<?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-5661106035903845025</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:10:22.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brooke</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661106035903845025.post-4460249977698468403</id><published>2009-06-04T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:08:32.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a long...Long...LONG TIME!</title><content type='html'>I know that I have not written since February but I will try to catch up on all of the latest!  I truly don't remember what I did over Spring Break in March, but I think I went to Houston to visit my parents.  Oh...I did go to Houston and Tupelo to visit my best friend Melody.  While in Tupelo, Melody, Waverley, baby Waverley, and I got really sick.  Not fun...but at least we were sick together.  I also went to a Beth Moore conference in April that was wonderful!  I went with some family friends from Tylertown and my best friend Jennifer.  In May, I sang a duet with my dad at his church in Houston.  It was neat because we sang together almost ten years before that exact date and on that day ten years ago we sang In Christ Alone.  This past May, we sang a newer version of In Christ Alone.  It was the first time I have sung in my dad's church in Houston, and I had a lot of fun.  School ended great!  I had great kids all year and I am proud of them for all of their hard work.  The last two years I have taught an intervention class and have worked with students in small groups everyday to help them improve their reading skills.  I have really missed having my own class and so I asked to have my own class again.  Several people say I am crazy for wanting this but I just miss having that relationship with the students and having my own control and teaching them my own way.  Anyway, the principle told me in March she was going to put me back in the classroom!  I am so excited!  I am ready to get my room organized but at the same time I do NOT want to wish my summer away worrying about that.  :)  My summer started off busy.  The weekend I got out for the summer Jennifer, Jonathan, and the baby came to visit and go to a wedding.  Then on Monday, I left and went to Tylertown and Lousiana to visit friends.  In Tylertown, Elizabeth, Megan, and I watched several scary movies and just hung out.  I returned on Saturday, then church and my sister moving in on Sunday.  (My sister is moving in because her roommate is getting married.)  Monday of this week we started VBS at my church and I am picking up two little girls early in the morning, taking them to VBS, teaching swimming lessons, and dropping them off with their parents at 5:15 every afternoon this week.  Needless to say, I have not rested since I got out of school.  I am ready to rest.  I also have missed not spending time with my best friend Lindsay the past week and a half.  We have texted and she did come eat lunch with me and the girls today, so that was fun.  Anyway,  I will try to do better with my posts this summer but that is what is happening so far.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661106035903845025-4460249977698468403?l=brookeadams81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/4460249977698468403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661106035903845025&amp;postID=4460249977698468403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/4460249977698468403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/4460249977698468403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-has-been-longlonglong-time.html' title='It has been a long...Long...LONG TIME!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661106035903845025.post-6147419895024007291</id><published>2009-02-22T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:36:40.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SaG1-DQZvMI/AAAAAAAAACE/hMZdMghshew/s1600-h/Melody+and+Waverley+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SaG1-DQZvMI/AAAAAAAAACE/hMZdMghshew/s320/Melody+and+Waverley+2009+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305721913649773762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited to have my best friend Melody come and visit me this weekend.  I have been friends with her since we were in college (9 years or so).  She and her family just moved to Tupelo several months ago so we see each other at least once a month.  I have gone up there several times so she said she would come here this time.  I met up with her husband, baby and her family to eat at Cheddar's on Friday night.  Melody and I then left, not before stopping at Bop's, and headed back to Clinton.  We stayed up late Friday night visiting and then slept in a little Saturday morning.  On Saturday afternoon, we got ready and went to visit my sister who works at Ann Taylor.  I also had a gift for Melody there.  We then headed to the theater in Madison to watch The Uninvited.  We absolutely love to watch scary movies when we get together.  The movie was okay but we have seen scarier.  We then came home and watched another scary movie called Mirrors.  It was okay as well, but very gory.  We love to watch the spirit type of scary movies not the gory so it was an interesting experience.  Sunday morning it was hard to get up.  I also learned something about my self.  I am a VERY deep sleeper and have been known to sleep through my alarm.  I also do not hear really well in one ear so that is a problem at times.  Anyway, Melody said my alarm went off and, in my sleep, turned over on my good ear so I would not hear my alarm.  No wonder I sleep through my alarm sometimes.  Thank goodness, I set my alarm 30 min. ahead of time so I wake up on time anyway.  We then got up and went to church.  I was excited that she got to sing in the choir with me.  :)  We then came home and ate a roast and vegetables I had cooked.  She left soon after lunch.  I was sad after dropping her off with Waverley.  I teared up several times on the way home.  I wish I got to see her and her family more.  The good thing is that I will see them in 3 weeks during spring break!  YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661106035903845025-6147419895024007291?l=brookeadams81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/6147419895024007291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661106035903845025&amp;postID=6147419895024007291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/6147419895024007291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/6147419895024007291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun weekend!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SaG1-DQZvMI/AAAAAAAAACE/hMZdMghshew/s72-c/Melody+and+Waverley+2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661106035903845025.post-45857983939101765</id><published>2009-02-01T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:49:13.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulfport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SYZdAz1ym0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/t-I3xfOh3fc/s1600-h/Christian+2009+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SYZdAz1ym0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/t-I3xfOh3fc/s320/Christian+2009+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024280145173314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer, Christian, and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SYZdIiqfjDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ua-3p8MU8e8/s1600-h/n61703676_30934233_6895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SYZdIiqfjDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ua-3p8MU8e8/s320/n61703676_30934233_6895.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024412973337650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and Me playing Guitar Hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weekends ago (Martin Luther King Weekend), I left school about 30 minutes early and went to Gulfport to visit Jennifer, Jonathan, and Christian.  I was there from Friday until Monday afternoon.  Friday when I arrived, we ate with Jonathan's dad, step-mom and granddad.  On Saturday morning, Jonathan and I played Guitar Hero.  It was a lot of fun.  I am able to play the medium level, so it is exciting and as you can see in the picture I concentrate really hard when I play.  We took pictures at the beach on Saturday and went to Jonathan's mom and step-dad's to eat supper.  Sunday was church and Monday we just laid around and then I had to head back to Clinton. Christian is growing.  I love playing with him.  He loves it when I throw him in the air and dance.  He laughs so hard when I do those things.  The next weekend I did absolutely nothing.  I literally had my own Walker, Texas Ranger marathon with old tapes where I had recorded the show all day long.  It was fun.  I will be writing again soon.  I just wanted to give an update.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661106035903845025-45857983939101765?l=brookeadams81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/45857983939101765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661106035903845025&amp;postID=45857983939101765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/45857983939101765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/45857983939101765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/2009/02/gulfport.html' title='Gulfport'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SYZdAz1ym0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/t-I3xfOh3fc/s72-c/Christian+2009+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661106035903845025.post-3533047226676148149</id><published>2009-01-05T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:26:37.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Christmas Holiday</title><content type='html'>During the last week of the holiday, I went to Tylertown to visit my extended family.  I got home from Houston on Saturday and left for Tylertown on Sunday.  I know it is a little crazy but I would rather do all the traveling at one time and rest at the end.  On Monday, Megan, Elizabeth, and I went to see Twilight because Elizabeth was about to have a fit for me to see it.  It was pretty good but I wasn't freaking out like Elizabeth, who I might add, has seen the movie 3 times and is reading the books.  She is just a smidge obsessed.  On Tuesday, Elizabeth got her wisdom teeth cut out.  While she was in the recovery room, I was standing there listening to the nurse explain how to take care of her.  She was talking about how she had blown an IV and how they put it somewhere else in her hand.  Now, if you know me, I CANNOT STAND NEEDLES!  (And yes I wanted to be a neonatal nurse for a semester of my freshman year of college.)  Yes, I get blood taken every six months for my arthritis, but that is about it!  I tried to ignore her comment.  I had also already noticed that the room had that weird hospital smell in it that had made me feel weak before.  I start looking around to distract myself while at the same time listening to the nurse.  I then notice a box of needles.  That pretty much ended it.  I started to feel hot, tingly, and weak.  I immediately saw a wheel chair and sat down.  The nurse looked at me and asked me if I was okay.  I didn't want to distract from Elizabeth, so I said I am okay I just feel like I am going to faint.  She said it happens all the time but usually to the mother of the child being operated on.  Well, I am definitely not the mother but I guess I am pretty much like a sister.  The doctor came in to check my pulse.  Mrs. Jamie thought it was sweet that I felt like that.  She also took me to get something to eat right after.  That day and New Year's Eve, Mrs. Jamie and I cleaned out the girls rooms.  We had a big supper on New Year's for Mr. Wayne's birthday and I came home on  New Year's day.  I then pretty much did nothing the rest of the week.  I traveled 925 miles over Christmas break.  Oh, but I did watch Ole Miss beat Tech!! YAY! That was an exciting game.  I know this is long but I will write back soon.  The kids come back to school tomorrow.  So, I need to rest up.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661106035903845025-3533047226676148149?l=brookeadams81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/3533047226676148149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661106035903845025&amp;postID=3533047226676148149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/3533047226676148149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/3533047226676148149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-christmas-holiday.html' title='End of the Christmas Holiday'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661106035903845025.post-6120697552954390220</id><published>2008-12-27T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:28:55.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, Lindsay, Ella (her dog), and I left for Tupelo and Houston for Christmas.  Lindsay's family lives in Tupelo, just forty miles from Houston.  I was also going to visit my friend Melody in Tupelo.  The funny thing is that one of Lindsay's sisters did not know Lindsay was coming home.  Lindsay's whole family knew except for her sister and her sister's children.  The plan was to sneak into church late and Lindsay's dad, who is a preacher, would say, "I would like to welcome our guests from Clinton, MS."  Lindsay's sister would then turn around and see her.  Well, her sister and her family were late for church.  Lindsay, her dog Ella, and I rode around for a while and parked at a baseball field wondering what to do.  Just then her other sister sent us a text and said her sister was fixing to be there.  We (including the dog) hid in a back room of the church and waited.  Because we had traveled three hours, we ran down the hall and hid in the restroom.  Her sister and her family walked in and we quietly walked behind her and slid into the pew with her.  When she turned to see if her husband had sat down beside her, she saw Lindsay and burst into tears.  It was great.  After church, we then went to Lindsay's parents house and ate supper and hung out.  We also watched movies way too late.  On Monday, we just hung around and went shopping a little.  At 5:00, Melody got off of work and I went to her house.  On Tuesday, I babysat Waverley while Melody and Waverley were at work.  He is so sweet.  We had a blast playing with his toys.  I taught him how to build a ramp for his toy cars.  (He is only 1 1/2 but he had fun with the ramp.)  Tuesday night, I went to Houston to visit my parents.  Wednesday, we all went to Kosciusko for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  My parents, Mee Maw, Rebecca, Ryan, Uncle Micheal, Paula, and I were all there.  On Christmas Eve, we opened presents and on Christmas day we woke up to see what Santa brought us.  We had a great time watching each other open gifts.  On Thursday, Mom, dad, and I went back to Houston and just hung out.  Saturday, I went back to Tupelo to pick up Lindsay and we shopped a little while before heading home.  We had a great time.  I love Christmas!  Tomorrow I may be traveling again to Tylertown.  I will let you know.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661106035903845025-6120697552954390220?l=brookeadams81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/6120697552954390220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661106035903845025&amp;postID=6120697552954390220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/6120697552954390220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/6120697552954390220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas_27.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661106035903845025.post-8784607952512715171</id><published>2008-12-15T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:51:39.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SUclVXtnk2I/AAAAAAAAABs/u32EDNK9hA4/s1600-h/Friends+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SUclVXtnk2I/AAAAAAAAABs/u32EDNK9hA4/s320/Friends+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280230137188029282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Lindsay and I decided to exchange Christmas gifts tonight.  We were like little children that couldn't wait any longer.  I got her a pair of Sperry's that she had been wanting and NEEDED seeing that she had worn her favorite shoes to smithereens.  She was so excited she wore them the rest of the night.  She gave me two pieces of my Vera Bradley, a Thomas Kinkade puzzle, and a jar thing (It's hard to explain.)  I was quite excited.  She tricked me big time.  She actually bought the Vera Bradley in front of me but said it was for her sister Becky.  It is hilarious to hear her tell the story because I went shopping with her and she kept asking me questions about the pieces she picked up.  I would comment, but I thought they were for Becky and didn't think much of it.  I would hold several bags and say, "Yeah, I think she will like that." and keep going.  Lindsay said it was hard to keep my attention because I was all over the place.  Then, I saw someone I knew in the store and she knew she had lost me.  I was proud though because she did a very "Brooke" thing. She bought my present in front of me just like I have in front of her and Melody on several occasions.  I bought part of her birthday present in front of her in November and said it was for Melody.  She had no idea.  She did good being sneaky.  :) I am so excited about my new things.  Little does she know she has another one coming.  :)  I can be sneaky too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661106035903845025-8784607952512715171?l=brookeadams81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/8784607952512715171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661106035903845025&amp;postID=8784607952512715171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/8784607952512715171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/8784607952512715171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SUclVXtnk2I/AAAAAAAAABs/u32EDNK9hA4/s72-c/Friends+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661106035903845025.post-4685491626648219472</id><published>2008-12-10T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:24:45.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SUAByfEL7zI/AAAAAAAAABk/t4rBOxpxtIs/s1600-h/Waverley+4-08+to+7-08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SUAByfEL7zI/AAAAAAAAABk/t4rBOxpxtIs/s320/Waverley+4-08+to+7-08+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278220730122366770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture on one of my best friend's Melody.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SUAAw0UFf-I/AAAAAAAAABc/R2szh4GXz1Y/s1600-h/Friends+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SUAAw0UFf-I/AAAAAAAAABc/R2szh4GXz1Y/s320/Friends+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278219601954832354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of one of my best friend's Lindsay.  Yes, we have on the same shirt.  Great minds think alike!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It has been a long time since I have written on my blog.  Well, let me think what has been going on.  I am now in a bunco group.  We meet once a month on the first Tuesday of the month.  It is eight of us that get together and play.  We are all teachers at my wonderful school.  It is a lot of fun.  I got bunco 3 times this month!  I was excited to be able to wear the crown.  I have also been to Houston, MS twice to visit my family.  The first  time I went my friend Melody came to my parent's house as well and stayed with me there.  It was a lot of fun.  The bad news though was that I got sick Saturday and was running fever.  I was still in good spirits though because Melody was there and I was trying to be strong.  Although, I ended up getting upset because it was slowing me down.  I ended up having a really bad sinus infection and had to miss school for two days.  I was not happy to miss school.  Although, I am a firm believer that God will slow you down when you don't rest and that is just what he did.  Then I went to Kosciusko and Houston, MS for Thanksgiving.  We met at my Mee Maw's to spend the night and eat Thanksgiving dinner.  My parents, sister and her boyfriend, and my aunt and uncle came.  We also took Christmas card pictures which is always an adventure.  That Saturday we had Thanksgiving with my mom's side of the family.  There were 61 of us there.  It was a lot of fun.  School has been good.  My students are doing well.  Lindsay and I have been Christmas shopping several times since the last time I wrote on my blog.  We are pretty much through shopping.  Well, I am fixing to have to go back to school.  We are testing this week at other schools in the district so, I have been able to come home for lunch.  :)  I will write back soon and let you know what is going on.  I am excited about the possibility of SNOW tomorrow!  YAY!!  I am going to get a good picture of my family and post it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661106035903845025-4685491626648219472?l=brookeadams81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/4685491626648219472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661106035903845025&amp;postID=4685491626648219472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/4685491626648219472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/4685491626648219472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time.html' title='A long time.......'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SUAByfEL7zI/AAAAAAAAABk/t4rBOxpxtIs/s72-c/Waverley+4-08+to+7-08+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661106035903845025.post-8279547663808123619</id><published>2008-10-21T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:54:21.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burn</title><content type='html'>Well, I was so excited to sleep in on Monday because we didn't have to be at school early.  We were having parent/teacher conference day so we did not have to be there until 10:00.  Well, I slept in and started getting ready.  I was almost through and the last thing I had to do was my hair.  I had already straightened one layer of my hair and had started on the next.  I knew the straightener cord was under my foot but did not realize I didn't have a lot of give way when I picked up the straightener.  I picked up the straightener and it slipped through my hand.  My ring finger and pinky wrapped around the inside of the straightener to catch it and I immediately felt the burn and threw the straightener down.  At first I shook my hand and tried to shake it off but the pain was horrific.  I put my hand under cold water and called my mom and dad to ask then what I should do to stop the pain.  I put it under cold water immediately and left if there a while.  I could not take my hand out from under the water without horrible shooting pains.  I then put aloe on my fingers and then realized I could not finish my hair and I was no where close to being done.  I called by friend Lindsay and she offered to come finish fixing my hair.  I was so glad she did.  She also had to cut up my waffle for me.  Now that's a Best Friend!!  She brought some burn spray and we wrapped my fingers up and went to school.  I had so many complements on my hair that day.  It was so funny.  She did a marvelous job.  Through out the day my finger throbbed and hurt a little but not as bad.  Today my fingers are better.  My ring finger is a little numb on the tip but my pinky suffered a second degree burn.  It is swollen, red, and is developing a blister.  The top layer was completely burned off.  I cannot feel the top of that finger at all.  I will be nursing it for a while I do believe.  Anyway, that is my story.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661106035903845025-8279547663808123619?l=brookeadams81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/8279547663808123619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661106035903845025&amp;postID=8279547663808123619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/8279547663808123619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/8279547663808123619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/2008/10/burn.html' title='The Burn'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661106035903845025.post-6448229596452394021</id><published>2008-10-16T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:41:36.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulfport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SPfSDsMs2zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qStoJA2kzWg/s1600-h/Christian%3B+Gulfport+Oct.+2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SPfSDsMs2zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qStoJA2kzWg/s320/Christian%3B+Gulfport+Oct.+2008+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257902050824215346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SPfQ9C4wAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t9KDmuT2naw/s1600-h/Christian%3B+Gulfport+Oct.+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SPfQ9C4wAqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t9KDmuT2naw/s320/Christian%3B+Gulfport+Oct.+2008+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257900837143839394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday after school I headed down to Gulfport to see my best friend Jennifer, Jonathan, and Christian.  I got down there just in time for us to go to supper at Jonathan's aunt's house celebrating his step-mother's birthday.  It was fun to see and talk to his family.  They treat me like I am part of the family.  I think it is funny because Jonathan's little niece and nephew come up to me and hug me like I am family.  That night, Jennifer, Jonathan, and I watched a scary movie.  This is a favorite past time of ours that we used to do pretty regularly before they moved.  On Saturday, we went to Wal-Mart and I bought Christian some outfits.  Jennifer also cut my hair.  This is the shortest hair I have had in a while because I get very nervous when my hair is above my shoulders.  I am still getting used to it.  We then went to Jonathan's mom's house for supper that night.  We then watched another scary movie.  Oh..and that night I saw the biggest roach of my life.  I was terrified.  On Sunday, we went to church and I sang in the choir with Jennifer.  We then went to eat at the favorite family restaurant Piccadilly (however you spell it).   I decided not to go to handbells at church that night so I stayed a little longer.  I rocked Christian to sleep standing up before I left.  He was out!  I have the special touch.  :)  I had a lot of fun down there.  I am excited Jennifer is coming up this weekend for a few hours to do a little bit of last minute things at the old house in Clinton.  I miss my friends. :(  I am going to have to go to Houston soon though to see my family because it has been a while since I have been in Houston.  Hopefully, I will get to see Melody also when I go up.  Well this is long but I will write back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661106035903845025-6448229596452394021?l=brookeadams81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/6448229596452394021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661106035903845025&amp;postID=6448229596452394021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/6448229596452394021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/6448229596452394021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/2008/10/gulfport.html' title='Gulfport'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/SPfSDsMs2zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qStoJA2kzWg/s72-c/Christian%3B+Gulfport+Oct.+2008+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661106035903845025.post-9117498714237712920</id><published>2008-10-08T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:23:39.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times!</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I went to Tylertown to spend the weekend with the Murrell's.  They are some good family friends.  The oldest daughter left today to begin boot camp for the Navy.  I went down there Friday to spend the weekend with her before she left.  We had a great time watching scary movies and just hanging out.  I can't believe I won't see her for a while.  She may get to come home for Christmas but will probably be gone for 5 years with little communication.  On Monday, Lindsay, Brittany, and I went to the fair.  I was the only one that rode a ride.  Lindsay watched and Brittany half way watched because even watching me made her nervous.  I usually eat supper before I go to the fair so I can eat sweets.  This time I decided to eat supper there.  I won't make that mistake again.  I will stick to eating the sweets there.  We had a great time though!  This weekend I will be headed to Gulfport to visit Jennifer.  That will be a fun trip as well.  Well, I am headed to bed.  I will update this soon with pictures I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661106035903845025-9117498714237712920?l=brookeadams81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/9117498714237712920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661106035903845025&amp;postID=9117498714237712920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/9117498714237712920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/9117498714237712920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661106035903845025.post-4647499286317245681</id><published>2008-09-27T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:10:00.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Rebels!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I am very excited that the Rebels won today.  I was with Lindsay working at the school and we watched the game.  It was very exciting.  Lindsay watched it with me even though she is a Bulldog fan.  Go Ole Miss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661106035903845025-4647499286317245681?l=brookeadams81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/4647499286317245681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661106035903845025&amp;postID=4647499286317245681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/4647499286317245681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/4647499286317245681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-rebels.html' title='Go Rebels!!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661106035903845025.post-1796050564495764898</id><published>2008-09-27T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:33:18.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week</title><content type='html'>My week at school was busy.  I have a great group this year but my schedule is packed.  Lindsay and I also went walking with some friends this week.  We walked 5 miles one day and 3 the other two days.  I really enjoy walking.  We have a great time talking and you feel better after you exercise.  We also went to a softball game and walked around the park there.  Church is good also.  I teach children's choir and we had 24 this week.  I told them I would give them a pizza party if we had 25 in choir.  I think I will go ahead and give them the pizza party even though we were one short of our goal.  I have a good group.  I am singing a solo in church tomorrow.  I am very excited but I am sure I will probably be a little nervous tomorrow.  I have some friends coming to the service so I am also excited about that as well.  Well, that is all I have for now.  I will write soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661106035903845025-1796050564495764898?l=brookeadams81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/1796050564495764898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661106035903845025&amp;postID=1796050564495764898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/1796050564495764898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/1796050564495764898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-week.html' title='This week'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5661106035903845025.post-7442246827046791931</id><published>2008-09-21T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:29:33.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Now Have A Blog</title><content type='html'>Well, my friend Lindsay talked me into getting a blog.  I have been saying I was going to make one.  Last night Lindsay and I went to eat at McAlister's, went to Wal-Mart, and then decided to create a blog for me.  We laughed most of the time while making this blog because we are just silly needless to say.  I am going to try my best to keep up with it.  We will see how it goes.  :)   Well, I am headed to the school with Lindsay to get some school work done.  Yes, I know it is Sunday.  Oh...well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5661106035903845025-7442246827046791931?l=brookeadams81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/feeds/7442246827046791931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5661106035903845025&amp;postID=7442246827046791931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/7442246827046791931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5661106035903845025/posts/default/7442246827046791931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookeadams81.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-now-have-blog.html' title='I Now Have A Blog'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16814599818459828242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oTmBSHf7qZU/Srgf7KjomwI/AAAAAAAAACY/UmmAL3pLwLo/S220/DSC02066.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
