to use a drug to try and open up the lower airways a bit more. So in a desperate attempt to make Mason feel a little better I have put him on these two drugs. First there has been no improvement. Second (even though I have him on a very very low dose of steroids) he is drinking water non-stop, has been trying to get me to feed him more than twice a day, and his peeing like a race horse. I have found a pee stain on our carpet. For those of you who know Mason, he would rather pass out than pee in the house. He hasn't peed in the house in 12 years. So forget the steroids...I have already begun to taper them and I will finish up the other useless drug as well. I have also notice that he now has Horner's syndrome (a condition in which the eyes look sunken into the sockets more than usual). However, only in male golden retrievers between the ages of 9-13 is there a breed predisposition for this. On the good side, he still loves to go on his small walks, get pet by all the blondes, and nibble on his stuff animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Oscar. This morning when I got up I remember seeing Oscar hanging around in the living room. Before I got my shower (while in my robe) I let Mason out for a quick pee. After he came back in I was surprised not to see Oscar. I looked briefly around the apartment and even peeked outside, No Oscar. After my shower I feed Mason and No Oscar. Now i was slightly concerned b/c that cat is front and center when it is feeding time. I looked really well in the bedroom and No Oscar. So I throw on some clothes and take Mason for his walk. I walk outside and I see a little fuzzy orange kitty on the porch next door, just perched there enjoying the sun. It was Oscar. I am glad he didn't run away too far but I am still trying to figure out how he got outside without me seeing him. Goof ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am getting tired...here is a reminder to myself what to talk about next time: Mortagages, House hunting, quilting, FEMA, possible Darwin award nominee from Kenosha, woofstock, tailgates, upcoming photo, sewing classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-115422775722096068?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/115422775722096068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=115422775722096068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115422775722096068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115422775722096068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/07/happenings-in-month-of-july.html' title='Happenings in the month of July'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-115258835361295510</id><published>2006-07-10T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:25:53.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts and Comments for the Week</title><content type='html'>1. While Grant and Sheryl where here we got to talking about the "standard" appearance in which geeks typically tend to conform to over time. Take a minute and think about all the geeks you know. Are the generalities in their appearance? Here is what we all came up with:&lt;br /&gt;- Long (stringy and/or greasy) hair&lt;br /&gt;- An attempt to grow facial hair that just turns out like uneven hair blotches on the face.&lt;br /&gt;- Jeans and an old t-shirt (an added plus if it relates to a game or computers)&lt;br /&gt;- Either tall and skinny as a stick, or shorter and around in the middle&lt;br /&gt;- If they are of Caucasian descent: skin so white that it hurts your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you know that it is considered "taboo" to have a baby shower in the Jewish faith? It it thought that a baby shower may arouse the "evil" spirits and give your baby bad luck. The most superstition of parents to be won't even mention the name of their new one to family or friends until after the birth. I learned this today from my mom before I sent out the quilt I finished for Baby Bell. But after all the work I did on it (even though it isn't perfect -- still learning) I just wanted to get it out the door and especially out of reach of Oscar (who will find anyway possible to sit on any quilt I make). Pics to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Speaking of Oscar. Over the last week and a half we have had 3 sets of people who have slept in our living room. Every morning I asked how they slept and if Oscar cuddled with them. Everyone of them said they heard lots of noise in the kitchen overnight. What would be really interesting is to set up a camera overnight and watch what Oscar does. Or perhaps we really don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At work we were all split into team to redo an exam room for $200. After some brainstorming my team decided to go with a jungle theme. One of the things I definitely wanted to do was add new seating in the exam room. Right now there is 1 beat-up wood chair. My original plan was to make a built-in corner bench with storage and jungle themed cushions that could attach to the wall. But while Nathan and I were in Menards, Nathan once again pointed out reality to me. A bench like that would cost at least $100 to build....which wouldn't leave us with enough money to do the rest of the room.&lt;br /&gt;So today, I came up with a budget for 3 different plans to the room: All 3 scenarios include a refinished seat of some sort from a rummage/estate sale, a coat of primer paint, and a parrot clock from eBay. One idea from a team member was to do a mural on the wall (if she can get her friend to do it b/c none of us are decorative painters). However with this idea we could afford only 6 1-quart cans of acrylic paint. Another idea would be to have a digital mural (VERY LARGE POSTER) printed up. The final idea (sugg. by Adam) was to &lt;a href="http://homokaasu.org/rasterbator/"&gt;rasterbate&lt;/a&gt; an image. What does rasterbate mean? Well it is basically a technique in which a large image is printed on several to many pieces of paper that can then be taped, mounted, or framed to form a very large poster. So I will keep you updated on the progress of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Just a reminder to myself to decide what to write about my new nemesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my...it is getting late. Time to hit the sack. Have a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Outlook and my cell phone had it out a few weeks ago and I lost some of my addresses and phone numbers. If you remember can you e-mail me with your current info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-115258835361295510?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/115258835361295510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=115258835361295510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115258835361295510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115258835361295510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-thoughts-and-comments-for-week.html' title='Random Thoughts and Comments for the Week'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-115073877733548460</id><published>2006-06-19T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:39:37.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This weekend, Nathan and I headed to Madison to visit Cameron.  Upon getting there he introduced us to his roomie's foster kitties.  She is fostering them for a couple of weeks, to get them socialized and used to people before they are "fixed" and adopted out to new homes.  Take a look at the precious faces: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://saturn49.dyndns.org:8008/gallery2/v/Other-Main/FosterKitties_001/"&gt;http://saturn49.dyndns.org:8008/gallery2/v/Other-Main/FosterKitties_001/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Then we headed up to Nathan's parents house so that Nathan could play golf with his dad on father's day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Arg...I guess I am not really in the writing mood so I will end  it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/13530152-115073877733548460?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/115073877733548460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=115073877733548460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115073877733548460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115073877733548460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-section-this-weekend-nathan-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-115006048690719374</id><published>2006-06-11T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:17:30.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 11th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE SECTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This week I started my new job. They are breaking me in slow by allowing me to observe the hospital and all the inner workings this week. It also gave me a great chance to get to know everyone and to see what they do on a daily basis. I even got to see two routine appointments.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANIMALS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mason seems to be doing alot better. His limp has improved and is now just a little stiff into he morning. But he is enjoying the beautiful weather and loves to spend the majority of the day outside nibbling on his stuffed animals. Oscar got a little jealous that he was outside and has started going on on a leash in the evenings. Oscar even made a new friend.....a young Labrador puppy a couple of doors down. They are both about the same size (which won't last long) but they have a good time playing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN THE KITCHEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The day before I started work I got my new Betty Crocker Cooky Book in. This is suppose to be all the best cookie recipes and so I was anxious to try it out. With Nathan's help we make these Coffee, raisin, nut bars. They looked so good in the picture but I was definitely disappointed in the outcome. They were bland and really chewy. I took them into work anyway but they weren't a big hit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CRAFTS, &lt;/span&gt;HOBBIES&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, AND MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I am working on two quilts at the moment. The top on one is almost done and it turned out better than my previous two quilts. I am slowly getting a handle on the whole precision concept. Now I will be working on the other quilt top before I add the batting and back to both of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I have also been playing with my new camera. I entered a weekly photo contest with the goal not to come in last. Luckily I succeeded. But I am in dire need of more practice. I also most disqualified since the photo I antiqued using Photoshop appeared like it had been scanned in but after a little explanation of what I did I was deemed qualified. But when I come up with some better composed photographs I will link them on here. This week's themes are 1. Indulgence (excess if the name of the game) 2. Frames.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-115006048690719374?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/115006048690719374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=115006048690719374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115006048690719374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/115006048690719374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-11th.html' title='June 11th'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-114850984309888316</id><published>2006-05-24T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:30:43.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First week in Wisconsin</title><content type='html'>After one week worth of unpacking what seemed like unless piles of boxes, I have finally made it back here to blogger to update the whole experience.  Let's jump back to last Tuesday morning -- Moving day.  Nathan and I had set up the air mattress in the family room for our last night in Oklahoma.  We were utterly exhausted and sore from loading the Budget truck all day.  But we had to stay up just long enough for Nathan to watch the West Wing Series finale and for us both to watch Gray's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As a side note -- part of me knew that Denny was going to die but it was still a sad way to end the season.   And let's not get into the poor portrayal of the veterinary profession...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to moving.  It was early morning -- still dark out and we were sleeping as well as one could on a air matress and the looming 14 hour trip.  But we were abruptly awoken by a **BANG** as Oscar fell out of some cupboard in the kitchen.  I turn around and see Oscar's eyes, completely dilated in the dark (this is his signal for warning us that he is in "on" mode).  As I shut my eyes I feel a wiff of air streak by my head and then silence.  I am too tired to be aware of Oscar's next move.  As I slowly fall back to sleep, I feel a chomp on my toes.  Yes, Oscar was awake and thus everyone else was.....I look at my watch and it was 5:15 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up and were on the road by 6:45am.  By this time Oscar had decided it was a great time for a nap.  Mason was nervous and I tried to calm him with a few pats on the head.  As we headed out of Stillwater, I radioed to "toothpick" in the truck  -- See ya Stillwater!  Four years ago when we drove out of Madison I was sad to be leaving the town but that day I was excited to finally be leaving Stillwater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midway through Missouri, I let Oscar out of his cat bag.  He soon discovered that the back window dash was the most excellent of places to catch the afternoon sunlight  and to watch all the trucks and cars.  And so there he stayed until 30 miles outside of Chicago.  My back window got several double looks and a few honks.  By the time we hit Chicago, it was after rush hour, it was dark, and people were driving like you were in the middle of a "Grant Theft Auto" game.  Of course this is when Oscar yearns to sit on my lap and take a nap with the occasional peaks out the driver side window when we approach tolls booths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:30 pm we finally reached our new home.  Luckily the hotel had a couple of extra non-smoking rooms that allowed animals.   Nathan went up the stairs ahead of me with the suitcase, litter box and pet food.   Mason and I tried to follow but he was having a hard time getting up the stairs and kept slipping.  While Nathan was trying to offer some advice, he lost control of the litterbox and pet food which went tumbling down the stairs  along with Mason.  I take Mason to the front desk and I ask if they have an elevator.  They do not.  Nor do they have a room on the first floor.  So we try another flight of stairs.   After alot of encouragement he finally made it up.    Nathan was still busy trying to sweep litter back into the box with his hands, obvoiusly well beyond amused at the whole situation.  Let's just say it wasn't hard to fall asleep that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, while Nathan still slept I slipped on a coat over my pjs and took Mason ot for a walk.  As Mason was walking around on the grass, I notice a little white dog in a semi barking his head off.  A few minutes later I see a man approaching me from the semi.  And he begins to talk, while he pets Mason.  He talks about his truck business, his love of collecting gems, and then about his own dog (in the truck) and how he gets in trouble in doggie daycare.  Then he asks me if I want to come over to his truck to see his dog.  A little memory pops into my head.  My mother said to be a couple of years ago as I was about to make a trip by myself: Now if stranger asks you if you want to see their puppy in their car...don't go... and I remember rolling my eyes pretty far back into my head and saying....mom...who would every say that.   But I disregarded her advice and walked over the the truck.  Yes I know, a pretty stupid desicion on my part but I am going to blame it on the lack of sleep and the lack of coffee.   I petted his dog and then decided it was really time to part ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that morning Nathan's parents and Cameron joined us to help unload the truck.  And later that afternoon Logan and Kristin arrived from Michigan and we started unpacking boxes.  We made a fairly good dent in the unpacking before heading to dinner.  We decided on this random little pub that was listed in the phonebook.  The food was fair.  Cameron ordered a grilled cheese sandwhich but really ended up with a grilled bread sandwhich with a pinch of cheese that couldn't be seen without carefully the inner seams of the sandwhich. For the rest of the week and weekend Nathan and I worked hard to turn an apartment full of boxes into our new temporary home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days after moving in Mason introduced himself to the piles of kids living in this complex.  I was so proud at how patient he was with all the kids who were a little overly excited at having a dog around that someone actually allowed them to play with.  Other than that he is so very content to sit in lawn and watch all the happenings throughout the day while nibbling his stuffed animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that everything is unpacked, I finally have a chance to play with my camera, order some accessories, and do a little scrapbooking.  I will put pictures of the final product up later tonight along with pictures of the new apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got a phone call last night from my new boss saying that my licensure has finally been approved and I can start work anytime....so we settled on June 5th.  That will give me a few days to head to NJ to cash in on my graduation gift (see previous posts) and to help my mom pack up my old room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-114850984309888316?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/114850984309888316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=114850984309888316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114850984309888316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114850984309888316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-week-in-wisconsin.html' title='First week in Wisconsin'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-114756722236564871</id><published>2006-05-13T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:40:22.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>Hello, if you haven't heard from my various ways of contact, I am finally a doctor. Who hoo!!! So I thought I would give you the highlights of last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my graduation dinner/lunch we ate at Kyoto Japanese Restaurant (which is a hibachi grill). Mom, Granny, and I were the first to arrive so we started the celebration right with some alcoholic drinks in souvenir Buddha cups. Here is a picture of Granny sipping out of Buddha's belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="393" alt="" src="http://saturn49.dyndns.org:8008/gallery2/d/5545-2/Camera+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also joining us for dinner was Nathan, my dad, Nathan's parents, and Marcia and John (my dad's cousin and cousin in law).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/Camera%20200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/320/Camera%20200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our chef for the night arrived right on time. Mom thought he looked alot like Owen Wilson. He dazzled and amazed us with his repitoir of cooking tricks. But I was impressed that he could crack and egg without little pieces of egg shell falling into the goo (a skill I am still trying to Master). &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/320/Camera%20205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who could end a good hibachi meal without the flaming onion?! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/320/Camera%20211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was next back to the house so that Mom could iron my gown one last time and then we scadaddled off to the gradation which had been moved ahead to 6:30pm due to Pres. Bush's commencement speech earlier that morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came the usual graduation rituals...group picture, walking into the stadium, speaker talking, walking on stage, and shaking a bazillion hands, receptions, pictures with friends. Pictures can be seen at our photo site.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then back to the house for CAKE! Now the following cake is a Nathan and Brooke creation. Nathan baked up a strawberry cake -- using a bunt cake and some muffins. I was incharge of icing the whole thing (which turned into a green mess but turned out pretty good). Not too bad considering this is my second cake that I made. But I couldn't have done it without the inspiration of &lt;a href="http://www.cakecentral.com/modules.php?name=Forums&amp;file=profile&amp;amp;mode=viewprofile&amp;u=21621" target="_blank"&gt;srmaxwell&lt;/a&gt; on Cake Central.com. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/Camera%20245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/320/Camera%20245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/Camera%20243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/320/Camera%20243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now to the best part! The presents. I received a very cute snowglobe from Marcia and John and some very generous monetary gifts from various family members. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From my parents I received the following letter: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special Graduation Gift &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr. Brooke Pitel Lewis&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"ONE SHOPPING SPREE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rules for redemption:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. All Wal-Mart clothes must be burnt beyond recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. New clothes will have limited animal images and NO cat images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. All shopping much be done with the expert advice of recipient's mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. All purchases will be made regardless of whether or not the item is on sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. All purchases shall be made at fine East Coast stores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Shopping at Wal-mart, Target, and Costco is strictly forbidden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So look out NJ here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And finally it was time for me to open Nathan's gift. Now a little background history. For the last couple of years I have been slightly hinting (ok fine often begging) for an SLR digital camera. Two weeks before graduation I opened the study door (which is NEVER shut) to find a macro lens on Nathan's computer screen. Ok...back to Saturday. Nathan went to the garage, rummaged through some of our boxes and brought in a box labeled chess stuff and statues, cut open the box to reveal a smaller box that was the perfect size of a digital camera. But I have been so busy with the packing this week I haven't gotten much of a chance to play with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So that is about it for graduation day. Most of this week has been spent packing. We are down to the bare bones. Bed, TiVo, my computer. Oscar can't figure out what happen to his pink lounge chairs, and then his lounge bed by the window, then the shelf next to the window, or his towel next under the sink. Mason won't stay outside for too long for fear of being left behind. But anyway the big travel day is on Tuesday! I guess I will write you from Wisconsin :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-114756722236564871?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/114756722236564871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=114756722236564871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114756722236564871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114756722236564871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/05/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-114625260017601809</id><published>2006-04-28T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:33:52.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain go away</title><content type='html'>Lots of random thoughts to fill the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and I rented an apartment in Pleasant Prairie, Wisconsin and with Adam's help we plan to move on May 16th. We got a 6 month lease at the Hidden Oaks apartments.&lt;br /&gt;If you have the inclination to check it out got to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blakecapitalcorp.com/htmdocs/search/apartments_hidden_oak"&gt;Hidden Oaks Apartments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good points are that it is about 1 mile from where I am going to work. It is close to Woodman's, the highway, and Target. Our particular apartment over looks the pool and playground so Mason will enjoying passing the day watching all the kids. Also they are allowing me to keep Mason there, although he is 40 lbs over their weight limit. While we were driving around we saw that we are about 2-3 miles from a Pick your own Strawberry farm and a Pumpkin farm. Since our lease is only for 6 months, we don't plan on unpacking most of our stuff. Marv is being nice enough to lend us a portion of his garage for storage purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to our garage sale. We had a "few" extra things that we didn't want to lug all the way to Wisconsin so Nathan and I put on our first gargage sale. I spent my day off yesterday, arranging things, and setting up. And here I am now sitting at the garage sale as we have our very first full day of rain in about 3 months. So today has been pretty slow but I am hoping tomorrow will be busier. But it is interesting to see what people buy. Nathan and I decided to price everything "cheap" -- most things are $1 or 50 cents. And there were a couple of big ticket items at $10. So great deals on everything. Do you know what the first thing to sell was? Mason's toothpaste and toothbrush (which is approximately 8 years old). I felt kind of guilty for selling it to the lady since I should have really just thrown it out. SO I threw in the doggie breath tabs for free. Later I had a retired bull rider visit and buy two pieces of my flea market jewelry. There is one thing I am determined to sell: Nathan's glitter experienence that he won at a dirty Santa. What is the glitter expierience? It is like a lava lamp but with glitter --a perfect decoration for a tween but not quite made for the 20 something computer scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back in time again. Last week I finally decided that Mason needed a dental. His breath had gotten to the point that it smelled like something died in it. I have been hesitant to put Mason under anesthesia again, since he crashed at the end of his mast cell removal surgery in 2002. But if I was going to have it done, I wanted to have an expert watch over him during anesthesia. I did all the blood work, no problems. I talked at length with the head technician at school (who is running both the ICU and Anesthesia departments and knows more about Anesthesia then anyone else at school). So her and Wayne (the senior student on the case) planned out a unique protocol for Mason -- so that he could be reversed very quickly if needed. Mason is exceptionally well during anesthesia -- which turned out to be a 3 hour procedure. He needed 3 teeth removed in addition to a set of dental x-rays, scaling, and polishing. The minute they turned off the gas he sat up. I have never seen a dog wake up that fast. Anyway, to make a long story short, I bought him new toothpaste and toothbrush and we are going to make an effort to brush his teeth everyday. Oscar on the other hand is not as fond of the toothbrush but we have progressed and I can brush about 1/2 of his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am finishing up my last rotation at an emergency clinic in Oklahoma City (the same clinic Mason spent a night at after his mast cell removal surgery). In general the majority of people take good care of their animals. But then there are those animals that come in with the most bizarre stories, sad situations, or in such bad health that you begin to wonder what their owners were thinking. But I guess the reality is that it isn't our job to figure out the owners. We are just responsible for doing what is best for the animal. I am however am getting alot of good practice on the ultrasound machine and I have even been able to diagnose problems in 2-3 animals just by practicing. Anyway, I will have some "amazing" pictures to show when they get e-mailed to me about an emergency that came in the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Days until Graduation!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-114625260017601809?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/114625260017601809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=114625260017601809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114625260017601809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114625260017601809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/04/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain go away'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-114507070175530155</id><published>2006-04-14T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:12:01.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Shhhh! Be vewy vewy quiet! I'm hunting duck butts! Hahahahahaha!”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.calvetsupply.com/ProductImages/petsupplyimages/pipsqueak%20duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ravens24x7.com/images/Elmer_Fudd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.ravens24x7.com/images/Elmer_Fudd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is that season again. Two days before Easter and we (hopefully with your help)will help in the hunt for duck butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What is a duck butt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affectionately named by Anne, orginally duck butt was adopted from Walmart. This became Mason's ultimate passion in life. He spent many hours each and every day nibble the butt (and yes, only the butt) of duck butt. Duck butt traveled all over the country with us. From Oklahoma, a short stay in TN, NJ, OH, WI, IL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Oscar came along, Mason taught him amount the special relationships with duck butt. Oscar soon acquired mini-duck butt and soon Oscar would carry it around the house, talk to it every night, and bathe it in the water bowl every early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why a new duck butt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a tragic ending to the love story b/w Mason and duckbutt. One icy Oklahoma night, duck butt was left outside and he froze. Mason conmensed on nibbling the following day and let's just say the end result was not pretty. Duck butt had to be buried in the trash can. Mason, mourned for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When is the best time to find a duck butt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after easter. All the duck butts are put on sale. Unfortuntely we have only Walmart here in town and I am worried that there will be a short (or no) supply of them. Here is where you come into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a few examples of duck butts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.calvetsupply.com/ProductImages/petsupplyimages/pipsqueak%20duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.calvetsupply.com/ProductImages/petsupplyimages/pipsqueak%20duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.calvetsupply.com/ProductImages/petsupplyimages/pipsqueak%20duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.calvetsupply.com/ProductImages/petsupplyimages/pipsqueak%20duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="200" alt="" src="http://www.calvetsupply.com/ProductImages/petsupplyimages/pipsqueak%20duck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.ebayimg.com/02/i/06/d7/87/21_1_b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="155" alt="" src="http://i22.ebayimg.com/02/i/06/d7/87/21_1_b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i9.ebayimg.com/04/i/06/bf/9a/d1_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="273" alt="" src="http://i9.ebayimg.com/04/i/06/bf/9a/d1_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So these are few examples. Note that they all have a rather large, pointy, back end. They come in many sizes and shapes. Colors don't really matter. But we are in need of a mini and a large duck butt (or a small stock pile of them).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here is your mission: Scour your Walmart, Meijer, and Target for these little fellows. Mason and Oscar are desparate. So your help is needed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E-mail me if you need my address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemurl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-114507070175530155?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/114507070175530155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=114507070175530155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114507070175530155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114507070175530155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/04/shhhh-be-vewy-vewy-quiet-im-hunting.html' title='“Shhhh! Be vewy vewy quiet! I&apos;m hunting duck butts! Hahahahahaha!”'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-114359448277026411</id><published>2006-03-28T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:08:02.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of March 28th</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt; well I am finishing up my last week here in Ohio.  This week is kind of in a state of choas this week with the Class of 2006 finishing up their last week in clinics and the Class of 2007 starting up (this is at Ohio anyway).  So upon my mom's suggesting I am going to take 2 personal days on Thursday and Friday to drive to Wisconsin.  Nathan is flying into Columbus on Thursday.  We are going to leave from their and drive to Pleasant Prairie.  On Friday we are going to visit a few apartments: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gormancompany.com/rent_search/mitchell.htm&lt;br /&gt;http://www.apartmentcities.com/wisconsin/d/hidden_oaks_WI.asp&lt;br /&gt;http://www.riverwoodapts.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the first one :-D How fun would it be to live somewhere that has all these art outlets :-D  But we will see.  &lt;br /&gt;On Friday night we are going to run up to Neenah and see Nathan's family.  Then on Saturday morning we head to Champaign to visit Grant and Sheryl (for Sheryl's b-day).  Then Sunday we race back to Okalahoma and hopefully get back before the kennel closes so I can get my babies :-D.  But Mason loves the kennel so much, I am sure he won't mind staying an extra night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is going to be 3 things I will miss about oklahoma.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fresh brewed ice tea.  You never have to ask a waitress/waiter if their ice tea is fresh brewed...it always is.&lt;br /&gt;2. My scrapbook store.  Not only do I like the products they offer (which are sold at reasonable prices), the great crops, but the owners are so friendly and took the extra mile to learn their customer's name&lt;br /&gt;3. The kennel.  Not only do they charge dirt cheap prices ($7 or so per night forMason), their facility is spot less, they  know me by name and they go one and on about Mason and Oscar :-D.  But the biggest thing is that they take Mason outside to play everyday (hence the reason he never wants to leave) and they cuddle with Oscar alot since he is one of the few cats who is taht friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am procrastination, cleaning out my car and getting ready for the trip back to Oklahoma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-114359448277026411?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/114359448277026411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=114359448277026411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114359448277026411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114359448277026411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/03/week-of-march-28th.html' title='Week of March 28th'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-114317069301590121</id><published>2006-03-23T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:20:09.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Books I want to Read - Version 1</title><content type='html'>This is a list of books on my books to read/listen to.  As I read them I will highlight them on the list.  All suggestions for good books are welcome &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saturday (Unabridged) -- Ian McEwan (CD Recording)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Saturday is a novel set within a single day in February 2003. Henry Perowne is a contented man — a successful neurosurgeon, happily married to a newspaper lawyer, and enjoying good relations with his children, who are young adults. Henry wakes to the relative comfort of his home on this, his day off. He is almost as comfortable here as he is in the operating room. Outside the hospital, the world is not so easy or predictable. There is an impending war against Iraq, and a general darkening and gathering pessimism since the New York and Washington attacks two years before and his children are now grown and making their way into this world as adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular Saturday morning, Perowne's day moves through the ordinary to the extraordinary: from an unusual sighting in the early morning sky to his usual squash game, and from trying to avoid the hundreds of thousands of war protestors filling the streets of London, to a seemingly minor car accident.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My Sister's Keeper (Unabridged) -- Jodi Picoult (Cd Recording)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Conceived in vitro, 13-year-old Anna Fitzgerald has decided to sue her parents to stop them from using her as "spare parts" for her older sister, Kate, who suffers from leukemia. After years of having her bone marrow and blood used to keep Kate alive, Anna now refuses to donate a kidney and strives for her own personal freedom. She hires lawyer Campbell Alexander to represent her, even as her own mother, a former civil defense attorney, fights her in court.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drowning Ruth (Unabridged)-- Christina Schwarz (CD Recording)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Winter, 1919. Amanda Starkey spends her days nursing soldiers wounded in the Great War. Finding herself suddenly overwhelmed, she flees Milwaukee and retreats to her family's farm on Nagawaukee Lake, seeking comfort with her younger sister, Mathilda, and three-year-old niece, Ruth. But very soon, Amanda comes to see that her old home is no refuge--she has carried her troubles with her. On one terrible night almost a year later, Amanda loses nearly everything that is dearest to her when her sister mysteriously disappears and is later found drowned beneath the ice that covers the lake. When Mathilda's husband comes home from the war, wounded and troubled himself, he finds that Amanda has taken charge of Ruth and the farm, assuming her responsibility with a frightening intensity. Wry and guarded, Amanda tells the story of her family in careful doses, as anxious to hide from herself as from us the secrets of her own past and of that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth, haunted by her own memory of that fateful night, grows up under the watchful eye of her prickly and possessive aunt and gradually becomes aware of the odd events of her childhood. As she tells her own story with increasing clarity, she reveals the mounting toll that her aunt's secrets exact from her family and everyone around her, until the heartrending truth is uncovered.&lt;br /&gt;Guiding us through the lives of the Starkey women, Christina Schwarz's first novel shows her compassion and a unique understanding of the American landscape and the people who live on it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Secret Life of Bees (Unabridged) -- Sue Monk Kidd (CD Recording)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Living on a peach farm in South Carolina with her harsh, unyielding father, Lily Owens has shaped her entire life around one devastating, blurred memory - the afternoon her mother was killed, when Lily was four. Since then, her only real companion has been the fierce-hearted, and sometimes just fierce, black woman Rosaleen, who acts as her "stand-in mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Rosaleen insults three of the deepest racists in town, Lily knows it's time to spring them both free. They take off in the only direction Lily can think of, toward a town called Tiburon, South Carolina - a name she found on the back of a picture amid the few possessions left by her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they are taken in by an eccentric trio of black beekeeping sisters named May, June, and August. Lily thinks of them as the calendar sisters and enters their mesmerizing secret world of bees and honey, and of the Black Madonna who presides over this household of strong, wise women. Maternal loss and betrayal, guilt and forgiveness entwine in a story that leads Lily to the single thing her heart longs for most.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Greatest Speeches of All Time (Unabridged) (CD Recording)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Includes these famous speeches: John F. Kennedy: Inaugural, "Ich Bin Ein Berliner;" Rev, Martin Luther king, Jr.: "I Have a Dream;" Franklin Delano Roosevelt: Declaration of War; Robert F. Kennedy: Democratic Convention; Richard M. Nixon: Watergate Tapes, Resignation; Ronald Reagan; Evil Empire, Berlin Wall; Harry S. Truman: Jefferson-Jackson Day Dinner; Gen. Douglas MacArthur: Farewell Address to Congress, Winston Churchill; First Radio Address as Prime Minister. Run time, 70:19 Also available as an Audio CD&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Millionaire Next Door (CD Recording)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In The Millionaire Next Door, read by Cotter Smith, Stanley (Marketing to the Affluent) and Danko (marketing, SUNY at Albany) summarize findings from their research into the key characteristics that explain how the elite club of millionaires have become "wealthy." Focusing on those with a net worth of at least $1 million, their surprising results reveal fundamental qualities of this group that are diametrically opposed to today's earn-and-consume culture, including living below their means, allocating funds efficiently in ways that build wealth, ignoring conspicuous consumption, being proficient in targeting marketing opportunities, and choosing the "right" occupation. It's evident that anyone can accumulate wealth, if they are disciplined enough, determined to persevere, and have the merest of luck. In The Millionaire Mind, an excellent follow-up to the highly successful first analysis of how ordinary folks can accumulate wealth, Stanley interviews many more participants in a much more comprehensive study of the characteristics of those in this economic situation. The author structures these deeper details into categories that include the key success factors that define this group, the relationship of education to their success, their approach to balancing risk, how they located themselves in their work, their choice of spouse, how they live their daily lives, and the significant differences in the truth about this group vs. the misplaced image of high spenders. Narrator Smith's solid, dead-on reading never fails to heighten the importance of these principles that most twentysomethings should be forced to listen to in toto.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Difficult Conversations: How to Discuss What Matters Most (Stone, Douglas) (CD Recording)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nobody tells you how to discuss the hard things. You may learn from your parents how to "play fair." You're taught that if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all, and a few other gems. But how are you supposed to know what to say to a boss who undermines you in a big meeting? What do you do when you keep having the same, but increasingly annoying, argument with your spouse? How about (my personal favorite) dealing with the noisy neighbors? Sometimes these conversations happen in a fit of anger, in which case not much usually improves. Sometimes we plan strategically with friends. Their advice, and our own ideas about how to broach difficult matters, come from experience, which is nothing to be scoffed at. But often we fret in nervous anticipation, stumble through a conversation, come away frustrated or fail to get the desired results. We are left to wonder: If we'd approached the issue differently, could we be better satisfied with the outcome?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Curious incident of the dog -- Mark Haddon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Christopher John Francis Boone knows all the countries of the world and their capitals and every prime number up to 7,057. He relates well to animals but has no understanding of human emotions. He cannot stand to be touched. Although gifted with a superbly logical brain, Christopher is autistic. Everyday interactions and admonishments have little meaning for him. Routine, order and predictability shelter him from the messy, wider world. Then, at fifteen, Christopher’s carefully constructed world falls apart when he finds his neighbor’s dog, Wellington, impaled on a garden fork, and he is initially blamed for the killing.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher decides that he will track down the real killer and turns to his favorite fictional character, the impeccably logical Sherlock Holmes, for inspiration. But the investigation leads him down some unexpected paths and ultimately brings him face to face with the dissolution of his parents’ marriage. As he tries to deal with the crisis within his own family, we are drawn into the workings of Christopher’s mind.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Until I Find You - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So begins John Irving's eleventh novel, Until I Find You — the story of the actor Jack Burns. His mother, Alice, is a Toronto tattoo artist. When Jack is four, he travels with Alice to several North Sea ports; they are trying to find Jack's missing father, William, a church organist who is addicted to being tattooed. But Alice is a mystery, and William can't be found. Even Jack's memories are subject to doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Burns goes to schools in Canada and New England, but what shapes him are his relationships with older women. John Irving renders Jack's life as an actor in Hollywood with the same richness of detail and range of emotions he uses to describe the tattoo parlors in those North Sea ports and the reverberating music Jack heard as a child in European churches.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Rule of Four by Ian Caldwell, Dustin Thomason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Princeton. Good Friday, 1999. On the eve of graduation, two students are a hairsbreadth from solving the mysteries of the Hypnerotomachia Poliphili. Famous for its hypnotic power over those who study it, the five-hundred-year-old Hypnerotomachia may finally reveal its secrets -- to Tom Sullivan, whose father was obsessed with the book, and Paul Harris, whose future depends on it. As the deadline looms, research has stalled -- until an ancient diary surfaces. What Tom and Paul discover inside shocks even them: proof that the location of a hidden crypt has been ciphered within the pages of the obscure Renaissance text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with this final clue, the two friends delve into the bizarre world of the Hypnerotomachia -- a world of forgotten erudition, strange sexual appetites, and terrible violence. But just as they begin to realize the magnitude of their discovery, Princeton's snowy campus is rocked: a longtime student of the book is murdered, shot dead in the hushed halls of the history department.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A Child Called "It": One Child's Courage to Survive by Dave Pelzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This book chronicles the unforgettable account of one of the most severe child abuse cases in California history. It is the story of Dave Pelzer, who was brutally beaten and starved by his emotionally unstable, alcoholic mother: a mother who played tortuous, unpredictable games--games that left him nearly dead. He had to learn how to play his mother's games in order to survive because she no longer considered him a son, but a slave; and no longer a boy, but an "it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave's bed was an old army cot in the basement, and his clothes were torn and raunchy. When his mother allowed him the luxury of food, it was nothing more than spoiled scraps that even the dogs refused to eat. The outside world knew nothing of his living nightmare. He had nothing or no one to turn to, but his dreams kept him alive--dreams of someone taking care of him, loving him and calling him their son.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The World Is Flat: A Brief History of the Twenty-first Century by Thomas L. Friedman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When scholars write the history of the world twenty years from now, and they come to the chapter "Y2K to March 2004," what will they say was most important? The attack on the World Trade Center and the Iraq war? Or the convergence of PCs, telecom and workflow softwares into a tipping point that allowed India to become part of the global supply chain for services the way China had become for manufacturing--creating an explosion of wealth in the middle classes of the world's two biggest nations (India and China), giving both nations a huge new stake in the success of globalization, but also flattening the world in a way that requires us all to run faster in order to stay in place? Has the world gotten too small, too fast, and too flat for human beings and their political systems to adjust in a stable manner?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The Shop on Blosson Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A Seattle knitting store brings together four very different women in this earnest tale about friendship and love. Lydia Hoffman, a two-time cancer survivor, opens the shop A Good Yarn as a symbol of the new life she plans to lead. She starts a weekly knitting class, hoping to improve business and make friends in the area. The initial class project is a baby blanket, and Macomber (Changing Habits), a knitter herself who offers tips about the craft and pithy observations from knitting professionals throughout the novel, includes the knitting pattern at the start of the book. Well-heeled Jacqueline Donovan, who chooses to ignore her empty marriage, disguises her disdain for her pregnant daughter-in-law by knitting a baby blanket. Carol Girard joins the group as an affirmation of her hopes to finally have a successful in vitro pregnancy. Alix Townsend, a high school dropout with an absentee father and a mother incarcerated for forging checks, uses the class to satisfy a court-ordered community service sentence for a drug-possession conviction for which her roommate is really responsible. Unfortunately, Macomber doesn't get much below the surface of her characters, and, although they all have interesting back stories, the arc of each individual happy ending is too predictable. The only surprise involves Alix's hapless, overweight roommate, Laurel, and even this smacks of plot-driven manipulation. Macomber is an adept storyteller overall, however, and many will be entertained by this well-paced story about four women finding happiness and fulfillment through their growing friendships. Agent, Irene Goodman. (May) Forecast: The religious overtones of Macomber's novel may throw some readers, but the author should attract her usual sizeable readership and pick up some fans of Chiaverini's Elm Creek Quilts series. Author tour. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The Widow of the South&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In 1894 Carrie McGavock is an old woman who has only her former slave to keep her company…and the almost 1,500 soldiers buried in her backyard. Years before, rather than let someone plow over the field where these young men had been buried, Carrie dug them up and reburied them in her own personal cemetery. Now, as she walks the rows of the dead, an old soldier appears. It is the man she met on the day of the battle that changed everything. The man who came to her house as a wounded soldier and left with her heart. He asks if the cemetery has room for one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an extraordinary debut novel, based on a remarkable true story, Robert Hicks draws an unforgettable, panoramic portrait of a woman who, through love and loss, found a cause. Known throughout the country as "the Widow of the South," Carrie McGavock gave her heart first to a stranger, then to a tract of hallowed ground-and became a symbol of a nation's soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel flashes back thirty years to the afternoon of the Battle of Franklin, five of the bloodiest hours of the Civil War. There were 9,200 casualties that fateful day. Carrie's home -- the Carnton plantation -- was taken over by the Confederate army and turned into a hospital; four generals lay dead on her back porch; the pile of amputated limbs rose as tall as the smoke house. And when a wounded soldier named Zachariah Cashwell arrived and awakened feelings she had thought long dead, Carrie found herself inexplicably drawn to him despite the boundaries of class and decorum. The story that ensues between Carrie and Cashwell is just as unforgettable as the battle from which it is drawn.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The Dead Beat: Lost Souls, Lucky Stiffs, and the Perverse Pleasures of Obituaries&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The New York Times comes each morning and never fails to deliver news of the important dead. Every day is new; every day is fraught with significance. I arrange my cup of tea, prop up my slippers. Obituaries are history as it is happening. Whose time am I living in? Was he a success or a failure, lucky or doomed, older than I am or younger? Did she know how to live? I shake out the pages. Tell me the secret of a good life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else can you celebrate the life of the pharmacist who moonlighted as a spy, the genius behind Sea Monkeys, the school lunch lady who spent her evenings as a ballroom hostess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dead Beat is the story of how these stories get told&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-114317069301590121?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/114317069301590121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=114317069301590121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114317069301590121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114317069301590121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/03/books-i-want-to-read-version-1.html' title='Books I want to Read - Version 1'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-114308080111352573</id><published>2006-03-22T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:42:44.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camelid conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://saturn49.dyndns.org:8008/gallery2/d/5514-1/100_1301_1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://saturn49.dyndns.org:8008/gallery2/d/5514-1/100_1301_1_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;This week I am attending the International Camelid conference being held at Ohio State. Yesterday I got to attend some of the labs and I wanted to share with you an incredible lecture I heard on Camelid Handling. Marty McGee, is a animal behavorlist who has spent her career understanding and teaching others about camelid behavior. Most of us (myself included) are under the misconception that a llama or alpaca's neck is a big handle that can be grasped easily when they are backed against a wall and held in place using your muscles. But I was blown away by how this instructor used her body language, the llama's body language, and very simple, discreet body motions to calmly handle these animals.&lt;br /&gt;Her website is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.camelidynamics.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.camelidynamics.com"&gt;http://www.camelidynamics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever had an interest in any sort of animal behavior, I highly suggest her book or one of her weekend clinics. You will be amazed on what a difference you can have on an animal's behavior by understanding how their minds work and gearing your handling around that. In case you didn't guess already, this lab got me really excited about llama/alpaca handling and behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I spent all day listening to lectures and the majority of them were really interesting. I won't go too much into that ....Medicine stuff. But there is 3 more days of the conference, so I will be up-to-date on all the llama/alpaca information. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-114308080111352573?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/114308080111352573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=114308080111352573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114308080111352573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114308080111352573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/03/camelid-conference.html' title='Camelid conference'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-114271220832127453</id><published>2006-03-18T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:13:40.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Random things</title><content type='html'>I have several very unrelated items to cover so instead of trying to find an imaginative way to transition b/w them I am going to take the easy way out and just make a list (my very favorite way to organize my life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Adam has outdone himself once again.  The engineering college at Bucknell has a yearly intercollegiate competition b/w all the engineering departments.  One of these categories is a film.  So who else would take on the Electrical Engineering film other than Adam.  It is his best film yet and due to the riots and rage that flared up when he came in second (b/c his department did not do as exceptional in the other competitions), the committee has decided to change the judging rules of the competition to include more emphasis on the film so that another such defeat will not occur.   To view this video go to: http://apitel.no-ip.com/myfilms.html&lt;br /&gt;The newest film is the last one listed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Congrats to Holli and Jason!  They are expecting a stork arrival on or around Oct 30, 2006. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Some of you may have noticed my blog is having some formatting issues.  I am well aware of this but I have been unsuccessful in trying to correct it.  If you want to offer your help I would be more than willing to accept :-).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am still in Ohio.  I will be here for 2 more weeks.  I am doing my Food Animal (Llamas, Alpacas, goats, and sheep) rotation.  They were kind of lacking on these types of cases this week and mainly we saw dairy cattle.  But we did get a client who brought in their 3 pet camels.  I took tons of pictures and I will put them up sometime next week.  Next week is Ohio's Camelid Confrence, so I will be assisting in many of these labs.&lt;br /&gt;   This weekend I am visiting Logan, Kristin, and Anya in Ann Arbor, MI.  Last night, despite getting loss getting out of Columbus, getting a speeding ticket on a side highway (where I realized Ohio's side-highway speed limit is 55mph and not 65mph) from a young guy whose hat barely fit on his head, then following a detour from an "old" detour sign they forgot to take down and ending up in the middle of no where, I was more than happy to end up in Ann Arbor.  I will let you know how it goes.  All I know is that it was very refreshing to get a good night's sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-114271220832127453?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/114271220832127453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=114271220832127453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114271220832127453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114271220832127453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/03/lots-of-random-things.html' title='Lots of Random things'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-114149149019595471</id><published>2006-03-04T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T10:58:10.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies?</title><content type='html'>For those of you who asked if I was pregnant or if I was going to be pregnant soon, and yes there was more than a couple of you who addressed the question in the last week..... no, I am not pregnant and it isn't likely in the near future.  Sorry for the disappointment.  However we got news this week that my cousin Jenny is going to be having a girl.  Congrats Jenny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-114149149019595471?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/114149149019595471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=114149149019595471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114149149019595471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114149149019595471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/03/babies.html' title='Babies?'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-114097954979848815</id><published>2006-02-26T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T12:45:49.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates about Brooke</title><content type='html'>Hello ALL family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can call this a late holiday letter, a belated Valentine's hello, or just a late Saturday night in which I got some time to up date you all on what I have been up to since oh....Thanksgiving.  This may be long, so grab some popcorn and a diet Dr. Pepper and lets get started :-D and go back to December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days before my birthday I took one final test, what my whole veteriary education had lead up to.  My national board exams.  Yes is was a 10 hour trivial pursuit of veterinary medicine.  I had questions from alligator vitamin deficiencies, to random pet bird disease, to the ever so common dilemma of putting a rapid cow into the food chain.  I was patient for ther results for about a month but as the score report dates become more and more delayed the anxiety of me and my classmates began to rise.  I had one vivid nightmare after another that I did not pass.  The day had come that I had to start driving to my preceptorship in Madison, WI and I still didn't know my score.  Well I am driving through the middle of Missori when my friend calls to tell me that the scores are in.  After a little encouragement from Nathan over teh phone, I decided to pull off the highway at an "interesting" fireworks warehouse and gas station (not a combination I would think was particulary safe but anyway).  I call and the lady told me I PASSED!  After thanking her and telling her I love her ( I was slighly emotional), I called Nathan and started bawling.  I had convinced myself I didn't pass and I just let out all my stress from the last 4 years or rather 26 years :).  I next called my dad at work and told him and my mom (and yes, I was till crying).  But it was an unbelievable feeling for the next 6 hours of driving I felt like I was walking in air.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped to stay the night with Grant and Sheryl and was greeted with 2 dozen roses from Nathan, dinner at a Mexican restaurant treated by Grant and Sheryl, and a big bouquet of flowers from my parents.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 weeks I got to go to Madison for a preceptorship at a small animal clinic.  For the first 1 1/2 week I got to stay with my friend Tami and her husband Sean in their beautiful house.  I was never lonely with their 3 cats, 2 labradors, and Weimerer puppy.  Then I went to stay with Cameron and his roomies near the capitol.  I think his apartment had the very best view in all of Madison.  A direct view of the lake from one window and a direct view of the capitol building from the other window.  Unfortunetly I couldn't get his roomie's Siameese cat to warm up to me despite the fact it spent one whole night staring at me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Madison I worked at Truedall Animal Hospital.  I was extremely impressed with how the hospital was run and the types of clients that it attracted.  I decided to use this practice as my standard of the type of medicine I want to practice.  They were nice enough to allow me to go out on interviews in the afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there I sent out 30 resumes and I was suprised at the large percentage of responses I got.  Of course with these responses I realized I was a little rusty on my Wisconsin geography because I had applied at a couple of places near Lake Superior.  But I braved it and started my interviews in the Stephen's Point area.  What to say about that?  It was an interesting expience and I learned what I don't want from a practice, but I was also disappointed that there are people that practice medicine that way.  I did end up canceling some other interviews in that area.    Ok, let's cut ot the chase.  On my second to last day in Wisconsin, we got a huge snow storm -- so severe that the University of Wisconsin canceled classes for the first time in 16 years.  But I had a gut feeling about an interview in Pleasent Prairie.  So I started out very slowly and I am glad I did.  So I end up at what i think is the right clinic (2 hours early) and go in to introduce myself.  All I get is blank looks, I verify that this is the Care Animal Hospital.  But the docs I was suppose to interview with didn't work there.  I said..."Well this is embarressing".  They try to help me out but I am a bit confused myself.  Luckily Nathan and his handy computer came to save the day.  He finally figured out there is another Care Animal Hospital south of Milwaukee, owned by the docs I was suppose to interview with.  Thankfully I was so early.  &lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the night clinic I walked in and it was beautiful and they were busy despite the snow.  The doc I was interviewing with was in surgery (an orthopedic one, which excited me).   After the surgery I shadowed her around to appointments and loved the cliente (they were all professionals and no one bargained prices).  The staff where certified techs and even after a very long day people were still having a good time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew...I almost fell asleep while writing, so i had to take a sleep break.  Anyway I am back now.  Anyway our personalities really clicked and they offered me a job after looking for someone for almost a year.  I officially accepted this week.  So where is this place?  It is in Pleasent Prairie, Wisconsin.  It is right b/w Milwaukee and Chicago, 6 minutes from Gurnee Mills Shopping and Six Flags :-D, 40 minutes from O'Hare airport, 25 minutes from Milwaukee International Airport.  A little history about pleasent prairie?  Well it use to be a very blue collar area until many of the factories closed down 10-15 years ago.  As these people moved away to find better jobs, more professionals started moving  since it is so close to 2 big cities.  Everything after that is history.  The population is growing very rapidly.  Want some more info on Pleasent Prairie?  Go to: http://www.pleasantprairieonline.com/   Nathan and I plan on renting an apartment for a couple of months until we can find a nice house to buy.  Of course it may be diffucult finding an apartment since many places don't allow dogs (but they do allow cats).  Anyway, my start date is June 1st?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about Nathan?  Nathan's company is making some major changes.  They hired a new CEO who has lots of experience of taking small companies and turning them into $50 million dollar companies (at which point he moves on to a new small company).  They just finished getting rid of some "extra bagagge" and are now in the process of hiring lots of people, a process in which Nathan has taken part in.  But through many resumes and interviews Nathan was able to sift through the applicant pool to find people with good potential.  Next month his company is moving into a new building in the Bricktown district in Oklahoma City &lt;br /&gt;http://www.bricktownokc.com/  his companies url is: http://www.amcat.com/   .  Nathan talked to his boss this week and he will continue to work for Amcat after we move via telacommuting (I think that is the right word).  That way he won't feel pressured to take a job that may not suit him in Wisconsin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so where am I now?  I am in Ohio for the next 6 weeks.  I am going a 3 week preceptorship with Dr. Dyce an orthopedic surgeron at Ohio State University.  I am having a blast.  I am learning how to do complete orthopedic exams, how to manage wound, and I get to watch some cool surgeries.  My second 3 weeks here i am going over to food animal and I am going to do a preceptor with Dr. Anderson, the world renound alpaca man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! let's not forget to boys.  Mason is doing great.  During my last rotation at Oklahoma state before heading up north, I got to do some more x-rays of him.  He is looking great.  He has a couple of small stones in his bladder but they don't seem to be bothering him at this point.  While I am gone Nathan and Mason are bonding .... Nathan is enjoying teaching Mason how to sit and stay :-) (keeping mouth closed here..lol) and Nathan got a new pooper scooper so they can pick up poop together.  Oscar is as good as ever.  He has a new friend that will come over for play dates every so often.  She hissed at him at first, but Oscar was patient and then they just hit it off and started playing.  Harry is also doing well....although he doesn't appreciate Oscar using his cage as a back up litter box now that his cage is next to Oscar's real litter box.  But we are working on htat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I forgot one more thing.  I found a Jack Russell dog for my parents.  Kelsey is a 2 year old Jack Russell that was presented to Ohio State with a broken jaw.  After a little investigation through radiographs and biopsies (to rule out cancer - which was negative).  The owners did not have the money or didn't want to put the money into helping her so they surrendered her to the Humane Society.  Well there was an intern who loves Jack Russells and immediately began to foster and nurse her until Dr. Dyce returned from England.  She fed her by a syringe and took her everywhere.  When Dr. Dyce got back he wanted to first see if it would heal well by herself.  But this week he was not comfortable with the stability of the healing process and wants to put a plate in.  He guarenteeed she would be normal after that.  The intern would love to keep Kelsey but she said it is really hard to find places to live when you own more than one dog.  So I have been keeping an eye on her this week to see if there is anything "wrong" with her.  She loves to sit on your lap and to find warm places.  Her favorite thing to do is be near people.  She is house trained and loves the trick "Bang bang" where she rolls over and plays dead.  She only barks when she has to go to the bathroom and will jump in your lap.  She is otherwise very healthy and likes other dogs.  So despite being a Jack Russell she is not spiteful and over engergetic like one. So she is going to become a Pitel.  The surgery is going to be covered by the school and she will be having this week.  So wish her luck :-D   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's building is really coming along.  They started putting the steal beams up this week.  Here is a link to some pictures: http://pitel.no-ip.com:8080/ira/main.php . The business is really booming and dad has had to rent some more space to handle all the orders.  For those of you who don't know, he is building a new facility in Flemington, NJ that will be 22,000 sq feet (I think).  We are all very proud of him.  http://www.magna-power.com/ Website compliments of Adam and Grant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan's mom also opened her new salon Salon DiAmici this past month and it is going better then ever expected.  Clients who left the old salon they use to work at due to the poor attitudes of the owners are now returning to Jan's new salon.  The vibe of the place has made a 180 degree turnaround.  We are also proud of her success. www.salondiamici.com  Webpage compliments of Nathan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant received his Masters this past fall and is now working towards his PhD.  Yea Grant!  Adam is doing excellent in school and is getting a great reputation in the engineering school for his film making abilities.  He made a very popular National Geographic type documentary on the behavior of the electrical engineer that I look forward to seeing on http://apitel.no-ip.com/myfilms.html  very soon (hint hint).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I am about done here.  I now I forgot things so sorry.  But if you still haven't had enough of us... go to http://saturn49.dyndns.org:8008/gallery2/main.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-114097954979848815?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/114097954979848815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=114097954979848815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114097954979848815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/114097954979848815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2006/02/updates-about-brooke.html' title='Updates about Brooke'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-113312224223848815</id><published>2005-11-27T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:10:42.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I am Thankful For</title><content type='html'>I know it is a couple of days after Thanksgiving but I still intend to remember the things I am thankful for.  So here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am thankful for Nathan.  No matter how frustrated or sad I have come home from school this year, he has always been patient and understanding through all my venting and sometimes even tears.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am thankful for all my family.  As my family continues to grow and we seem to spread out further and further, I am comforted to know that they are all healthy and safe.  I am thankful for the memories they have all given me and I hope they all know how much I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am thankful for my furry critters.  Despite Mason's extrodinary age, he continues to offer love  to all he comes in contact with.  Him and Oscar have brought joy to so many in this town  and they will not be easily forgotten.  I am thankful that Harry was found after getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am thankful for the fact I have made it so far in veterinary school when at one time the path seem endless.  Now I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I am thankful that I have the opporutunity to do crafts.  Without this outlet I fear intense burnout but instead get to express some of my own creative juices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am thankful that my time here in Oklahoma is almost comepleted.  At times it has been a rough ride but I have learned some critial lessons on the importance of education, tolerance of others, and acceptance of those who may be different from you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am thankful for my own health.  I am thankful for the gift to be able to walk with Nathan and Mason each night, to be able to see the world before me,  and to ear everyday sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I am thankful to live in a part of the country where I can express myself, have opinions, vote, and to have every door open to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-113312224223848815?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/113312224223848815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=113312224223848815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/113312224223848815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/113312224223848815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='Things I am Thankful For'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-113125178106516117</id><published>2005-11-05T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:36:21.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>Black Friday is just around the corner and so you know what that means!!!! SALES!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;strong&gt;Black Friday&lt;/strong&gt;?  Historically, Black Friday (the day after Thanksgiving) refers to the busiest shopping day of the year and the "official" start of the holiday season. So why is just a glorious day have such a dark name?  Well for most of the year, retailer's accounting books show no net profit and thus are marked in red.  But it is on this day they cross the profit making line and thus their books now show black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know where you can get in on these sales?  Keep an eye on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bf2005.net/"&gt;Black Friday 2005&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-113125178106516117?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/113125178106516117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=113125178106516117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/113125178106516117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/113125178106516117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-113065052565345806</id><published>2005-10-29T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:45:24.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Links to Pumpkin Carving Templates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/320/EPA080099.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/PA080099.jpg"&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;Why is it that every year around this time we have the strong urge to take a sharp knife to a large round veggie inorder to gorge out its insides and carve holes into the outside to reveal image that can be illuminated during that one special night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do we call it a Jack-O-Lantern?&lt;/strong&gt; Well at the risk of plagerisim I will just give you a link. It is actually an interesting story involving Stingy Jack and the Devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbanext.uiuc.edu/pumpkins/history.html"&gt;History of the Pumpkin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to find pumpkin tempalates?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pumpkinlady.com/pattern.htm"&gt;The Pumpkin Lady&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pumpkinglow.com/Patterns.htm"&gt;Pumpkin Glow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jack-o-patterns.com/index2.ivnu"&gt;Jack-O-Patterns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.masterpiecepumpkins.com/"&gt;Masterpiece Pumpkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halloweenpumpkins.be/"&gt;Halloween Pumpkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.extremepumpkins.com/"&gt;Extreme Pumpkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spookmaster.com/"&gt;Spook Master&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zombiepumpkins.com/"&gt;Zombie Pumpkin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://h71036.www7.hp.com/hho/cache/377-0-0-225-121.aspx"&gt;HP Activity Center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jack-o-lantern.com/patterns/"&gt;Original Pumpkin Carving Patterns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fabulousfoods.com/holidays/halloween/pumpplans.html"&gt;Pumpkin Plans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepumpkinfarm.com/jack/jackboard.html"&gt;The Pumpkin Farm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/sports2day/pumpkins.asp"&gt;Pumpkin carving template for sports fans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.firebox.com/?dir=firebox&amp;action=product&amp;amp;pid=1164"&gt;Templates from Firebox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://windowsmarketplace.com/Content.aspx?ctId=29"&gt;Templates from Windows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hormel.com/templates/template.asp?catitemid=120&amp;amp;id=991"&gt;Templates from Hormel Foods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alumni.nd.edu/commserv/pumpkins_all.html"&gt;Notre Dame Templates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://america.scientium.com/bush2004/polart/pumptemp.htm"&gt;Bush Template&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is getting late...More updates later.. Don't forget to set your clocks back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-113065052565345806?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/113065052565345806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=113065052565345806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/113065052565345806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/113065052565345806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/10/links-to-pumpkin-carving-templates.html' title='Links to Pumpkin Carving Templates'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-113004868189710878</id><published>2005-10-23T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T01:24:41.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing at the News</title><content type='html'>It is a little after 1am and I am trying to keep myself up so I can get on a night schedule for this week. Anyway, I just wanted to comment on a couple of articles in the news this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man sought to match Bird's No. 33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKLAHOMA CITY -- A man got a prison term longer than prosecutors and defense attorneys had agreed to -- all because of Larry Bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyers reached a plea agreement this week for a 30-year term for a man accused of shooting with an intent to kill and robbery. But Eric James Torpy wanted his prison term to match Bird's jersey number 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said if he was going to go down, he was going to go down in Larry Bird's jersey," Oklahoma County District Judge Ray Elliott said. "We accommodated his request and he was just as happy as he could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never seen anything like this in 26 years in the courthouse. But, I know the DA is happy about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me escort you back to the first 2 words of this article.  Oklahoma City.  I have to say, this fact didn't surprise me.  Of course it is a bit strange to pay homage to a member of a team that is oh..let's say 1000 miles away?  Pay homage.  Now let's remind ourselves what the definition is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Homage is generally used in modern English to mean any public show of respect to someone to whom you feel indebted&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  So let me get this straight.  So Mr. Torpy wants to public declare his respect (or probably obsession) for Bird by serving 3 extra years for a PRISON sentence b/c he shot someone.  Wouldn't 33 roses have accomplished the same thing?  Lucky for Bird, this guy will be indisposed for the lucky 33 years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  The next article...well it really isn't an article it is just my reaction to a segment on CNN after the Washington bomb scare on Friday.  The reporter explained a few of the following details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"claimed he was best friends with the president," &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also mentioned something about how spiderman was after him and some other really off the wall stuff.  Now what was really funny is that the reporter said it with a straight face.  Not even a grimace.  That is impressive, b/c I was laughing pretty hard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think my brain is beginning to go into "sleep" mode so I am off to get a caffeinated product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-113004868189710878?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/113004868189710878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=113004868189710878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/113004868189710878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/113004868189710878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/10/laughing-at-news.html' title='Laughing at the News'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-112991807530148062</id><published>2005-10-21T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T13:07:55.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/FE/FER/fernandabrazil/1129914841_ney_castle.gif" border="0" alt="disney or caribbean"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Disney or the Caribbean !&lt;br /&gt;You love to have fun, meet new people and things&lt;br&gt;like that... for you the trip must be really&lt;br&gt;fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/fernandabrazil/quizzes/Where%20should%20U%20go%20on%20vacation%20%3F(with%20pics)/"&gt; Where should U go on vacation ?(with pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-112991807530148062?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/112991807530148062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=112991807530148062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112991807530148062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112991807530148062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/10/disney-or-caribbean-you-love-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-112985769242040620</id><published>2005-10-20T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:21:32.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acorns and ICU</title><content type='html'>Mason has been limping for a week and didn't seem to get any better.  Historically, Mason isn't the most graceful dog and occasionally sprains something a limps for a few days.  But I never saw him lick the top of his paw like he was now doing.  I applied different types of pressures to his paw and moved it in all these directions and he elicited no pain...hmm, that was strange.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school I brought this issue up and one of my classmate suggested that I really put my fingers up under his pads b/c goldens in Oklahoma tend to get things stuck up there.  Ok.  So when I got home after 12 that night I felt up in his pad and he tried to pull away as though it was painful.  When I pulled my figure out I smelled a Staph. infection.  So something was up, but I couldn't see with the light in the family room or without shaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night Nathan brought him up to school while I was on my ICU shift.  We lifted him on the table and I shaved all the long airs off.  I still couldn't see the problem.  When I put a bright light up there I saw one of his pads was swelled and lacerated.  I started pulled on the dried up pus and finally i pulled out 1/2 an acorn.  How could he have fit 1/2 acorn up there is beyond me, but after we cleaned it up and wrapped it with bandages he was no longer limping and resumed being a happy doggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ICU Rotation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on my ICU rotation.  What is that?  Well all the small animal intensive care cases (the dogs on fluids, the hit by cars, the post-op dogs, the ashma cat...etc) go into ICU.  They had this crazy schedule where you may work 7:30-4p one day and 12am-9am the next day, so my sleep schedule is totally wached.  Nathan took this schedule a worked on it like a logic problem and ended up producing a really effecient schedule for future rotations...yea Nathan!  Extra brownie points for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have learned quite a bit.  I am practicing puting in catheters on legs.  But I have gotten to put in a urinary catheter, a central venous catheter (in the neck), make up fluids, calculate fluid and drug dosages, etc etc.  I think this is mainly a skills based rotation b/c in practice our techs will do most of this stuff but I guess we have to know how to do it so we can teach them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that has been sad is that we have had several animals who came in and were terminally ill.  They were in pain, they were suffering, and their owners for one reason or another wouldn't put them down.  I understand that isn't my decision to make and thus I can express my opinions in this format.  Let's take Mason or Cody as an example.  They have served as my devoted companions through thick and thin for over 11 years.  No matter how busy I was or how long I was gone, they never questioned my love for them.  They have stayed by my side.  It would literally tear my insides out to have to watch my devoted companions, my loved ones die in such agony, to live in such an undignified matter, to sit there through their suffering being unable to help heal my own suffering.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when is enough, enough?  I have thought this many times myself and I asked a professor once who gave me an extremely insightful answer.   Think of 3 things your animal LOVES to do.   When your animal can no do these things then it may be time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-112985769242040620?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/112985769242040620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=112985769242040620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112985769242040620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112985769242040620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/10/acorns-and-icu.html' title='Acorns and ICU'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-112985647369980648</id><published>2005-10-20T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:01:13.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcasts</title><content type='html'>The other day (or rather the other week) I fired up my itunes program and for what seemed like the millionth time, the computer asked me to update my itunes software...........FINE!&lt;br /&gt;After all was said and done, I notice this new menu..Podcast...what is that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like a bunch of different internet radio shows that I could listen to on my own time without commercials.  Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has attracted me interest in the podcast world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NPR's Story of the Day - this is a collection of stories about what many would think of as ordinary people and kind of gives a little insight about them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://tricks.onigo.net/"&gt;Two Minute Photoshop Tricks&lt;/a&gt; : This is a great little podcast that allows you to tackle photoshop, one element at a time.  I have been using Photoshop since about 2000 and I never new that CTRL + SHIFT + O opened a file brower menu where you could rename files in batches or add on copyright details to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.tipsfromthetopfloor.com/"&gt;Digital Photograph Tips From the Top Floor&lt;/a&gt; : I am not sure what i think about this yet.  I may go back and listen to quiet a few of them when I have time to play with my camera (or when I get a new Digital Camera...hint, hint see &lt;a href="http://www.dreamofthis.com/FriendSearch.aspx"&gt;Wish List&lt;/a&gt; ).  There are alot of interviews with famous photographers.  Let you know more about this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://mondays.pwop.com/"&gt;Mondays: What Sunday Threw up&lt;/a&gt; This is kind of has a Geek "Daily Show" feel to it.  They talk about weird stuff you can buy off the internet (some of it you may actualyl find useful)and segments like "You are Dumber Than me" (one episode described a crack addict pulled over by a cop and his drug sniffing dog and how the addict tried to distract the dog by throwing dog treats out the window).  But they have on a few occasions had to made public apologies for offending one group or another, so if you are easily offended I would not listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/"&gt;MuggleNet&lt;/a&gt; We all have dirty secrets...well I like Harry Potter and I have no problem listening to this 16 year old and 20 year old discuss HP.  It is actually more insightful than you would think and they try to have intellegent answers to everyone's questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a href="http://www.purina.com/"&gt;Purina&lt;/a&gt; Well since Purina is the greatest Pet food company, how could their podcast be any bad?  This is acually taken from a radio show segment in St. Louis (Purina's headquarters) where they have a vet who answers questions and provides explainations for those ever present mysteries, like ...why do cats purr?  I have actually learned a few things from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032542/site/newsweek/"&gt; Newsweek on the Air&lt;/a&gt; This is a weekly program about various highlights in the news.  Hard to say much about it, but if you are a CNN or MSNBC watching type of person you will probably enjoy this.  I have enjoyed some of their stories (esecially about the Bird Flu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.z100.com/cc-common/podcast.html"&gt;Phone Taps, Romeo's Celebrity Crank Calls, Z100 Interviews, Adventures of Greg T the Frat Boy&lt;/a&gt;  I grew up listening to NYC's Z100.  And I just about flipped when I saw this on itunes.  Nothing brings back more memories of the tri-state area then a pissed off Brooklyn, Italian, man who is being lead on by a loved one over the radio.  Great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.sciencefriday.com/"&gt;Science Friday&lt;/a&gt; Just because I don't have class doesn't mean I am not interested in learning a little science.  The dog flu was especially interesting (and I hope will be helpful on my boards).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://scrapcast.blogspot.com/"&gt;SCRAPcast&lt;/a&gt; I originally thought, how can you talk about scrapbooking with no visuals?  Well this lady does a fantastic job about talking about her own experiences or describing projects.  I learned a ton on how to organize my scrapstuff.  One of my favorites.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/rn/history/streets/"&gt;Street Stories&lt;/a&gt;  Everyone has an interesting story to tell and this cast tells it.  Quite inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://genealogyguys.com/"&gt;Genealogy Guys&lt;/a&gt;  Here is my other secret...I am a genealogy buff.  I love family history.  I so wish this podcast aired more than once a week, I have learned a ton just from the few I have listened to.  They talk about everything genealogy from DNA genealogy to Genealogy confrences.  And if you have questions, they will try take them into consideration for future shows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://www.whosaid.org/cast/"&gt;Who Said&lt;/a&gt;  Are you a literature buff?  Well test your knowledge.  This caster will read an excerp from a book or poem and you have to think of who said it.  She reveals the answer on the next pod cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others - These are some new ones that I haven't really checked out yet but I am working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crafty Chica &lt;br /&gt;Craft Pod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-112985647369980648?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/112985647369980648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=112985647369980648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112985647369980648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112985647369980648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/10/podcasts.html' title='Podcasts'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-112708357605408279</id><published>2005-09-18T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:46:16.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humping Puppy</title><content type='html'>Last night, Nathan was playing around with the outside light.  When he opened the door he saw this dog but ran off at the sight of him.  A few minutes later, I saw Mason's tail in the backyard start to wag and I went outside again and saw the pup.  The dog ran away again.  A few minutes after that, I hear it whining and I got in the backyard and the pup has run around the duplexes to the back of the fence and was trying to get in to be with Mason.  At this point I opened the fence and used Mason to try to get the pup to come back over to the front of the house and get into the gate, which he did.  I quickely put Mason in the house so I could get closer to the dog.  It looked like a border terrier mix, young (1yr), unneutered but it would come close to me.  Nathan and I sat on the swing for a while but he wasn't interested.  Nathan went back in and I decided to pat the space next to me...and POP, up came the dog onto my lap.  He was a nudgy little thing too when I stopped petting him, and even gave me a little kiss.  He didn't look like a stray, well fed and a very clean/shiny coat.  But after he had his fill of petting he started humping my arm and then my leg.  But at this point I had to go up to school to take a radiograph a ferret so, I left him outside and left.  When I came back, Nathan said the pup had been crying and howling the whole time.  Being too tired to deal with it, I just closed the blinds and hoped he would settle down outside and then today I would look for his owners.  And after a little while he did quiet down.  This morning I got up and he was gone.  He had dug a little hole in the same place where Harry got out and left.    I hope he found his way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-112708357605408279?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/112708357605408279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=112708357605408279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112708357605408279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112708357605408279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/09/humping-puppy.html' title='Humping Puppy'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-112708304227600166</id><published>2005-09-18T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:37:22.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Harry</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I forgot to finish the epic of finding Harry.  As the day went on Nathan finally called those guys on my cell phone and then his.  Of course they stopped answering and we were rerouted to their voice mail.  This guy is named Casey.  At this point we just figured that they were druken fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next morning I get a call and a lady says..."I found your tortoise!" I was so excited.  She gave me her address and I threw on some clothes (since I was still in my pjs) and ran over there.  And so it happens, this lady and her husband (retirement aged) were moving into their new house, one street above us and they saw this tortoise walking up the street.  She remembered seeing my signs hung up around the neighborhood and called.  Nathan and I baked them brownies and got to meet their dog.  So to make a long story short, Harry is back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-112708304227600166?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/112708304227600166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=112708304227600166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112708304227600166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112708304227600166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/09/finding-harry.html' title='Finding Harry'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-112586776026833208</id><published>2005-09-04T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T16:02:40.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to Talk about</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a long time since i have written (but isn't that how I start most of my blogs).  Lots to talk about, so I will outline my thoughts in attempt to restore some order in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's Labor Day weekend.  For a while now I have been thinking of getting Harry a wife b/c I really want to see if I could get them to breed.  I have a few "wanted" ads out for a female (and another male or female for Adam).  I was even going to build him a nice new cage this weekend.  Well I let him outside with Mason, as I always do and when I went to get him at dusk, he was gone.  We looked everywhere around the yard and he wasn't around.  I only place I can think of that he got out was a small hole where the fence meets the house.  But he never goes over to that area.  Ok, so this morning I searched for him in the area behind the house.  I made up Pet Lost signs and hung them up.  I get a calla few hours later from some guy who says he found a tortoise and wanted me to ID him.  For crying out loud, I had two pics of him on the flyer with a description of the breed.  He then tells me he will have to call back later when I ask if I can take a look at him.  I call an hour later and he says his friend is "on the can".  Nathan has called 2 times.  The guy is not advoiding us.  What the really annoying part is, is that I have resucued so many pets while living in these duplexes.  I clean them up, feed them, and find where they belong.  So why do I deserve to get jacked by one of my low-life neighbors?  I have his cell number and his first name and he lives in one if the duplexes around me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to say on other worldly events but I am too angry right now to go into it.  Maybe later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-112586776026833208?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/112586776026833208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=112586776026833208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112586776026833208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112586776026833208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/09/lots-to-talk-about.html' title='Lots to Talk about'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-112407455519853276</id><published>2005-08-14T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:55:55.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekly Vent</title><content type='html'>Walmart has been good to us over the last 3 years.  I mean they provide us with 90% of everything anyone could possibly want in a small southern town.  But are people's lives really that slow that shopping at Wally World needs to be a family outing?  It has gotten to the point that I despise going to WM on the weekend.  On Sat afternoon, after church on Sundays, lazy Sunday after noons, it doesn't matter their they are parents and their gaggle of kids.  &lt;br /&gt;Now they aren't all the same.  There are the kids who wonder in the middle of the aisles or in front of your cart clueless to the world here on earth.  Then there are the hyperactive, sugar induced, boundless energy rockets who sprint from one thing to another or after each other.  What is worst is when these kids get a hold of a cart.  NO isn't cute where your little bundle of terror rams into anything stationary or moving.  Let's not for get the emotionally charged children, who possess a unique talent of skipping the crying phase of discontent and go right into that bone-chilling, down your spine, nails on the chalkboard scream when they do not get their way.  C'mon people, shopping will go MUCH faster if one parent/friend/sig other ---whatever, stays home with the kids while you do your shopping in a more effecient matter.  If only there was this much parental participation at the library or in the park.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Wally World complains from our lovely southern community. Parking.  No matter what time of day you visit WM, there are going to be a fair amount of people there with you.  Thus there is going to be a fairly large amount of cars in the parking lot.  GO WITH THE FLOW PEOPLE!  You are not going to melt if you have to walk 10 extra steps int he parking lot, heck most of you can use the extra steps.  DON'T HOLD UP TRAFFIC WAITING for a close spot, when there is a free spot only a few steps down.  ARG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, are you wondering why I am cranky?    I came home from two wonderful days at a Scrapbook Convention in Tulsa (it was a blast), to a house that was 90 degrees.  Nathan is at a customer site, so Mason and Oscar where home alone.  Well sometime over the less then 48 hours I was gone, the a/c finally broke (we were waiting for it to die for a few weeks now).  The a/c guy says he doesn't want to touch it while it is raining...and of course this is the weekend mother-nature decides to end our drought.  So I have the windows open and the fans going.  Our bedroom is missing a screen in the window, so I hot glued screen material to the window so I could attempt an airflow system with the fans.  But I did not have much luck.  Mason can't decide weather he wants to lay outside in the rain where it is cooler or inside where it is dry and hot.  I had to lock the screen door since Oscar kept letting himself outside, so he could lay in the grass and graze it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am done ranting for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-112407455519853276?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/112407455519853276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=112407455519853276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112407455519853276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112407455519853276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-weekly-vent.html' title='My Weekly Vent'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-112372783198209689</id><published>2005-08-10T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:37:11.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man do I miss ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border width="280" bg border="1" style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: arial,verdana"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: arial,verdana"&gt;Neopolitan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-neopolitan.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: arial,verdana"&gt;You aren't satisfied with just one flavor. They say variety is the spice of life and this shines through in your Ice cream of choice! Just don't eat all the chocolate and leave the strawberry and vanilla behind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/icecream/icecream-test.php"&gt;What is your Icecream Flavour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/"&gt;Go Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-112372783198209689?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/112372783198209689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=112372783198209689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112372783198209689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112372783198209689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/08/man-do-i-miss-ice-cream-your-icecream.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-112372741103703377</id><published>2005-08-10T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:30:11.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back of Rotations</title><content type='html'>On Monday I started back on my rotation schedule with Anesthesia. I am in it for the long haul now, but the 3 week rotations seem to go fast.  I think of all the rotations I was most "unsure" (for lack of a better word) about starting Anesthesia.  There are just so many combinations of chemicals that can be used depending on the animal, the age, the disposition, the health problems, the surgical procedure...etc, etc.  But even though I have now been though Jr. Surgery and my Animal Shelter rotation where I was responsible for performing anesthesia, I still feel unconfident.  I am hoping this will change at the next couple of weeks go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was a great treat, as we had a rescued young lion from a local safari sancuary come in to get spayed.  I got to be the student anesthesiologist. Even though she was still fairly young and still had most of her kitten we had to take lots of safety precausions.  But she was beautiful and still had most of her spots!  I never knew that African lions don't lose their spots until they are a couple of years old.  The owner (and director of the park) was telling us that many people are trying to breed these lions in captivity (and with poor genetics) , which he didn't agree with, so hence the surgery.  He mentioned that some people (not his facility) also gets their exotic cats declawed.  I was really suprised at this, since these animals are still considered wild and thus dangerous. Removing their claws is not going to change fact or make them more "tame".  Are these people worried about their big cats scratching the furniture?  Anyway it was quite an experience and there are pictures on our photo website if you are interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-112372741103703377?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/112372741103703377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=112372741103703377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112372741103703377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112372741103703377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-of-rotations.html' title='Back of Rotations'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-112284565474172961</id><published>2005-07-31T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T16:34:14.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been awhile (I think I always start my blogs out like that ) but I needed a break from putting my scrapbook projects together (sorry can't disclose the details about it right now).  I just finished up my second week of vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I went to a new doctor for a physical and to write some prescriptions for me (of which I already had my NJ doc mail over my medical records).  I am sitting on the lovely tissue paper covered exam table when the nurse informs me, the doc won't write my prescriptions b/c he doesn't believe in them.  Annoyed, my first thought was "only in Oklahoma", I said there was no point in me being here.  Well she talked to another doc in the practice who will write those prescriptions and just happen to have an opening since he was only there for 1/2 a day.  So I wait some more and get to see him.  In talking I show him my mole on my tummy which had mutated into a 3-D, multi-color, glob (quite unsightly).  The coversation went as follows:&lt;br /&gt; Doc: Let's take it off&lt;br /&gt; Me: Today?  Here?  (with panic in my voice, trying to construct a quick excuse in my head for I am NOT a good patient).&lt;br /&gt; Doc: Sure'&lt;br /&gt; Me: Are you sure?  (yes, I know, I need to work on my quick witty answers)&lt;br /&gt; Doc: Sure, why not?&lt;br /&gt; And so I was led off, had the area numbed, and biosied, with 2 stiches to show for it.    I told the doc I didn't need to come back to have them taken out...since i have suture scissors at home.  But at least he wrote my prescriptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Nathan and I took Mason swimming at a rather large man-made ditch up the road.  I was hoping to give Mason some theraputic exercise since he can't walk very far anymore.  We tried to get him to fetch the sticks but he would go after them and only bring them back half way.   At the very end he remembered how to play fetch and would bring the stick back on shore.  It is sad to see  him get old.  I asked my professor once, when do you know it is time.  His reply was, think of 3 things your dog loves to do and when he can't do it any longer without showing alot of pain or is no longer interested, then it is time.  At least Mason still has great yearnings for his stuff animals and to be petted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar misses having Anya to play with and his toad seem to have disappeared while on vacation, so he has taken a great attachment to my chest and for 3-4 days after we got back from vacation he was pretty much attached to me.  But he still has mini-duck butt.  Which brings up a rather unusual situation.  He carries around mini-duck butt by the scruff and talked to it.  At night (and I mean everynight) he puts duck butt in the water bowl.  Now is he trying to bathe it or drown it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over vacation, I have been trying to catch up with my books on CD. Here are my synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (I actually read this while in Duluth): I enjoyed the alteration of Harry's attitude from angry adolescent to determined and at times horny teen.  I think the whole love triangle b/w Ron and Herononie and the others was a bit over done but I guess that is the way it is with most teenagers.  But the true question is: Is Snape really evil?  Nathan seems to think Snape is really on the side of the Order  and had previously worked out with Dumbledore to kill him it the situation arose.  I think this makes more and more sense to me, but I will have to wait another 2 years for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiliary Clinton's Living History: Well written and appeared sincere.  I still believe Hilary is a brillant, determined, woman who only seems to become stronger with each struggle she has faced in the public eye.  I hope that she choses to run in 2008 for president, b/c if any woman had a chance at being elected to office, it would be her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best American Non-Required Reading: A strange set of essays.  I really didn't care for most of them.  I did like Stuff and Saint Chola.  Stuff talked about material belongings from the point of view of a young homeless addict girl/woman.  It really makes you think about the things that hold you down and in some cases define who you are.  Saint Chola was about a Muslim girl who became of age in today's age in a US  jr high school and the strength she found within herself to be proud of her culture and where she came from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Unfinshed Life:   A story mainly about a young 10 year old girl who has spent her life drifting from one abusive home to another with her mom, only to finally land back with her paternal grandfather who hates his daughter-in-law who was driving the night her husband (his son) died in a drunken car crash.  It started off slow and took awhile to get a hold of all the characters but picked up in the middle when the two families back back together.  Again, alot of themes about "stuff" and the material things that follow us around but also the search to find a "home" with people you love.  A sweet, almost Oprah-ist like book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Fire: I think I am going to stop listening to this book.  There really is no plot line and it is really hard to keep track of all the characters.  The transitions from memories to present day is very weak and hard to follow.  However, the time period is very interesting (which is why I rented the book in the first place).  It takes place in post-war Hiroshima, Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: Life of Pi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-112284565474172961?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/112284565474172961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=112284565474172961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112284565474172961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112284565474172961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-112181492283719579</id><published>2005-07-19T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T18:15:22.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Duluth Day 1</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a very long time since I have updated my blog.  It has been a very busy 3 weeks on equine medicine, have of that rotation i couldn't sleep b/c I kept having dreams I was a persistant carrier of Salmonella (which of course isn't true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am relaxing in Duluth, MN with the Pitel side of the family.  We are staying at a warehouse that was converted into suites.  I think our room has more square footage then our duplux.  It has 3 bedrooms, a full kitchen, dining room, jacuzzi and a sauna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we walked along the water and watched the ships come in.  Adam got yelled at over the loud speaker by the bridgeguard for sitting on the Coast Guard ship.  We then sat by the rocks in which I made a feble attempt at skipping rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch we went to Grandma's (which use to be a brothel for lonely sailors back in the days).  After lunch we went to the Great Lakes Aquarium.  It wasn't quite an aquarium but Nathan and I had a ton of fun playing with the water exhibit of the great lakes and how they are connected with canals.    After the aquarium, we came back to the room for some R and R.  Nathan, Adam, and I went down for appetizers where Adam got a beer without an id.   Anyway, that is our day thus far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-112181492283719579?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/112181492283719579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=112181492283719579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112181492283719579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/112181492283719579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/07/duluth-day-1.html' title='Duluth Day 1'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-111966018331853955</id><published>2005-06-24T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:43:03.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PS: Random Facts for a Dinner Party</title><content type='html'>Ok, Today was my last day on necropsy duty.  A 16 year old cow with horns came in and there was a request from one of the clinicans that she wanted the skull.  So I volunteers to....well for lack of a better word....scalp it.  Btw, what a great work out for your arms.  Anyway I wondered how they would get the rest of the "meat" off of the skull so that it would be nice and clean for mounting.  What they do is put it in a vat of rumen juice and water for 4 months and let the bacteria eat away all of the non-bone material.  THought that was kind of interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-111966018331853955?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/111966018331853955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=111966018331853955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111966018331853955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111966018331853955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/06/ps-random-facts-for-dinner-party.html' title='PS: Random Facts for a Dinner Party'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-111965994243408651</id><published>2005-06-24T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:39:02.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Madness of Mad Cow Disease</title><content type='html'>Good grief. Today, another case of BSE was reported in Washington State.  Thus I expect to see another round of mass hysteria as uneducated consumers become paniced that tomorrow they themselfs will start frothing at the mouth and disoriented.  That in addition to the conspiracy theories that are rapidly spreading that the USDA is "hiding" other cases from the media.  So everyone take out your purses and cash in your bonds b/c you are going to be paying for it, if you want to eat meat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its frustration how fast, uneducated rumors fly around.    First of all there are millions upon millions of cattle slaugtered each year in addition to the theory this BSE can only be transmitted via neural tissue (brain and spinal cord).  I don't know about you but cow brain has never been and will never be at the top of my dinner menu.  Ok, ok, so the verdict is still out on blood, milk, and semen.  But it if does come back that BSE can be transmitted like this, I assume it would have to be in quanities beyond our ability to in take.  So...I think Americans have more to worry about (obesity, diabetes, cancer, AIDS) then whether or not they would fit into that  minuscule percentage in which they may fit only in the "at risk" range.   I would rather spend my time worrying about a volcanic eruption in Oklahoma (at least the percentages are better). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are ALOT of reportable diseaes that vets have to keep an eye out for. If an animal presents with symptoms that "could" be associated with a reportable disease then you call the state vet and they take care of the investigation. Vets are obligated (by law) to err on the safe side. So although a full fledged investigation may be conducted, the results more than likely are going to be negative for BSE, and thus is not reported to the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So word of wisdom for the day: Educate yourself before becoming Chicken Little&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-111965994243408651?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/111965994243408651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=111965994243408651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111965994243408651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111965994243408651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/06/madness-of-mad-cow-disease.html' title='The Madness of Mad Cow Disease'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-111932343715926687</id><published>2005-06-20T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:35:40.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things That Annoy You When You Drive</title><content type='html'>10. When pedestrians are chatting on the cell phone and walking right into the street without looking. One day I won't be so nice and I WILL run you and your cellie over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. People who can't go the speed limit on the highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tailgaiters...sorry that includes you too mom. Riding my ass is not going to get me over in the other lane any sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In construction zones, where 2-3 lanes merge into one and there is always a long line of people waiting their turn to get pass the construction. Yet for some reason some "better then thou" people decide it is their privilege to wait until the past possible moment to merge thereby skipping their "wait time" in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who allow their dogs to ride free in the back of their pick-up trucks, going 80 mph down the highway. Heelers are not the smartest creatures, it is NOT uncommon for one of your heelers to lean just a "little" too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Rubber neckers. I know it is fascinating to see the EMTs scrap remains off the road, but people PLEASE! keep on driving. Curiosity killed the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you smoke...fine, that is your own business. But for heaven's sake, use the ashtrays in your car. Flicking a smoldering scrap, of nicotine laden, cigarette remains is a great way to gain enemies real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ok, you LAZY customers at WALMART. The parking lot is cramped already, there are always massive amounts of customers hopping in and out of Walmart. But when you wait ten minutes for a mom of 3 to load her kids and her week's worth of groceries in to a car so you can get that "first" parking spot and not have to walk that extra 20 feet, I think you may have problems. It is one thing if you are legidmately disabled or elderly but other then that, I think everyone can use the exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My car doesn't have an invisible forcefield. Thus, becareful when getting out of your car or putting your shopping carts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MY NUMBER ONE REASON!&lt;br /&gt;1. People who talk on cells phones while driving and think they are all of a sudden cruising alone over a bunch of fluffy clouds. They slow down, speed up, swerve from one lane to another, cut in front of people, miss traffic lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-111932343715926687?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/111932343715926687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=111932343715926687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111932343715926687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111932343715926687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/06/ten-things-that-annoy-you-when-you.html' title='Ten Things That Annoy You When You Drive'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-111932316830226407</id><published>2005-06-20T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:07:37.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of the Pet</title><content type='html'>On Sunday Mason and I volunteered at "Festival of the Pet" in Oklahoma City. We helped man the "Paws for Friendship" booth. Mason drew alot of attention (as he always does) and by the end of the day I had come to expect the same exact conversation with each person. Curious attendee: "What kind of dog is he?" Me: "A golden retriever" Curious attendee: : " He's HUGE!, Look at those paws". Yes, yes, I know my dog is big boned. And yes, he is full bred and even hit the show circuit as a youngster. No, he isn't part Great Pyrenese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.  We had a good time.  I got some really cheap dog toys to try and replace the much missed Duck Butt, whose place has yet to be filled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one an "interesting" art form we saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/6506/640/Scottie%20with%20poodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/6506/320/Scottie%20with%20poodle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red, white and blue poodle &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/13530152-111932316830226407?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/111932316830226407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=111932316830226407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111932316830226407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111932316830226407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/06/festival-of-pet.html' title='Festival of the Pet'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-111885352641496302</id><published>2005-06-15T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T11:38:46.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feud over Pig Diarrhea</title><content type='html'>Ok, now that I have had close to a week to fume, digest, and now think logically about the whole situation I should begin the story about my Grand Rounds topic.  Every 4th year student must give a 20 minute presentation about any topic they wish, as long as it has to due with veterinary medicine.  Then each Friday morning 2 students give their presentations.  In preparation for our national board review exam I wanted to do a "review" presentation on pig diarrhea ( a populuar topic on the boards which most schools spend little time on).  Six weeks ago I found my advisor and started collecting info and checking out books.  Well this pass Friday after the morning presentations, I got an opportunity to chat with a friend who just returned to the vet school from his off campus rotations.  I was telling him about my Grand Rounds Topic, how I have been working on it.  In our talk, he reminded me I had to sign up for the presentation.   Anyway, later in the day, as I was walkign into the Pathology building he drove up in his car and said that one of the Ross University students had over heard our conversation this morning and ran downstairs to sign up my topic. Of all the topics she could possibly do, why did this girl (whom I don't even know) decide to steal my idea.  Ok, so I gave her the benefit of the doubt, maybe the story isn't the way it appears.  I went to talk to the secretary you sign up with.  She had signed up for the same topic as I did, word for word and hadn't even found an advisor.  I believe that flames where literally coming out of my ears I was so pissed I could hardly contain my anger.  The secretary agreed to talk it over with the clinican involved in the presentation.  So after coming to see her several times, she said "you can both do the same topic, just sit down with her and make sure you review different subjects".  Great...do it the ole' Oklahoma way, avoid the confrentation and pass the buck.  I must have rolled my eyes or raised my eyebrows at this b/c then she said, well you tell her what you are doing your topic on and if she has a problem, tell her to come see me.  Fine, not the way I would have handled it considering her level of dishonesty and the fact her presenation is 2 weeks before mine, making me look like the idot for doing the same topic twice.  oh, and after asking around to seee "who she was" I always get these sour faces and evidentely she doesn't have the best reputation.  I can see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that is my vent for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-111885352641496302?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/111885352641496302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=111885352641496302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111885352641496302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111885352641496302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/06/feud-over-pig-diarrhea.html' title='Feud over Pig Diarrhea'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-111870149078342450</id><published>2005-06-13T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T17:24:50.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it Monday already?  Why is it that the weekend goes by so fast ?  At least I got alot of "chores done".   On Sat morning, Nathan and I made a deal.  He would come with me to the Garden Show and I would wash his car.  We get to the garden show and I ask where all the demos are going to be held, since this is what I really want to see.  The woman says all the demo's have been canceled due to "threat" of rain.  Funny?  it was sunny out .  So we just walked around the gardens a bit amongst grey haired couples with their sun hats on.  But to make this long paragraph shorter, Nathan was kind enough to help me wash our cars.  On Sunday, he taught me how to wax my Corolla.  All the while, scenes from "The Karate Kid" run though my mind....wax on....wax off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I was in a major purging mode due to a highly dishonest incident played on me at school.  So I decided to reorganize all my notes from years 1-3 of vet school.  Not (from what I soon found out) an easy task.  For 2 days I had papers spewed everywhere in an attempt to condense the useful papers from the crap I would never look at again.  Mission accomplished...Sat night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Nathan and I also had dinner with a friend of ours from Wisconsin, who had spent the week here in Stillwater take his CPE exam.  We worked in the Orthopaedic Lab back in they day.  IT was great to catch up with him and meet his new wife who was very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Mason, Oscar, and I went to the nursing home.  Most people where sleeping, but that didn't stop the nursing from giggling at Oscar who walks on a leash right next to Mason as though he were a dog.  What a pair.  Some of the residents really like have both of them nudge each other out of the way for their undivided attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting for &lt;strong&gt;Adam &lt;/strong&gt;to fulfill his bet with me (over the NCAA game WI vs Bucknell) or should I rename you Scanning Slave :-D  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Ok enough procrastinating.  Gotta do my assignment for tonight and study a few topics for Natioal Boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my fun site for the day: &lt;a href="http://www.stuffonmycat.com/"&gt;http://www.stuffonmycat.com/&lt;/a&gt; . An who said that cats aren't tolerant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-111870149078342450?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/111870149078342450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=111870149078342450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111870149078342450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111870149078342450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/06/is-it-monday-already-why-is-it-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-111863354726067690</id><published>2005-06-12T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:28:39.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things You Wish You Knew When You Were in High School</title><content type='html'>Saw this meme challenge on my favorite scrapbook website Two Peas In A Bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 Things You Wish You Knew When You Were in High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Popularity in high school is a "club" of its own. In HS, being cool, having all the designer clothes, dating the guys on the sports teams, doing drugs...etc, etc...was what gained you entrace. But once in college, these people all of a sudden became nobodies and often became lost in places that encouraged individuality. Those of us who were considered the "geeks" however bloomed because we had learned in high school that a person is not measured by how well he/she fits in but rather how she/he can approach a challenge through unique and creative views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be confident of who you are. Don't be afraid to voice your opinion, get involved in activities, or approach people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My gullibility is written right across my face. Don't let people take advantage of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't get so emotionally involved in everyone's problems and failures. At some point you just need to step back and say, I have done all that I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My temper is out of control. Learn to control it before something got really hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is not what you say, it is how you say it that counts. Bluntness is only appropriate in some situations. Learn the art of tact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are some great non-political show-animal organizations out there that rewards kids for their hard effort of raising, caring, and showing livestock and small ruminants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just b/c you touch a computer, it doesn't mean that you are destined to be an electrical engineer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stand up for what you believe in or in situations where you feel wrongs are being committed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am not odd in thinking there is more to life than material goods, exotic vacations, and an uppity personality &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-111863354726067690?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/111863354726067690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=111863354726067690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111863354726067690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111863354726067690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/06/10-things-you-wish-you-knew-when-you.html' title='10 Things You Wish You Knew When You Were in High School'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-111828650991222534</id><published>2005-06-09T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:08:29.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, ok I know I have given into the Jones and joined the rat race...so sue me.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   But I know I don't have 36 hours in a day I would love to have to keep in touch with y'all (Like my Oklahoma accent?).  So this gives me a way to catch up or say hi and let you know that I thinking of you even though I may not see or talk to you for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So here I go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-111828650991222534?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/111828650991222534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=111828650991222534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111828650991222534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111828650991222534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-ok-i-know-i-have-given-into-jones.html' title=''/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13530152.post-111828729576032579</id><published>2005-06-08T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:21:35.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st official post</title><content type='html'>Ok, I thought this thingy was suppose to be easy?  I can't figure out how to make it look less unfinished.   Oh well, maybe b/c I am tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...a quick update on me?  I am on my third veterinary rotation as a 4th year: Diagnostics.  What does that mean?  well in the morning we look at slides and in the afternoon we cut up the animals that die over in the vet hospital (necropsy).  The smells in the necropsy room definetely take you back to freshman dog and horse anatomy.  Our schedule isn't as "time consuming" as some of the other rotations, so I am using that time to prepare my 20 minute presenation for Grand Rounds and study for my National Boards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with vet school, what else is going on?  Well it is summer in Stillwater.  The temp reaches 90 degrees before 8am but on the plus side WalMart is not as busy since the students left. &lt;br /&gt;Question of the day:  How do you know you live in a small town?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: You are excited that WalMart is remodeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya (the doggie we adopted for Logan and Kristin) is adjusting well to home life.  We heard her bark for the first time last night at the handy man working next door.  She is no longer petrified of Oscar and they spend their days chasing each other around the house.  Oscar has found a brand new "spot" to sleep....my hamper.  He picked up his mini-duck butt animal and jumped into the hamper for a nice snooze.  When he was done he picked duck-butt up and dragged him out of the hamper.  Only Mason could have taught a cat to love stuff animals.  Oscar has also developed a new hobby.  Apparentely, toads like to sit next to our sliding glass door at night and of course Oscar must watch them intenetly for any sudden moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting late.  I better get all the pets ready for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13530152-111828729576032579?l=brookepi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/feeds/111828729576032579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13530152&amp;postID=111828729576032579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111828729576032579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13530152/posts/default/111828729576032579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookepi.blogspot.com/2005/06/1st-official-post.html' title='1st official post'/><author><name>Brooke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7000/1033/1600/EPA080099.6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
