<?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-6196901235337064072</id><updated>2011-10-10T16:34:32.529-07:00</updated><category term='Nutrition'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Haircut'/><title type='text'>Brody needs an HG in KC</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-419234457773721185</id><published>2011-06-29T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T17:02:53.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2TV_b_55cY/Tgu8_hJHu5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Z5OxWOzW6T0/s1600/foggy-landscape-photo-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2TV_b_55cY/Tgu8_hJHu5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Z5OxWOzW6T0/s400/foggy-landscape-photo-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623796359116602258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvet4yZVjMM/Tgu87z2afxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/addnkhyqDzQ/s1600/foggy-landscape-photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvet4yZVjMM/Tgu87z2afxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/addnkhyqDzQ/s400/foggy-landscape-photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623796295418937106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SUkewzKkD0/Tgu84yGdpII/AAAAAAAAAN4/XM-NXoEqsdQ/s1600/fogy%2Btree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SUkewzKkD0/Tgu84yGdpII/AAAAAAAAAN4/XM-NXoEqsdQ/s400/fogy%2Btree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623796243409773698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwg2U8AiCiM/Tgu8zzSu6OI/AAAAAAAAANw/vkh1nJbP3Ro/s1600/foggy-landscape-photo-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwg2U8AiCiM/Tgu8zzSu6OI/AAAAAAAAANw/vkh1nJbP3Ro/s400/foggy-landscape-photo-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623796157830326498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMPqmHvB_Mw/Tgu8vBoXeMI/AAAAAAAAANo/ItpSobTk97o/s1600/tall%2Btree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMPqmHvB_Mw/Tgu8vBoXeMI/AAAAAAAAANo/ItpSobTk97o/s400/tall%2Btree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623796075779815618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-419234457773721185?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/419234457773721185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=419234457773721185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/419234457773721185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/419234457773721185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2011/06/pictures.html' title='Cool Trees'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2TV_b_55cY/Tgu8_hJHu5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Z5OxWOzW6T0/s72-c/foggy-landscape-photo-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5279461331492381535</id><published>2011-06-28T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:57:24.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOUT</title><content type='html'>I found a company or app that I think is gonna be big.  it's called shout!  So for all you sports fans, this is an app (or a text message game) which gives you trivia questions or questions about the event and by answering them correctly you win money or free stuff.  They currently don't have the app for droid (coming in 3 weeks or so) but they do have the iphone app right now.  I've been using the text message version and it works perfectly fine.  I have played while during the US Open (golf) and the NBA draft.  While i have told other friends about it and they have won things, i haven't yet. ha!  But i think it's a fun way to watch the sports event, or a fun way to win free stuff or money.  For example if you are the first person to answer the question right, you get 15 bucks!  If you go to shout.tv (don't put .com on it) then you will be able to sign up.   http://shout.tv/signup/Brody31 For the referral code put brody31 there. (that's me) .  I just checked the website and they just put down some baseball games they will be doing it for.  So sign up before july 3rd.  And it's totally free.  If you have any questions about it, just call me or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://shout.tv/signup/Brody31&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5279461331492381535?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5279461331492381535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5279461331492381535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5279461331492381535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5279461331492381535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2011/06/shout.html' title='SHOUT'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-6723878191884323809</id><published>2011-03-12T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T07:13:23.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boards Study Time</title><content type='html'>So just to update people who read, which is Kjirstin and Matt/Reagan (who already know everything i talk about on here anyways) haha.  If i get a comment from someone else who is reading this then great!  Boards are in a week and i started studying for them finally.  I am starting with my most difficult subject for me, micro biology.  It is a lot of memorization for me, but i will nail it, don't you worry.  So this is spring break, and a full week of studying will make me tired after boards, so i hope i can handle it all.  Wish me luck... i will make a better post after boards, or maybe sometime i need a break this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-6723878191884323809?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/6723878191884323809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=6723878191884323809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6723878191884323809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6723878191884323809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2011/03/boards-study-time.html' title='Boards Study Time'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-4431942689664197511</id><published>2011-02-20T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:59:07.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart warm weather</title><content type='html'>So it started to warm up finally.  The snow is almost totally melted and i busted out my shorts today for the first time.  I feel awesome!  So some great feelings when it is warm is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Driving with the windows down&lt;br /&gt;2. Putting your hand out the window and letting the wind move it up and down&lt;br /&gt;3. Running outside (it will happen soon)&lt;br /&gt;4. I got to go play football again! I hope you enjoy the video a made from a surprise i got after playing football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-21026d9907241ced" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21026d9907241ced%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331340818%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12A1F29133DE2A8A25BDB52170230890D16A94F7.7E163FF1CCC88D1E2E09F007073B4B560091D0AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21026d9907241ced%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN96jEnQ7LTIgjXuj6Km1pkF1i1A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21026d9907241ced%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331340818%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12A1F29133DE2A8A25BDB52170230890D16A94F7.7E163FF1CCC88D1E2E09F007073B4B560091D0AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21026d9907241ced%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN96jEnQ7LTIgjXuj6Km1pkF1i1A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Opening the windows to have a breeze comin in the house&lt;br /&gt;6. Putting away all the winter clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all i have for now,  But i hope everyone is loving the warm weather if they have some themselves and go take advantage of it!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-4431942689664197511?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/4431942689664197511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=4431942689664197511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4431942689664197511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4431942689664197511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-heart-warm-weather.html' title='I heart warm weather'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-3952804239036377757</id><published>2011-02-02T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:57:47.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green</title><content type='html'>So i'm not as cool as most people because i don't have anything too exciting with a HG or anything to use this song on a slide show or anything.  So lucky you guys, you get the music video.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new hot song don't worry.... you better watch/listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who reads this blog will like it... that means you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qFgLUzCRx4g" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-3952804239036377757?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/3952804239036377757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=3952804239036377757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3952804239036377757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3952804239036377757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2011/02/green.html' title='Green'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qFgLUzCRx4g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-3302199969918942534</id><published>2011-02-02T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:17:11.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KC Blizzard 2011</title><content type='html'>This trimester is the most that we have ever had school cancelled! Which we heard when we started school was very very unlikely.  We got snow snow and more snow.  We had tuesday and wednesday with snow days and no school.  I kinda haven't had much to do, but i used my time to study for boards, and practice my chiropractic skillz.  The snow reminds me of a normal winter in colorado.  When coming home from matt's and reagan's place last night I was running into knee high snow.  Here are some picture of the craziness....from my window of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUnR3wcyhoI/AAAAAAAAANE/aEwR_eDnYNw/s1600/DSC01838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUnR3wcyhoI/AAAAAAAAANE/aEwR_eDnYNw/s400/DSC01838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569213170048992898"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK this didn't turn out as I wanted... But the snow isn't coming down vertically, it's coming down horizontally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-43505c4d4a44db34" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43505c4d4a44db34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331340818%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63D5C308816D5B0D0C46434014EBF00F6AA53943.529DC85281E6CAE504607A7F36BA55F3E9D7CB69%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43505c4d4a44db34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4pwZclQTd8Btl68fo9oFlMNmAA0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43505c4d4a44db34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331340818%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63D5C308816D5B0D0C46434014EBF00F6AA53943.529DC85281E6CAE504607A7F36BA55F3E9D7CB69%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43505c4d4a44db34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4pwZclQTd8Btl68fo9oFlMNmAA0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now compare tuesday to wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUnSyG1xKkI/AAAAAAAAANM/-19P8tr3oXo/s1600/DSC01837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUnSyG1xKkI/AAAAAAAAANM/-19P8tr3oXo/s400/DSC01837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569214172491754050"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUnTOgXQ6eI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZgF2OlRvHwQ/s1600/DSC01843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUnTOgXQ6eI/AAAAAAAAANU/ZgF2OlRvHwQ/s400/DSC01843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569214660379470306"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-3302199969918942534?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/3302199969918942534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=3302199969918942534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3302199969918942534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3302199969918942534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2011/02/kc-blizzard-2011.html' title='KC Blizzard 2011'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUnR3wcyhoI/AAAAAAAAANE/aEwR_eDnYNw/s72-c/DSC01838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-3850437203000249686</id><published>2011-01-28T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:34:40.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brody 5.0</title><content type='html'>Lots of planning went into this day... yesterday i went to the grocery store to buy my food which consists of things i haven't eaten in 3 weeks.  This included things such as milk, bread, cheese,  but also consisted of sour creme dip, cookies, m&amp;ms, and dr. pepper.  I know I have been anti pop for a while, but i decided i needed a way to celebrate completion of my diet so just a little now and none after will be ok.  I got home and it was so hard not to eat anything i bought since I technically was still on the diet.  In the morning i woke up and the first thing i ate was a home-made cookie that i kept from a gathering 2 days earlier....yes i planned ahead. :)  I ate 3 of those cookies which tasted sooo sugary, i loved it.  I then started eating a cupcake which made me feel not so well and threw it away after my bite. Who would of thought....Brody throwing away a cupcake?  When i bought my M&amp;Ms the huge bag was on sale and such a better deal.  But knowing there were lots of bad stuff there i payed normal price on the normal size bag.  I think the diet has helped me.  I knew today was a day of celebration so for my workout i up-ed my milage to 5 miles!  So that was pretty good.  I took lunch at buffalo wild wings and ate 10 wings (parmesan garlic, which i would recommend).  While other celebrated with beer, i still get to celebrate with my dr. pepper.  We figured the calories were 1560 for my lunch which is probably more then a whole day when i was on the diet.  But don't you worry.... that's why i ran FIVE miles. :P  I also decided to keep eating well and try to buff up a little.  I did the BMI scale and i came out to 27.2 which is over weight.... yes BMI sucks at telling if your over weight or not since i'm so huge in my muscles but i think i can do better.  I will start workin with my abs while cardio will be increased.  I will then become BRODY 5.0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BODY TYPE            standard&lt;br /&gt;GENDER                 male&lt;br /&gt;AGE                        25&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT                  5ft 11in&lt;br /&gt;WEIGHT                  195 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;BMI                          27.2&lt;br /&gt;FAT%                       25.%&lt;br /&gt;BMR                         8451 k J&lt;br /&gt;                                 2020kcal&lt;br /&gt;IMPEDANCE           536 (weird sign i can't find on the computer)&lt;br /&gt;FAT MASS               49.0 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;FFM                         146.0 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;TBW                         106.8 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;DESIRABLE RANGE&lt;br /&gt;FAT%                        8-20%&lt;br /&gt;FAT MASS                12.6 - 36.6 lbs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-3850437203000249686?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/3850437203000249686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=3850437203000249686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3850437203000249686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3850437203000249686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2011/01/brody-50.html' title='Brody 5.0'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-1811779008753521965</id><published>2011-01-27T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:06:23.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggie Galor</title><content type='html'>Indeed... I would call this diet veggie galor.  Let me take you on a trip of diet that might make you sick.  Well hopefully not, but maybe.  I decided to do the standard process detoxification diet.  If i were to recommend this to anyone i would like to tell them how it is with experience.  Now most people reading this blog knows how i eat.  So make a 180 degree shift to this diet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1- Day 7&lt;br /&gt;Eat just fruits and vegetables with a ratio of 2:1 eating more vegetables then fruits.  Nothing else.  Well besides the shakes which were to be taken 2-3 times a day.  This consisted of what they call SP Complete which has whey protein and vegetable roots and stuff in it.  Just to name a couple things... brussels sprouts, kale, alfalfa, buckwheat.... you can just imagine it.  Also in the shake is whole food fiber, and these nasty pills (i can't swallow them so i had to put them in my shakes every time)  The pills are to be taken 7 at a time 3 times a day.  So it made me have 3 shakes a day no matter what.  And then i added fruit and water and some flax oil.  Yummy... very chalky, but you can get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Day 8- Day 10&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 was the day where it was all the same except we changed the pills from those to SP green food...these didn't taste as bad and i only had to have 5 at a time twice a day. (helped me lessen my shakes per day)&lt;br /&gt;Day 11- Day 21&lt;br /&gt;This is the same plus adding in meat, which was chicken and fish... half being fish.  Wild caught fish, which is pricey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran about 2 miles a day also while on the diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUIwDNyerPI/AAAAAAAAALc/qQ3gok3FQQM/s1600/DSC01809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUIwDNyerPI/AAAAAAAAALc/qQ3gok3FQQM/s400/DSC01809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567064921182481650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my fridge transformed into... Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUIyAX-kIBI/AAAAAAAAALk/j-6blXymyjU/s1600/DSC01823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUIyAX-kIBI/AAAAAAAAALk/j-6blXymyjU/s400/DSC01823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567067071401173010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my wild caught salmon going into the oven....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUIyZqMH5CI/AAAAAAAAALs/8nqH8PhN7ZE/s1600/DSC01824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUIyZqMH5CI/AAAAAAAAALs/8nqH8PhN7ZE/s400/DSC01824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567067505786610722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an example of dinner.... this was the last day, so it's not as good as when i began... i started getting lazy at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Today is my last day and i feel good, obeyed all the rules and didn't even cheat once!  I have lost 13 lbs. in 3 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-1811779008753521965?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/1811779008753521965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=1811779008753521965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/1811779008753521965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/1811779008753521965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2011/01/veggie-galor.html' title='Veggie Galor'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/TUIwDNyerPI/AAAAAAAAALc/qQ3gok3FQQM/s72-c/DSC01809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-1216284171460733840</id><published>2011-01-03T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:05:03.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEARS</title><content type='html'>A New year has came and i've been doing some thinking about life.  I have made some goals which usually doesn't happen, because it's usually well into january before i realize i forgot to make goals.  I am hoping to become a better person and become brody 4.0.  (I think i'm about at the 4th update of myself)  Sometimes we want something so much even though we know it might not be the best.  That's how i feel with some things right now.  I am ready to make more friends and be a better person.  Happy New Years to all you that still come and visit my blog which i can count on one hand, or just call and tell you everything i just typed here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-1216284171460733840?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/1216284171460733840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=1216284171460733840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/1216284171460733840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/1216284171460733840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years.html' title='NEW YEARS'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-1887857840345189371</id><published>2010-11-18T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:13:15.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back, I'm back</title><content type='html'>So I am in class one day.. bored... even though i should be paying attention to skeletal radiology lecture.. learning about osgood-schlatters disease and osteochondritis dissecans.  I decided to check out the blog world (meaning all your blogs)  I was surprised that i didn't even know you had blogs (travis and aly, thanks for telling me!) Ha.  So this message is my come back to my blog,  it's been almost a year since i've written on here.   And things have changed....   I will slowly start updating everyone on my life.  I will need to start taking pictures more so that it's not all words here. And i hope u will all remember that i'm still alive and still looking for an HG in KC ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-1887857840345189371?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/1887857840345189371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=1887857840345189371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/1887857840345189371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/1887857840345189371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-back-im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back, I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-6804663712208509578</id><published>2009-12-14T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:30:05.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>Finals are right now and well it takes up most of my time.  Doing that and taking much needed breaks by calling people and watching redbox movies has been my life for a while now.  As of right now, i just took my biochem final, who knows how i did, just hoping i passed so i don't have to retake the final or the class.  4 done and 4 to go.  My ability to study has gone down from the motivation of retaking biochem to the motivation of just getting the rest of the finals done with.  Wish me luck in my endeavor to move onto a long wanting of tri 3.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone else is in finals right now, this clip might help....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='560' height='345' id='FiveminPlayer' classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name='allowfullscreen' value='true'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.5min.com/Embeded/155856081/'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='window' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name='FiveminPlayer' src='http://www.5min.com/Embeded/155856081/' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='560' height='345' allowfullscreen='true' allowScriptAccess='always' wmode='window'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.5min.com/Video/How-to-Overcome-Test-Anxiety-155856081' style='font-family: Verdana;font-size: 10px;' target='_blank'&gt;Overcome Test Anxiety&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-6804663712208509578?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/6804663712208509578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=6804663712208509578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6804663712208509578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6804663712208509578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/12/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-8285223786607026076</id><published>2009-12-04T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:01:49.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeze out</title><content type='html'>So the other day i was riding in the car with charlie and matt heading home from school.  We carpool since we all live close and have the same schedule.  So it became freezing here in kansas the past couples days.  And well boys will be boys and well someone stepped on a duck, well a couple ducks.  Everyone likes their own scent, with that the others who didn't fart opened their windows.  Well i would rather bask in the smell than be freezing cold in the back seat with the windows down.  Charlie decided to do a little freeze out.  Oh the good days when i would drive wilma and we would be all cold.  I don't know if age has to do with it, but i no longer like those crazy freeze outs.  Though in a way i guess i kinda do.  I say this because i'm kinda doing a freeze out myself in my house.  I have not turned on my heat yet thus far.  I just checked how low it's been getting here, and it is about 22 degrees.  Yes i know if brandon would read this he would say that's nothing, but well i'm in kansas and it's freakin cold!  I walk around the house with my sweatshirts on and sleep with them on as well, because that's when its the coldest.  Sweatpants hoodie and 3 blankets and the bed sheet.  It does the trick.  It just feels like i live in the freezing cold house i did at byu with kevin.  I'm hoping to at least make it 2 more weeks or so until i go home for Christmas.  Some may call me cheap, some may call me crazy, but hey i'm single and no one else will complain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-8285223786607026076?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/8285223786607026076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=8285223786607026076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/8285223786607026076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/8285223786607026076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/12/freeze-out.html' title='Freeze out'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-4330802051407281417</id><published>2009-12-01T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:48:50.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Store</title><content type='html'>I'm back.  I thought my following story was blog worthy, and good enough to start blogging again.  So I got another calling in my ward, FHE chair.  So i'm in charge of doing FHE and making sure my committee gets it done.  This week i decided we were going to make gingerbread houses with graham crackers and candy and all that.  I'm still busy with school, especially now because we have a test everyday until the end pretty much.  So i made sure i left enough time to drive to walmart and think of good candies to put on the gingerbread houses.  I carefully choose each bag of candy hoping these were going to be the best houses ever!  I kept on remembering other supplies i needed to make the frosting, including the eggs and powered sugar, some cream of tartar.  Then i need foil and so on.  Well i got all my supplies within an hour of being at the store and i decided i was good.  But then i had a thought, we need people to be living in these houses.... Gummy bears...... perfect for people.  So i park my cart away from the aisle to make room for other shoppers.  I ALWAYS park the cart, i mean its not like anyone is gonna walk into the store and want exactly everything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0IZlNotLB0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0IZlNotLB0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i get my gummy bears really quick and and go back to where i thought i parked my cart. And it was gone.  I thought wow ok where did i park this thing? Oh it must be by the eggs, or by the sugar.  Nope, i walked back and forth from where i thought i left my cart for about 5 minutes, while doing so i inspected everybody's cart who walked by me.  I thought wow seriously, is someone else making gingerbread houses and need all the same supplies? As i walked around thinking maybe someone was playing a joke  on me i knew i would be soon late to start FHE.  I ran to get a new cart and ran all over the store throwing the supplies into the cart and dashing through the candy aisle just tossing everything on the side into my cart.  Yes, it was a scene.  Everyone was looking at me and i didn't care.  Not knowing hat the time was since my phone is broken, i found the smallest line for the check out.  Unfortunately it was the slowest checker ever.  He seriously took forever. I ran outside threw everything in my car while people still looking at me.  I hurried and sped to the church building where i was just in time luckily to start fhe.   The houses didn't turn out as great as i would of hoped.  Not because of the lack of artistic ability in the ward, but i think because of the horrible frosting recipe that i found.  I hope this story teaches everyone to not park your cart in the store, take it through the aisle, it doesn't matter how crowded it is!   I hope this story helps kick off the winter wonderland we all hope for during this time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-4330802051407281417?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/4330802051407281417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=4330802051407281417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4330802051407281417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4330802051407281417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/12/grocery-store.html' title='Grocery Store'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-1295158384095810168</id><published>2009-09-09T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:26:43.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone want some cool t-shirts?</title><content type='html'>here are some good sites i took forever to find.....&lt;br /&gt;1. Threadless.com&lt;br /&gt;These are so far the best tees i have found that i would actually wear... here is a coupon link if you are thinking of buying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.couponit.com/goto.couponit?s=threadless&amp;streetteam=brody31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. www.woot.shirt.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is cool because there is a new shirt to check out everyday.  So if you are in the office or in class bored, it's something that takes no time to see if you like one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. www.teefury.com&lt;br /&gt;These shirts are decent, i only ordered one, but they r cool too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-1295158384095810168?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/1295158384095810168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=1295158384095810168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/1295158384095810168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/1295158384095810168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/09/anyone-want-some-cool-t-shirts.html' title='Anyone want some cool t-shirts?'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-7639680581053511215</id><published>2009-08-13T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:23:50.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here</title><content type='html'>So I’m really glad only 2 people said anything to me about my 3 month break from my blog.  So it’s not that I’m busy unlike provo.  I think it is because i live by myself and writing on my blog seems boring when your by yourself looking for something fun to do. P.S. I give Travis is big frowny face right now for calling my out on the FB.  Now everyone knows about my blog, that is NOT what I want! There goes half my stories about making fun of people or explaining how awkward things are.&lt;br /&gt;I have made so many new friends here in Kansas City, but the sad news is that most of them are leaving to go back to school.  If you are wondering about my love life, there is none.  This is what you missed if you did miss….&lt;br /&gt;- Short little thing with Megan &lt;br /&gt; -  wasn’t for me&lt;br /&gt;-Couple hang outs with Lindsey nicknamed LC&lt;br /&gt; - She left for provo and my heart was broken&lt;br /&gt;-a date and weird conversations with Ashley&lt;br /&gt; - She’s a RM and decides one day she will flirt with me and then the next not.&lt;br /&gt;-The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much nothing.  But that’s all about my love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found the perfect place to get internet in my apartment.  I gotta hold it up as high as I can in the air and walk over to the corner by the tv and George Washington picture.  Then I will get internet for sure.  So I’m glad I can get internet if I really need it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hopefully get posting more and more.  But just thought I better write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-7639680581053511215?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/7639680581053511215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=7639680581053511215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7639680581053511215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7639680581053511215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m Here'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5424475350153976552</id><published>2009-06-15T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:34:43.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiropractics and ME.</title><content type='html'>I was able to get my physical done this pasy week which consisted of every ortho test your can imagine, tons of paperwork, and some palpation to my spine.  Caleb, my intern is in tri 8 of 10 and was the student who was assigned to do my physical and start treating me.  My physical went fine and there was nothing wrong with any of my dermatones, reactions, or any of a bodily functions.  But i did mention to him my lower back pain which seems to be a complaint to many normal working people.  In fact, most of the soilders who return from overseas have this same problem and well it's their #1 problem with those overseas.  So he palpated my spine and found all the vertabrae that were out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was able to get my results and get my first adjustment.  Now something important is that i had only been adjusted once by someone who wasn't that good.  I got my neck cracked first and it felt the best right after all the pops. Felt free and in charge of my head.  He did many different adjustments and techniques for my back and the adjustments showed successful.  He checked it by before adjusting my back i layed on my stomach and lifted my leg as high as i could without bending my knees.  He then adjusted me and i did it again.  He said it was the best difference he had seen from all his adjusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided i needed to put this adjustment to the test and in my mind i was cured.  I thought a 4 mile rule will for sure put it to the test because i haven't ran that far in a while.  Even though i was mocked and humiliated for my chiropractic claims of curing me, i pushed through the hard run in the heating hot humid kansas sun.  My back felt way better than before when i run.  I usually would rate my pain as a 7 out of 10.  Today i gave it a 3 out of 10.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know adjustments don't always work with just one adjustment, but it did with me showing me the real deal of chiropractics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5424475350153976552?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5424475350153976552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5424475350153976552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5424475350153976552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5424475350153976552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/06/chiropractics-and-me_15.html' title='Chiropractics and ME.'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5599146235801391858</id><published>2009-06-15T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:09:08.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiropractics and ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5599146235801391858?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5599146235801391858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5599146235801391858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5599146235801391858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5599146235801391858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/06/chiropractics-and-me.html' title='Chiropractics and ME.'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-1069544627247517606</id><published>2009-05-30T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:12:28.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Thought 1:&lt;br /&gt;According to facebook my friends who have taken this "IQ" test follows as is:(smartest to not)&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;Stephen&lt;br /&gt;Nate &lt;br /&gt;Travis&lt;br /&gt;They ranked you like that even though i KNOW you all didn't take their IQ test, but just thought i'd let ya know thats what facebook thinks of you all. And i really don't know how you would all rank, but i'm pretty sure i would be last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought 2:&lt;br /&gt;24601, i never know what they mean when they always shout that.... yeah you all probably don't know what i'm talking about, but it would be cool if you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought 3: &lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not completing my goal of the 3 week thing, haha.  But since nate didn't keep the paper and it blew away in the provo wind, there is no documented proof of such a goal, so i think i will be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought 4:&lt;br /&gt;I really hope i wouldn't be like the nephites who rejected samuel the lamanite.... or be prideful like them.  Something to work on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought 5:&lt;br /&gt;Girl scetch plan is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;There is volleyball after institute on thursdays here.  I need to get some mad volleyball skills and show so good moves.  maybe start with a BUMP, to SET up for the SPIKE.  We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought 6:&lt;br /&gt;So if you didn't get informed, it was 3 dollar graphic t-shirt day at old navy.  Which was freaking awesome because i wanted some another time i went there, but thought they were a little too expensive before.  So i got there and thought they would be all picked over but luckily i found some good ones underneath and such.  So i got the limit....which was 5.  PS i didn't get any of yours matt! :) though the headphone one was really tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going good here, my apartment is pretty much all set up getting my tv the other day.  I will be studying a little more because tests are coming soon.  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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-2258512919776622434</id><published>2009-05-04T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:08:34.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Commercials</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdK9zSl2cgE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdK9zSl2cgE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2258512919776622434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2258512919776622434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-commercials.html' title='Good Commercials'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-7504711682298274999</id><published>2009-05-03T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:50:46.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle/ Graduation</title><content type='html'>To see pictures of Seattle and graduation please take my detour to my facebook album titled Seattle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-7504711682298274999?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/7504711682298274999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=7504711682298274999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7504711682298274999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7504711682298274999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/05/seattle-graduation.html' title='Seattle/ Graduation'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-2597773535578805609</id><published>2009-04-21T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:02:59.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have lower back pain as well. What do you know.</title><content type='html'>An article in the May 2009 edition of Consumer Reports features the results of an extensive survey reporting on subscribers experiencing low back pain.  One of the primary outcomes was patient satisfaction with treatment providers. Over 14,000 respondents participated in the study.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the survey highlights,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1)       Survey respondents tried an average of five or six different treatments over the course of just a year.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2)       About 80 percent of the adults in the U.S. have been bothered by back pain at some point. More than half said the pain severely limited their daily routine for a week or longer and 88 percent said it recurred throughout the year. &lt;br /&gt;Who helped the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The percentage of people highly (completely or very) satisfied with their back-pain treatments and advice varied by practitioner visited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professional                  Highly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Chiropractor                        59%&lt;br /&gt;Physical therapist                  55%&lt;br /&gt;Acupuncturist                       53%&lt;br /&gt;Physician, specialist               44%&lt;br /&gt;Physician, primary-care doctor      34%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-2597773535578805609?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/2597773535578805609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=2597773535578805609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2597773535578805609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2597773535578805609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-lower-back-pain-as-well-what-do.html' title='I have lower back pain as well. What do you know.'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-3224770575972269063</id><published>2009-04-20T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:32:59.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot Graduate!</title><content type='html'>So i'm done with my last final of my whole entire byu career.  Wow and it feels the same as if i was just starting, weird.  So i actually only have a few more times to walk on campus which is kinda wierd to think about since i'm always somewhere on campus doing something.  I decided to use my sell back book money to get to byu gear so i can represent in ks.  I got a really expensive hoody thing, a t shirt which i hope to shrink a little, and some basketball shorts.  I don't really know what to do right now, i mean i guess i could start packing to leave utah, or watch a basketball game (nuggs dominated last night) Anyways i don't think this post even makes since.  But i'm soon gonna be in kansas with the same thing i'm feeling right now.  Should i watch tv or do something. haha.  Well this i do know. I proved third eye blind wrong because i'm graduating.  This was a big person goal of mine to graduate from a big known school, and for that reason i transfered from byu-i to byu.  I feel like i have really learned a lot how to study and to actually learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-3224770575972269063?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/3224770575972269063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=3224770575972269063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3224770575972269063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3224770575972269063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/04/cannot-graduate.html' title='Cannot Graduate!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-2651041093227048108</id><published>2009-04-13T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:19:23.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter!</title><content type='html'>So the easter bunny same to our apartment somehow.  Ok i confess i was the easter bunny for my roommates.  So i pilled these eggs with hints to find the next egg and eventually it would lead them to their super fun bag of candy which wasn't too exciting but hey i did do what i had.  So thinking these roommates have lived in this house for a long time, and they know it pretty good.  I can't just do this the easy way, plus college students, like make this harder which will equal funner (yes i know it aint a work) (aint either)  So these i began the first clue writing each name of my roommates on a paper and putting the clue to their first egg.  So lets just say only 1 out of the 4 found their first clue without another hint.  Wow. Each went along trying to figure out the clues to their next egg.  Some decided they didn't want to use the clue and just started looking for eggs.  Yeah that messed it up! because that egg was for someone else's path! Wow KEvin thanks for ruining the egg hunt! OK put that egg back because its not yours.  Ok now think about the clue, and that is where the egg will be.  So eventually people started thinking and found their eggs besides kevin, yeah i needed to give him extra clues for each clue i had for him. But i'm just glad easter was still present in our apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SePIaoDqteI/AAAAAAAAALA/CDy9mZBtRt8/s1600-h/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SePIaoDqteI/AAAAAAAAALA/CDy9mZBtRt8/s400/easter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324319544237012450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SePIC3j1xbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/59tkxrFBiSI/s1600-h/easter-bunny-motorcycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SePIC3j1xbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/59tkxrFBiSI/s400/easter-bunny-motorcycle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324319136081626546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SePH_2fboiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_YnR3IEt9sw/s1600-h/hip-hop-easter-chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SePH_2fboiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_YnR3IEt9sw/s400/hip-hop-easter-chick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324319084255093282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-2651041093227048108?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/2651041093227048108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=2651041093227048108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2651041093227048108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2651041093227048108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SePIaoDqteI/AAAAAAAAALA/CDy9mZBtRt8/s72-c/easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-4260792538573851547</id><published>2009-04-09T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:01:05.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tot action</title><content type='html'>So i hate sonic commercials and i know some either love them but most of us hate them. Well ever since i saw this certain commerical i think its way funny.  And well i even tell people to look it up on google, so i thought if i like it that much it might go into the category of my fav videos along with B-Money and Charlie the Unicorn which might eventually get posted later if you have not heard of those.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VjY9VGEUdGs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VjY9VGEUdGs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-4260792538573851547?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/4260792538573851547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=4260792538573851547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4260792538573851547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4260792538573851547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/04/tot-action.html' title='Tot action'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-2797728179434878545</id><published>2009-04-07T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:38:08.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Ed</title><content type='html'>Everyone so often I get Mr. Ed song stuck in my head.  It's weird.  So this is to to remember the good ol' talking horse, Mr. Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WLR4iZJLgc4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WLR4iZJLgc4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-2797728179434878545?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/2797728179434878545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=2797728179434878545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2797728179434878545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2797728179434878545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-ed.html' title='Mr. Ed'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-7114467174726851910</id><published>2009-04-05T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:41:21.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney</title><content type='html'>So i love listening to Disney songs on sunday. And i would love to have a girlfriend and just watch disney movies with her. But that isn't happening. Not my fault. So i wanted to have some disney fun, so i payed kevin 10 bucks a song to sing some with me. Yes they were hilarious. You will love them! Check them out below. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bd552428aa6451b4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/7114467174726851910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=7114467174726851910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7114467174726851910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7114467174726851910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/04/disney.html' title='Disney'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-4422560351077396029</id><published>2009-04-05T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:38:51.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things I get excited for</title><content type='html'>I have a 2 weeks left until i'm done with school.  As this time has been winding down i have found myself hopeing it would go faster so i can just start my life in kansas city.  But to kill time or find something to do these are the things i get excited for even though i'm not in kansas yet.&lt;br /&gt;1. LOST on wednesday night.  And talking about it to everyone the whole week until the next episode comes on.&lt;br /&gt;2. Looking on craigslist to see things i need for my new apartment&lt;br /&gt;3. Looking at my planner to see what i need to do for school in the following week to know how much time i can use to watch House, or Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm so glad when Kevin comes home, glad as i can be.  I hide in the corner or somewhere not seen.  Until he either finds me or starts talkin to random people on my facebook. (because i have to unhide and stop him)&lt;br /&gt;5. Calling mom to see anything new happening at home even though i know there is nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;6. Checking our Tivo to see if i missed any of my shows: Fantasy Factory, Real World, Lie to Me, Lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-4422560351077396029?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/4422560351077396029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=4422560351077396029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4422560351077396029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4422560351077396029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-i-get-excited-for.html' title='The things I get excited for'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-3542483529615195703</id><published>2009-04-01T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:09:48.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The windows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdP0Gp-uTrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GB58kOuqefA/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdP0Gp-uTrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GB58kOuqefA/s400/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319863980040015538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdPz6YlSPaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PDLvQe5TeeQ/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdPz6YlSPaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PDLvQe5TeeQ/s400/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319863769211485602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go mom!  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-3542483529615195703?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/3542483529615195703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=3542483529615195703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3542483529615195703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3542483529615195703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/04/windows.html' title='The windows'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdP0Gp-uTrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GB58kOuqefA/s72-c/DSC00185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5583574447919781044</id><published>2009-03-29T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:58:50.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Colors</title><content type='html'>Person 1: Man, I'm so sick of Provo, there is nothing to do ever.&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: Really? I always find something to do, there are lots of crazy things to do around here&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: Like what? Watch a movie?&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: Heck no! We are going to the festival of colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something kinda exciting for BYU students! So there is this Hindu temple is Spanish Fork. Sri Sri Radha Krishna Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdAy8mGPUDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ByEKeaM9NeI/s1600-h/hare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdAy8mGPUDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ByEKeaM9NeI/s400/hare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318807176524812338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like to celebrate the changing of winter into spring with the festival of colors.  What you do is buy this color powder dust and they count down and everyone just throws their dust everywhere and you get covered in different colors.  Now in the smoke of dust its very hard to breath in which i started coughing a lot.  Well once the count down was down you need to find people without color on them and throw dust at them (i like doing it in the face) They have a witch they burn for some reason and they start screaming stuff, (don't worry i didn't repeat anything they said) It kinda felt like it wasn't good stuff if you know what i mean.  Though probably 95% of the people there were byu students, it was fun to throw colored powder and each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdA08uUXqNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qIarPqNEqsg/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdA08uUXqNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qIarPqNEqsg/s400/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318809377754818770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdA01kHUg1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jF_1JDrtOm4/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdA01kHUg1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jF_1JDrtOm4/s400/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318809254756647762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdA0eiYHNyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hT4DjTkC8bU/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdA0eiYHNyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hT4DjTkC8bU/s400/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318808859153217314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdA0Rh-gAiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jFS4cDFciQc/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdA0Rh-gAiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jFS4cDFciQc/s400/DSC00215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318808635707490850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdAz8y0k75I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6RAxBcU1uEI/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdAz8y0k75I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6RAxBcU1uEI/s400/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318808279452020626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdAzsiXDzbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Rb_6U3rWJK4/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdAzsiXDzbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Rb_6U3rWJK4/s400/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318808000155340210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdAzev6-AfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BsT4cwvALgY/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdAzev6-AfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BsT4cwvALgY/s400/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318807763277447666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5583574447919781044?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5583574447919781044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5583574447919781044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5583574447919781044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5583574447919781044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/03/festival-of-colors.html' title='Festival of Colors'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SdAy8mGPUDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ByEKeaM9NeI/s72-c/hare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-1585117426573477837</id><published>2009-03-22T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:21:50.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New World - a wonderous place for JUST me</title><content type='html'>I got my new apartment!  Check out the picture of it thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ScbhfTzxh-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wH9ZixOn6Ok/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ScbhfTzxh-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wH9ZixOn6Ok/s400/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316184338167072738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new washer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ScbhryUnt9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/3iCrhTJuYqs/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ScbhryUnt9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/3iCrhTJuYqs/s400/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316184552516335570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dryer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/Scbh7KZyBxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uhiFuR4q96w/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/Scbh7KZyBxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uhiFuR4q96w/s400/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316184816678471442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ScbiH3WCf5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/LASfgaNR82A/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ScbiH3WCf5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/LASfgaNR82A/s400/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316185034900799378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can see the flaws, but that's why it was in my price range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ScbigiVp-uI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OP8FcP5rlNI/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ScbigiVp-uI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OP8FcP5rlNI/s400/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316185458758777570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a mirror I got that Matt totally helped me put the string on the back and mount it on the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/Scbi5YLl4oI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5-2obSLthNY/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/Scbi5YLl4oI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5-2obSLthNY/s400/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316185885528941186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bedroom and i will have a desk to study as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ScbjHSKcKjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/llvYs6zDqgw/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ScbjHSKcKjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/llvYs6zDqgw/s400/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316186124431665714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;So that is the jist of my new place.  I hope you all will like it, and it not i know you will once i actually get settled in.  Special thanks for Matt and Reagan for the help in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ScbkEusbB6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/PjuDg10Y_bk/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ScbkEusbB6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/PjuDg10Y_bk/s400/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316187180062410658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-1585117426573477837?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/1585117426573477837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=1585117426573477837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/1585117426573477837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/1585117426573477837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/03/whole-new-world-wonderous-place-for.html' title='A Whole New World - a wonderous place for JUST me'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ScbhfTzxh-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wH9ZixOn6Ok/s72-c/DSC00179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5154420907806031073</id><published>2009-03-18T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:02:11.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a month and a day from when I last posted.  I got threatened to post so here i am.  Right now i just study all day long still, its kinda weird because really only my organic chemistry class matters.  But i study hard anyways because i don't have much to do actually.  I feel like the old kid around here, remember when we were all young and we could spot out the old kids wondering why they wern't married yet.  That would be me right now.  I have been trying to put everything in place, and as i think about everything i get excited and stressed.  I just found out how much money i really do have now from paying for this move and living there.  I actually went to the store with Kevin and i knew i couldnt spend much, i got 53 cents boxes of mac and cheese, a great buy, i don't think i have ever seen them that low.  And i got the store brand spagetti os.  I wish i could take back all them dates at maccoroni grill so i would have more money now to do stuff.  Well I'm surviving and i think this move will make it better in the long run.  I'm kinda creepy and i found a facebook group for the new singles ward i will be in when i move to kansas city.  Haha, yes i know pretty pathetic.  Anyways as i was going through the profile pics of everyone in the group i did see some cute girls which helps a lot.  The thought about moving is so fun.  I have been craigs list shopping for 2-3 weeks now, haha.  I have a couch and mirror in line to buy tomorrow when i go there.  I will be getting a tv and dining table as well, oh yeah and washer and dryer.  Now after this ochem test and music101 test on monday i will be done with all my tests except for an anatomy test till finals.  I looked at my planner and i actually have a week and a half where i don't have much to do at all.  And it is getting very warm here, so time for some fun in the sun.  This should be a good update for now.  I will be posting shortly after with pics of my new pad, KC, and Matt and Reagan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5154420907806031073?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5154420907806031073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5154420907806031073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5154420907806031073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5154420907806031073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5186979154209222368</id><published>2009-02-17T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:40:19.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Types of Physicians</title><content type='html'>Well i was almost gonna take a nap and sleep because I'm so tired, but i thought i needed a new post. This post is gonna be more things i found interesting in one of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;We have been talking about controversial things that are happening in the world, mostly doing with medicine or health care or health in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What kind of doctor would you want?&lt;br /&gt;a. Paternalistic - The physician selects all types of treatment best for the patient no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;b. Informative - Physician displays all types of treatment before you, and lets the patient decide.&lt;br /&gt;c. Interpretive - Physician picks treatment to match patient's values&lt;br /&gt;d. Deliberative - Physician suggests option with best values and uses moral persuasion for what he thinks is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i bet everyone is attacking paternalistic because you have no say, but really wouldn't it be nice that no mater what you are getting the best they have? But this affects some of our values, doesn't matter what a patient believes or anything, they will get whatever the doctor does.&lt;br /&gt;Informative you could totally make a bad call because you are not the knowledgeable one, the doctor is. Interpretive says well since he believes in this we cant do this so there is nothing we can do. (this isn't all the time, but it does happen)&lt;br /&gt;Out of all these i would guess that the deliberative physician i would personally want as my physician. This way i see all the options i get to pick which one goes, but the doctor cares and tell me which one is the best from a doctor's view. &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find this talk, but i think it was from Elder Nelson. So this guy comes into the hospital and needs a blood diffusion, and Doctor Nelson is here and the guy tells him he thinks he will go to hell if he gets a blood diffusion, and doesn't want one. Doctor Nelson knows he needs the blood diffusion to live. What would you do? Go against his beliefs and because you took an oath as a doctor to save some one's life whenever you could or whatever the oath is that you will give me the blood diffusion. Or so you respect his beliefs and let him die? Wow that would be a hard decision. Which doctor would you rather have and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SZsEX2o4NYI/AAAAAAAAAII/O9stO1PG5hY/s1600-h/doctor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SZsEX2o4NYI/AAAAAAAAAII/O9stO1PG5hY/s400/doctor.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303837794009363842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5186979154209222368?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5186979154209222368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5186979154209222368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5186979154209222368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5186979154209222368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/02/types-of-physicians.html' title='Types of Physicians'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SZsEX2o4NYI/AAAAAAAAAII/O9stO1PG5hY/s72-c/doctor.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-2455037827426887359</id><published>2009-02-06T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:53:11.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Counter Magician!</title><content type='html'>So I know it's been a while and everyone has been waiting for this. But here it is, the magic bullet! 1, 2, 3 seconds and what do you have? OH yes. The Magic Bullet is really popular in our apartment.  We made shakes and fruit smoothies all the time.  We also love making Quesadillas. Just put in some tomatoes, green peppers, and onion and cheese. And in just 1, 2, 3, you got yourself fresh quesadillas.  Just cook some chicken and throw it in with the vegies and your ready to put it on the tortilla on the skillet already.  Now really this thing is awesome.  So easy to clean and fast to make stuff.  Now i just saw this at walmart for 55 bucks.  So ebay might have it cheaper, but it's a great thing to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RtpKjgwi4Sc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RtpKjgwi4Sc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-2455037827426887359?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/2455037827426887359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=2455037827426887359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2455037827426887359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2455037827426887359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/02/personal-counter-magician.html' title='Personal Counter Magician!'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-4760435572683329377</id><published>2009-01-27T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:46:27.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks.</title><content type='html'>Top of the 9th, one man on base (1st) and the score is tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i have been playin baseball with Satan for quite some time now, even though i may have not noticed it. We started this particular game from the time i got back from my mission. That summer was the first inning, and from then on each semester has been an inning. Where does that put us now? the 9th inning. WOW. I had the opportunity to go to ward conference, we were asked to be 10 minutes early at least before sacrament meeting started, but we were 20 minutes early. Usually sitting in the back, we decided to take the front. As the 3 hours of church went on i realized that Satan has been playing this baseball game with me for some time now. He keeps on scoring points due to fear or doubt. I thought about this and it was so true, for i usually wont ask a girl on a second date if i don't know if she is interested or not. If i receive no signs from the 1st date there will rarely be a second. Why? Because of this fear to be rejected and the doubt that she would say yes. So i decided i need to beat Satan in this particular game. How? well i need to be bold and not have fear and do the second date, even if it results into a real rejection by her. So today i did get 2 strikes, hoping i don't strike out, i need to hit the ball by asking someone out or something good like that. In one of my classes i had the opportunity to do so, in which i was scared and didn't. So to prove Satan wrong i went on a mission to find this girl and ask her out, this would prove Satan wrong! So not even having a clue where she would be on campus or home or anywhere, i decided to go to the library and search for her. To my amazement she was right there, 1st floor. She got up from her seat and walked out, and so i was like OK go, she was walking in front of me and i felt like a creeper following her. I knew i need to do it, but how am i gonna come from behind and talk to her, i needed to get in front and walk by her that way and start something up. I soon noticed she walked into the wilke and i lost her. That is when my second strike came. I got a person on base because i actually went on a date, and there is a possibility of more, i just need to show Satan that his fear and doubt is not gonna work with me this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-4760435572683329377?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/4760435572683329377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=4760435572683329377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4760435572683329377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4760435572683329377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/01/buy-me-some-peanuts-and-cracker-jacks.html' title='Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks.'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-74510859885114249</id><published>2009-01-25T21:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:53:34.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue Run</title><content type='html'>So i recently visited somebody's blog, and found a story i was involved with. Now I'm not gonna name names mom but due to my preparation for this event i need to tell the story straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1st 2009. Not a very cold day like usually in Colorado springs, Colorado. Brock, Brad, Kjirstin, and myself signed up for the rescue run. Yes, bold move indeed. Kjirstin and Brad heard Brock, the runner of the family was going to run a 5k on new years day and decided they were going to do it as well, so i decided i would do it was well. I knew i needed to start running more than i was, so i started training. My run consisted of what i call the temple run. I was living at King Henry at the time and would run from my apartment to the Provo temple and back, this i found out later was about 3.2 miles, just a little more than the race. I thought i was in good hands because half of this run was uphill as well. Brock at the time was working a lot and wasn't running everyday. As i found this out i soon made a goal to be able to beat Brock in a 5k race. For those who know how Brock runs and i run, we are different runners, for i did the 400 in track and he did the mile 2 mile and cross country. As i went to Colorado for break Brock took me on this crazy run he likes to call the bluffs. Yeah i died! and i even had to stop running and walk because i just couldn't do it, it was up this crazy bluff and just uphill and more uphill. So Brock soon found out he had no competition with myself. As we got ready for the the event i decided i was just gonna stay behind Brock the whole time and i knew he would kill me at the end with his crazy kick and speed after running 3 miles already. I kept up with him for the first 3 minutes i would say. We wanted to be in the front so people wouldn't be in our way, so here you can see our line up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1OMED7VoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rOpxvNXbWYo/s1600-h/run2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1OMED7VoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rOpxvNXbWYo/s400/run2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295474706013181570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we started i soon thought in my head, wow i just want to stop and walk off the side and pretend like i never even started this race, but i wanted to finish it and i knew i had to. The run started getting harder and harder because we were going up a mountain! yes a mountain. As i was almost all out of breathe, i looked up just to be able to see a sign that said "1 mile". WHAT!?!?! i have only ran a mile, for i thought it seemed like at least 2! People started passing me left and right, and i soon thought i was way near the back. We ran to a point up the mountain and turned around and went right back down. At the turn around point i was only maybe 50 feet behind Brock. The rest of the run was all downhill, and it felt like you just sprinted down the whole thing, going super fast, for i thought i was gonna slip and fall. After this i just needed to keep up my momentum and not let anyone else pass me. I soon came out of the opening from coming down from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1N88RSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/1c2_kDJ9riU/s1600-h/brody+run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1N88RSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/1c2_kDJ9riU/s400/brody+run.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295474446223681410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal in my head was to beat 22 minutes, but i knew from the 1 mile sign that it wasn't going to happen, because this course was pretty hard. I started my kick, but realized that i was going slower than before. What a kick huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1OhAWJXmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5MLO9ABoQlE/s1600-h/run1"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1OhAWJXmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5MLO9ABoQlE/s400/run1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295475065793109602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dead i tried to run in as fast as i could to get a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23:22 &lt;---- That's one of the corrections &lt;br /&gt;Was my time.&lt;br /&gt;I got 21st place out of 397 people. &lt;---- the other correction &lt;br /&gt;To verify please visit.... &lt;br /&gt;http://www.pprrun.org/results/2009_results/2009_rescue_run_5k.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1Ot_zF-GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/R21RnovkuIs/s1600-h/brock+run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1Ot_zF-GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/R21RnovkuIs/s400/brock+run.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295475288984385634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock got 6th overall. You gotta love how he is checking his watch here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1O3_hYrdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FuqbNwKXF_Y/s1600-h/brad+run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1O3_hYrdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FuqbNwKXF_Y/s400/brad+run.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295475460708806098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad got... well he told me he didn't want me posting it so i wont. (But if you are smart check the link i have here and look for his name.) hehe&lt;br /&gt;Kjirstin got 99th overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1PGrmO-gI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e0jr5fpZhS0/s1600-h/kj+run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1PGrmO-gI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e0jr5fpZhS0/s400/kj+run.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295475713058470402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good to run that race, and it makes me want to run more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1OZWCtGmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fkQuNTSFJYc/s1600-h/run3"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1OZWCtGmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fkQuNTSFJYc/s400/run3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295474934178191970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1PQ4Pid3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/eY4fzHiIPGw/s1600-h/RUN"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1PQ4Pid3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/eY4fzHiIPGw/s400/RUN" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295475888251631474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-74510859885114249?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/74510859885114249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=74510859885114249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/74510859885114249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/74510859885114249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/01/rescue-run.html' title='Rescue Run'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SX1OMED7VoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rOpxvNXbWYo/s72-c/run2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-2038252942876658911</id><published>2009-01-24T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:47:49.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fish Game</title><content type='html'>For those who haven't played this game, i think it is really fun.  The more people you got, the better.  Here are the rules and instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. You need to get something like gold fish which we used, or i have done animal crackers, or peanuts.  Anything will work that can be tied onto a string.  &lt;br /&gt;2.  The string can be anything, we used thread.  The strong the better so they dont break, but anything will work, like thin ribbon or yarn.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tie a fish on to the string one for each player.&lt;br /&gt;4. Also give each player the same amount of fish, we gave everyone 10 fishes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Now you put all the fish in the middle of a cirlce and there is one person who doesn't who is fishing for these fish, trying to get more.&lt;br /&gt;6. Now the person without a fish in has a pot top and dice.&lt;br /&gt;7. They roll the dice and if it's a 7 or 9 they smash on top of the circle to trap the fish inside.&lt;br /&gt;8. If you are the person with your fish in the circle, you watch for 7 and 9 in order to pull your fish out of the circle before the pot lid comes smashing down!&lt;br /&gt;9.  Every person who gets a fish caught under the pan lid they owe one of their fish to the smasher.  Therefore this is the time where u increase your fish is when you are the samsher.&lt;br /&gt;9. Now the smasher can do "fake outs" where he/she roles the dice and if it's not a 7 or 9 pretend like he/she id gonna smash.  If anyone pulls their fish out of the circle without it being a 7 or 9, they owe a fish to the smasher.&lt;br /&gt;10. If the smasher smashes without it being a 7 or 9 they owe a fish to every other player.  &lt;br /&gt;11. When the smasher rolls doubles then they pass the pan lid to the next person and they then put their fish in on the string, and the new person takes their fish out and becomes the smasher.&lt;br /&gt;12.  This is kinda a messy game, because all the fish start getting smashed, but that's why it's so fun!&lt;br /&gt;13. When you run out of fish your out andthe last person with all the fish wins!&lt;br /&gt;14. You are allowed house rules and making your own rules to spice up the game as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXum3N62JlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-krT4p00Z2A/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXum3N62JlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-krT4p00Z2A/s400/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295009254463645266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Brad is the smasher, you can't see the pan lid, but he has it and the rest of us have our fishes in the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXunV-9XYqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KuxcrAzjN1M/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXunV-9XYqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KuxcrAzjN1M/s400/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295009783023624866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a better picture.  You can see we are all staring at the dice to see if we need to yoink our fish out or leave it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXunq07ZtnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6-rXIXCEWYM/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXunq07ZtnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6-rXIXCEWYM/s400/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295010141108287090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXun7k8jL2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/aF2RjsaMrmo/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXun7k8jL2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/aF2RjsaMrmo/s400/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295010428875911010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2... you can see brock has both our "fish banks" and he is keeping track of the score or who owes who a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXuoPsFMVmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5mdlfw8XK_I/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXuoPsFMVmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5mdlfw8XK_I/s400/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295010774388594274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXuodZxGrXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-P7kcqRMcXE/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXuodZxGrXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-P7kcqRMcXE/s400/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295011009990667634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ths fish champion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXumgNzf1LI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1Sl6DrOZOIk/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXumgNzf1LI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1Sl6DrOZOIk/s400/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295008859295831218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad: 1st Place&lt;br /&gt;Brody: 2nd Place&lt;br /&gt;Dad: 3rd Place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-2038252942876658911?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/2038252942876658911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=2038252942876658911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2038252942876658911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2038252942876658911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/01/fish-game.html' title='The Fish Game'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXum3N62JlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-krT4p00Z2A/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-9067893079279915489</id><published>2009-01-24T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:25:09.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some new pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXujTnqzNqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nv9c6484c0U/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXujTnqzNqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nv9c6484c0U/s400/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295005344365491874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXujJU_8n1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/oWVRyxik1RA/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXujJU_8n1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/oWVRyxik1RA/s400/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295005167555223378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXujBf22e6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/vTlH8cDc1PY/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXujBf22e6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/vTlH8cDc1PY/s400/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295005033030908834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXui5fJB-rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-f8u7Uh9zC8/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXui5fJB-rI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-f8u7Uh9zC8/s400/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295004895399770802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXuiq9XlGrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_DdaqmHIMAw/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXuiq9XlGrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_DdaqmHIMAw/s400/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295004645815818930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXuik8pxOII/AAAAAAAAAFc/QStCqOHghIU/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXuik8pxOII/AAAAAAAAAFc/QStCqOHghIU/s400/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295004542544459906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXuiQ58XrEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NouTLV6O3Js/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXuiQ58XrEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NouTLV6O3Js/s400/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295004198219787330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-9067893079279915489?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/9067893079279915489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=9067893079279915489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/9067893079279915489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/9067893079279915489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-new-pics.html' title='some new pics'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SXujTnqzNqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nv9c6484c0U/s72-c/DSC00039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5238922938689372527</id><published>2009-01-14T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:45:49.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>So with all my 19 credits this semester, one class i need to take to graduate is a music class, music 101. I thought it would be easy because heck i played the piano for 7 years about 10 years ago, hehe. So in this class we are learning about pitch and meters and everything about that in music which is pretty easy. Later on in the semester we learn about what time periods the music comes from and things of that sort. In the class we have an assignment to go to 8 concerts. These concerts are not rock concerts or anything or the kind. It's all about the classical stuff. Now i thought it wouldn't be too bad, i mean i really don't have anything against classical music, sometimes in fact i like it! I have gone to 2 concerts since the semester has started. One was a voice competition with piano accompanying them and the second was a piano competition. Now i thought hey maybe these will go an hour maybe hour and a half. And heck they are free, so i better go to get my assignment done, even do them early! Well i found out a couple things about these recitals.&lt;br /&gt;1. They go way longer than they are suppose to.&lt;br /&gt;2. I had to go by myself to the first one and i felt so awkward sitting by myself in the middle of the room when everyone else for some reason were sitting on the edges. Now this wasn't too bad until the performers would do weird little dance things before and during their singing. I thought they only did this in movies or in times of old. Oh wow did i feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't clap when you think you should, because there is always more.&lt;br /&gt;Funny things i thought while in these concerts:&lt;br /&gt;1. What if the piano stool broke right when they were doing the intense part of their song?&lt;br /&gt;2. Can we have a piano-off. (like people do dance offs and stuff, i say we put 2 pianists facing each other and they are allowed like 10 seconds each back and forth to see who can play the best)&lt;br /&gt;3. Shouldn't the page turner also get to bow?&lt;br /&gt;4. Maybe I'm weird but who brings bubbles to blow just because they are singing a song "beautiful bubbles"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i hope these concerts get better and i hope i find people to come with me to them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5238922938689372527?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5238922938689372527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5238922938689372527' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5238922938689372527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5238922938689372527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/01/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-7406836103294092324</id><published>2009-01-07T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:15:46.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinach Pasta with Red Cream Sauce</title><content type='html'>Ingredients  &lt;br /&gt;4 boneless skinless chicken breasts cut into bite size pieces&lt;br /&gt;Olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 handfuls fresh baby spinach&lt;br /&gt;2 cans stewed tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;8 ounce package cream cheese cut up&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves minced garlic&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon basil&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;16 ounces bow tie pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions  &lt;br /&gt;In a large deep frying pan brown chicken over medium high heat in a small amount of olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;Add garlic and let cook just until garlic begins to brown then add tomatoes, cream cheese, basil and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;Reduce heat to medium low and let simmer stirring occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;Start boiling the noodles and when almost done add spinach to water and continue cooking until pasta is done.&lt;br /&gt;When cream cheese has melted and sauce is creamy add pasta and spinach to pan and stir.&lt;br /&gt;Serve immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-7406836103294092324?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/7406836103294092324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=7406836103294092324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7406836103294092324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7406836103294092324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/01/spinach-pasta-with-red-cream-sauce.html' title='Spinach Pasta with Red Cream Sauce'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-7701217117685334665</id><published>2009-01-06T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:45:09.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCC</title><content type='html'>For those who haven't heard yet, i officially got accepted to CCC (Cleveland Chiropractic College).  All I need to do is pass my classes with a C or better.  I am taking Organic Chemistry which is a hard class here at BYU, but i'm gonna be putting a lot of time into that class.  I now just need to start financial aid and finding a place to live.  Matt has helped me look for a place to live there and this is the layout of something that might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SWOmnXnjyMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pzJRM5Bj05I/s1600-h/1bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SWOmnXnjyMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pzJRM5Bj05I/s400/1bedroom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288253582748141762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that it will be really hard to find a room mate and if I did, it will be a different payment arrangement then the one i'm trying to get.  But i think i will be studying a lot anyways, maybe i will buy an x box to keep me company also!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-7701217117685334665?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/7701217117685334665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=7701217117685334665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7701217117685334665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7701217117685334665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2009/01/ccc.html' title='CCC'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SWOmnXnjyMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pzJRM5Bj05I/s72-c/1bedroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-2333028647134886363</id><published>2008-12-28T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:09:18.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your LOST on</title><content type='html'>so my sister in law hooked me up with these weird things, and it just makes me more confused.  If you are a lost fan, this is a must see.&lt;br /&gt;http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/missingpieces/index&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-2333028647134886363?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/2333028647134886363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=2333028647134886363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2333028647134886363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2333028647134886363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-your-lost-on.html' title='Get your LOST on'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-3594396804698506311</id><published>2008-12-28T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:08:29.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>So here is my dream. I wanted a jamba juice and i was at byu and it wasn't the normal layout of the true jamba juice there. So i get into this huge line and when i get up to order, i find out that I'm in the line for the food, and not the jamba juice. So I'm like banana i will just get food since i waited in this huge line. While in line i start talkin to this girl, and we hit it off. So i decided to get panda express. So i then remember I'm in my car with this girl, her name is DJ, kinda weird i know, but she's cute. So for some reason i stop and need to pay this guy for something i don't know what so i give him 50$ and ask for change, he goes to his car, and while so i think he is getting change for me. So i am talking to DJ when i notice the car drives off, i ask her if that was the same car, because i was distracted from talking to her, and she says yes. So i take off after it and I'm speeding down the road and this was probably the best part of the dream and i catch up to the guy and hit is back side of the left side of his car and spin him out. I get out of my car and he's walking toward me and i ask for my change, and he throws me a drink. (it was a squeeze-it) with the twistable tops. So i get mad and while he is going back to his car i walk and throw the squeeze it as hard as i can at his wind shield trying to break it. But it just bounces off. So i jump up and with my elbow bash in his windshield, and it shatters everywhere. I run back to my car and take off. He didn't follow.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know the meaning of this dream.... here were some interpretations: &lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to leave a comment to put your own interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad: You were waiting for dental school but ended up switching to chiropractic when you got to the end.  In chiropractic you meet the girl (who later becomes your wife).  School and life in general will be crazy.  You'll always be putting in a lot and feeling like its not giving "the change" back to you.  Finally you graduate and you take matters into your own hands and chase after the good life.  Finally you find what was holding you back and you break it and go on into the sunset and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kjirstin: You have been waiting for a girl, a certain kind of girl, but once you have decided that this other "food" that you find yourself in line for you meet this girl.  So once you are okay with getting a different type of girl then who you have been looking for you will find her.  But once things hit off you will find yourself in a situation where you will be paying a lot of money.  You will have to try your hardest to keep up with life but eventually you will catch up.  In the end you won't really need the money that you lost but you will still keep the girl and move on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brockton: So twice in the dream, you wanted to get something but you got somethings else. So what is it that you want, school, date, grades. One of thoes things will not come, but you will get something else. like food insted of a drink. So take one like school. You may end up going to a different school. Then you also need to be careful with you money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-3594396804698506311?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/3594396804698506311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=3594396804698506311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3594396804698506311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3594396804698506311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/12/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-8205734198312676127</id><published>2008-12-27T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:06:22.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's almost race day! I am running a 5k race on new years day. I haven't done much races like this in the past, i think this is only my second one. So i have been training and found out how long the run i have been doing is. From my old apartment to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Provo&lt;/span&gt; temple is 3.6 miles. Half of that is going up hill. I had started to do that run almost everyday while i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finishing&lt;/span&gt; up the semester. I have been home for awhile now and haven't been running as much as i should. I ran 4.2 miles yesterday, which was a killer run where the hills made me stop and walk (pretty pathetic i know, but you should of seen this run) and today we ran from my parent's house to the lone tree library and looped around. That run was 3.25 miles. I ran today's run in about 25 minutes. If we are running a 3.1 miles race we can shave off a little more time. From my workouts and running these past couples days i have set a goal to run under 22 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone goes and runs outside this site is awesome to use to see how far you are running and it has cool little features of where you run. If you need any help how to plan your run, just ask me. www.mapmyrun.com&lt;br /&gt;Race day is New Years Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-8205734198312676127?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/8205734198312676127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=8205734198312676127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/8205734198312676127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/8205734198312676127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-its-almost-race-day-i-am-running-5k.html' title=''/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-398457266705104055</id><published>2008-12-24T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:41:24.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since i've posted.  I've to home enjoying not having to study or do anything really.  I should probably run, but for some reason i'm in lazy mode.  Anyways i think everyone has a Christmas post except me.  So here is mine.  Christmas is tomorrow.  Is this Christmas different from previous? Yes. I am home with my little brother and my parents.  My oldest brother brandon is in Iraq, my other brother near seattle, ans my sister in Utah.  Christmas is different from last year, when everyone was here with their spouses, and it was just me and brock being the single folk.  2 Years ago everyone was here as well actually, and that is when i went to the dinner table to eat Christmas dinner and there was no chair for me.  Since i was the only single person there, i was forgotten.  Well this year will be different.  I am thankful i do have somewhere to go during this holiday season.  I know this is a great time to be with family, but i know some people don't have that and it is a real lonely time for them.  Overall i'm excited to be home to see my family and also some friends (shout out to matt and reagan and ogle family!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-398457266705104055?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/398457266705104055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=398457266705104055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/398457266705104055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/398457266705104055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/12/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-7640692335731956740</id><published>2008-12-23T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T06:32:15.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Soldier's Night Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OdEFaOoSBsw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OdEFaOoSBsw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a great Christmas Brandon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-7640692335731956740?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/7640692335731956740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=7640692335731956740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7640692335731956740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7640692335731956740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/12/soldiers-night-before-christmas.html' title='A Soldier&apos;s Night Before Christmas'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-6155646119741146626</id><published>2008-12-14T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:31:24.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>So, it's 1:21, and i don't know what i wanna say, but i knew i wanted to post.  I'm kinda tired, and Kevin is facebooking it.  I'm always in bed waiting for him to go to bed.  I decided to put on U2, stuck in a moment.  So lets see, what am i thinking about....  Well tonight we went to SLC and i felt really good with all who went with us.  It kinda made me think how grateful i am to have these good friends in my ward.  I really am blessed in my life for all that i have.  Thank you everyone for the support in everything and continuing on forward in life.  I have people to help me when i'm sad and when i'm happy.  If i didn't have this, i would be depressed.  I know you all know but i'm a total dependent person, i love doing everything with people pretty much.  Well kind of a weird post i know, but i'm off to bed now.  I need to tell kevin to take off his red tights and go to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-6155646119741146626?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/6155646119741146626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=6155646119741146626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6155646119741146626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6155646119741146626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/12/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-2608620408311873395</id><published>2008-12-13T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:02:59.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more April showers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there is no more showers, just snow snow snow. And what a lonely winter this will be. So i need a Kansas City Girl! Matt... i would still love an update on that singles ward there. I did some looking up and i guess there are 5 campuses in the area, so you would think i would have some good luck there, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SURMTVUonmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sXSM0bPjGUY/s1600-h/april.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279428558209982050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SURMTVUonmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sXSM0bPjGUY/s400/april.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i thought i was clever with this picture..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked for picture in google for april showers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this one came up, i think it's pretty clever because these are aprils showers in minnesota. Ha ha so it worked out perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SURNDyfR0uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bPclqr59om8/s1600-h/kansas+city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279429390672974562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SURNDyfR0uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bPclqr59om8/s400/kansas+city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need some of this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SURL04oJ3HI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WPRuV5Znr6o/s1600-h/april.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-2608620408311873395?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/2608620408311873395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=2608620408311873395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2608620408311873395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2608620408311873395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-more-april-showers.html' title='No more April showers'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SURMTVUonmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sXSM0bPjGUY/s72-c/april.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5981149995114667461</id><published>2008-12-11T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:26:11.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PoP! Goes My Heart</title><content type='html'>Here is the background before the story.....&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i met April, i have hung out with her everyday.  Kinda crazy i know.  So i like her because she is up front with everything.  No games or any of that.  She is really blunt about how she feels and how things are.  That i like.  So i like talking about stuff like that and it comes right out, really easy to talk to her.  So during these days we had talked a lot about being honest in things and not playing games and stuff like that.  So we totally have the trust thing there.  We trust each other pretty much and he was said that we did.  So i asked her out for Wed night on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, and still hung out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; just talking and hanging out. &lt;br /&gt;Story time&lt;br /&gt;So the date started out normal, we went to California Pizza Kitchen.  Good or bad move i do not know. But was had some pizzas.  We left after to go see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; lights on this decked out house in Lindon. So usually girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; answer phones on dates... well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what i thought always, i guess others think otherwise.  Her phone rings and at this point i just say banana about the whole phone thing because i know she is looking for a job and having a hard time with family stuff.  So i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really care.  As she is talking on the phone i am sharpening my candy cane, because right before i told her if someone gave someone in jail one of these they totally could use it as a weapon and kill someone.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; believe me, so i had to show her how sharp those things really can get.  And yes they totally can be used as a weapon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;.  So i hear her talking and from her answers and from recent news she told me about the bishop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; her because someone told him he was interested in her was brought up.  As she finished her conversation, i totally put everything together.  Wow, that guy just called her and asked her out during my date. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PoP&lt;/span&gt; #1.  I felt like this "Hey your date sucks so i got a better one while i was on the date with you!"  OUCH.  As she got off the phone she tell me, "oh sorry, that was a friend from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/span&gt; who is in town here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Provo&lt;/span&gt;." And i think interesting, i know you just got asked out by someone else who lived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Provo&lt;/span&gt; right now. so i think to myself wow, she just lied to me.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;exctiedness&lt;/span&gt; of the sharp candy cane went from a 9.5 to a 1.  I thought to myself, brush it off.  But i couldn't make myself feel happy anymore.  Not because she got asked out, that really wasn't a big deal, it just hurt that she lied to me when we had this whole time before talking about being honest and stuff.  so i try to act like it didn't happen.  Not going to happen. So she asks me whats wrong and finally i just call her out.  April &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sad because you lied to me i say.  Pop #2 she denies it.  and i tell her to tell me the truth and confess she lied.  Again she denies it.  This happened probably 20 times.  So finally i say well do you wanna know why i know you are lying? So i tell her first the number was an 801 number, meaning from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt;.  meaning it wasn't your friends in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/span&gt;, it was someone here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt;.  she says well he moved here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why it is an 801, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make since. and then i say well how about you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; tell me who it was or any of that (because i already knew what just happened) and just confess that you lied.  Still denies it.  So i say well i don't know if you remember saying this, but you said "oh yeah your the service guy in the ward".  Right when she said that, i put everything together that he was asking her out and he was the guy the bishop was talking about.  So i told her i heard her say that and she still denies it.  So i pretty much show her i know she was lying,  so of course she then needs to confess, and finally does.  She says sorry and says she did so because she just didn't want to hurt me because she got asked on a date during my date.  I told her how i didn't really care about that but that she lied to me when she was all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;gung&lt;/span&gt; hoe about telling the truth.  So i kinda am not talking much at this point and she says your 100% right, if i were you i totally agree but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry i was just trying to not hurt you.  So after awhile i get it all past me and return to happy me.  So we go to her apartment to watch a movie (it was gonna be the polar express, but her room mate was using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;, so we just joined in, and watched music and lyrics) So we park and she knows i wanna say something but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to say it.  But i did a pause after i turned off the car and she totally read me and knew.  So i am like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; fine, since we are pretty open with each other already anyways.  So i ask her like what her situation is, some girls just date a ton of guys just for fun, some want something more.  So she tells me she wants to date different guys, and if something happens with one of them then it does.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  We go and watch the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0A7dtdc-nU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0A7dtdc-nU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; she pretty much said she likes me and stuff, just continue what we are doing.  While we sit on the couch, i don't know what to do.  well anyways i see her sitting away from me and then notice she gets closer, but then backs off, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just confused, because i am doing the same because i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know.  So i ask her what she is thinking (remember we are up front with everything) So one of her friends come and they go talk about some boys in the back room and they come out but start talking about random people they all know.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking wow, she doesn't really want to talk it looks like. So i get ready to go and her friend leaves and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at the door.  And April says are you going? and i say yeah, your roommate is waking up early and i know you 2 need some time to talk. And so i open the door and leave and she gets up and is walking toward me (like for a hug) and i still continue to open the door and leave.  And then she says well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; just go out real quick with you.  So she comes out and i have no clue what she will say because i am so confused.  So she says well i want to try to work but you just gotta take it slow, and have patience.  And i say well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, i can have patience, you just need to understand my situation.  And she says , what, that you are graduating? and i said yes, and she understood and i understood.  So i said how about we do this..... 1. no lying to each other at all.  2. We hang out as much as we have been and take things slow still (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;fulfilling&lt;/span&gt; both our situations) she said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; deal. So that is that we are at right now.  Our first date seemed like a 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; date.  So yeah.  Please leave comments on the situation....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5981149995114667461?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5981149995114667461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5981149995114667461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5981149995114667461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5981149995114667461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/12/pop-goes-my-heart.html' title='PoP! Goes My Heart'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-2981932474106024057</id><published>2008-12-08T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:18:09.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mascarade Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some of our pictures from the mascarade ball, our Christmas ward party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ST2cL8K_4GI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pHJEzzvHR4k/s1600-h/SD530850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277546067292840034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ST2cL8K_4GI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pHJEzzvHR4k/s400/SD530850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277546624551296306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ST2csYHxHTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SsvXGRN2qYk/s400/SD530855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ST2c8J3C5wI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7caJZ7_oaSc/s1600-h/SD530852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277546895600969474" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ST2c8J3C5wI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7caJZ7_oaSc/s400/SD530852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-2981932474106024057?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/2981932474106024057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=2981932474106024057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2981932474106024057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2981932474106024057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/12/mascarade-ball.html' title='Mascarade Ball'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/ST2cL8K_4GI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pHJEzzvHR4k/s72-c/SD530850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5894219633816261604</id><published>2008-12-08T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:09:38.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Bear Dip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQJjSJ3fWRg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQJjSJ3fWRg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the story.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was was talked into doing this polar bear dip.  OR maybe i should say i talked myself into doing it because there was money prizes involved.  Now for this story to be good, you need to know my swimming background.  I'm not the best swimmer, we could just say that.  I went to boy scout camp and couldn't fulfill all the requirements until a couple years after that boy scout camp.  The reason being I couldn't dive 10 feet under the water and pick something up.  I would keep freaking myself out and thinking I was going to drown.  I eventually did it.  Now back to the polar bear dip.  Yeah..... let's just say I had some problems.  I jumped in that cold water, and I couldn't breathe! I swam to the other end of the pool and tried to go down under the water, and I would get my head 5 feet under the water and freak out and have to surface.  I don't know why, but this cold water made me so I couldn't dive the 9 feet to get a pop.  There were pops on the bottom of the pool and they had numbers on them for certain prizes.  Now if you watched the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slide show&lt;/span&gt; the pictures are in order of the events they took them in.  We will just say I was the last one in the pool still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; for a freaking can of pop so I could get a prize.  Someone was nice and saw me still down and went into the pool and dove down and got me one.  Everyone already was in the hot tub when I was still in the pool..... and then you can see my victory pic where I have 1 can in the pool.  What did i win?  Free Bowling? Would I do it again for free bowling? Can't say I would.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5894219633816261604?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5894219633816261604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5894219633816261604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5894219633816261604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5894219633816261604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/12/polar-bear-dip.html' title='Polar Bear Dip'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-9089735502301116183</id><published>2008-12-06T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:15:59.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Foods</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows the game spoons.  There are a number of spoons out and when someone gets a 4 of a kind they grab a spoon and the others grab the rest shortly after.  There is one spoon short for whoever loses.  We decided to put a twist in this game.  Mystery food spoons.  Yes from the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' high school days.  So here are some pictures of people who lost in spoons.  Everyone who grabbed a spoon went into the kitchen and picked an ingredient each and we put it on a spoon and the loser had to eat it.  Here is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/STrpR9NldtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wShMdxe-PuU/s1600-h/SD530845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276786408116549330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/STrpR9NldtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wShMdxe-PuU/s400/SD530845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started out easy...... hot sauce, onion powder, and mayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/STrpIhiRDpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tV-otV2IO50/s1600-h/SD530842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276786246068276882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/STrpIhiRDpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tV-otV2IO50/s400/SD530842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; with the all dry mix... cinnamon, onion power, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; powder, yeah he was coughing that stuff up with tons of smoke in the air.  He eventually lost again and in the mix of ingredients we actually put 4 (he still doesn't know) but one of the ingredients was nasty left over gravy juice.  Like the juice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; from the thick gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/STro0_cy_4I/AAAAAAAAADw/ijIN8D6qmGw/s1600-h/SD530837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276785910501015426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/STro0_cy_4I/AAAAAAAAADw/ijIN8D6qmGw/s400/SD530837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chelsea, you better plug that nose.  This was one was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cheez&lt;/span&gt;-it with ketchup and some seasoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/STrpWroYtfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uVWFvhOqiHI/s1600-h/SD530849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276786489296467442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/STrpWroYtfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uVWFvhOqiHI/s400/SD530849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brody the Bear of course comes out on top and never had to eat any mystery foods, the other decided they were done because they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to eat any more nasty food.  Brody the Bear comes out victorious.&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/6196901235337064072-9089735502301116183?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/9089735502301116183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=9089735502301116183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/9089735502301116183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/9089735502301116183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/12/mystery-foods.html' title='Mystery Foods'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/STrpR9NldtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wShMdxe-PuU/s72-c/SD530845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-2374453157249979719</id><published>2008-12-03T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:38:27.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>We have 2 1/2 weeks left.  The last week is finals and we really only have 3 more times in classes.  I am going to feel so good once this semester is over.  I didn't enjoy my classes too much and felt like i just needed to get through them all.  I will for sure pass all my classes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be taking 19 credits next semester to get all the credits to graduate and to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fulfill&lt;/span&gt; all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;requistes&lt;/span&gt; for chiropractic school.  I feel like each day i get more and more excited about going to chiropractic school.  I know there is a lot i don't know about the school and what i will be doing.  But i have read up a little here and there about it and am still trying to figure it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is making me more and more excited to go home.  I didn't go home for Thanksgiving and i decided to stay in Provo.  This was probably the worst idea of the semester.  I was so bored, because no one else was here and i didn't do anything.  I died with boredom.  I think this is way i am excited to go home.  This year for Christmas it will just be my parents, Brock and me.  The following is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; most excited about for this break:&lt;br /&gt;- Playing video games with Brock&lt;br /&gt;- Playing board games with the family&lt;br /&gt;- Eggnog&lt;br /&gt;- Rented movies that dad loves to do&lt;br /&gt;- Not worrying about classes&lt;br /&gt;- Not having to worry about cooking for myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-2374453157249979719?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/2374453157249979719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=2374453157249979719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2374453157249979719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2374453157249979719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-3214081314139704175</id><published>2008-12-02T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:45:09.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiropractic</title><content type='html'>So i have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to figure out everything so i can go to chiropractic school in may.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why, but i really want to start in May.  I don't know why, but these could be some possible reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. Maybe there is a girl i need to meet in Kansas City in May only&lt;br /&gt;2. Maybe i need to finish that May 4 years later because i will start with something good&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe i will be able to get through classes better/easier&lt;br /&gt;4. Maybe there is a girl in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Provo&lt;/span&gt; who just needs someone to say " Just come with me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why, but i really want to start in May.  Right now i have turned in everything except for the 50 dollar fee which i will be doing shortly.  I have been talking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; and Cleveland to figure out all my classes and everything.  Pretty much i know i need to take an organic chemistry class which i found out would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to take the first part of these classes.. 351.  Really i need to take a lab, but the lab at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;byu&lt;/span&gt; can't be taken until after 351 has been taken, because they assume you know everything from 351 in the class.  I am waiting to know if i need this lab for sure or not.  From certain connections, i have heard that the labs they offer there are kinda a joke, and are really really easy.  I would be able to take this class there if i really needed to, but i wouldn't be able to start in May. &lt;br /&gt;I do have another option where i can just take all the classes i need to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cleveland&lt;/span&gt;, but not to graduate.  I can then take a online class later to finish off my B.S.  This would be helpful, but i would really prefer to graduate this April.  I'm super excited to be going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kansas&lt;/span&gt; City actually, and starting school there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-3214081314139704175?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/3214081314139704175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=3214081314139704175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3214081314139704175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3214081314139704175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/12/chiropractic.html' title='Chiropractic'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-2172333871076482327</id><published>2008-11-29T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:15:44.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You want it I got it, go get it I buy it</title><content type='html'>So I'm pretty sure the world views love really differently than i do.  I don't know if this has anything to do with my dating life, but we will leave that out of this post.  I think the world views love with someone who you could potentially live with.  So I haven't been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to rap much but sometimes i need a good beat.  I decided to look at the lyrics of TI Whatever you like.  Here are some lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you want to pick up the telephone&lt;br /&gt;You know it ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt; to drop a couple stacks on you&lt;br /&gt;Wanted you could get it my dear&lt;br /&gt;Five million dollar home, drop Bentley's I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she wanted him because he could drop money and anything she wants and she could live with that.  So she was down. &lt;br /&gt;I hope when i find someone it's not like that.  I hope it's true love and she loves me for me and not for anything i have or what i do or anything like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-2172333871076482327?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/2172333871076482327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=2172333871076482327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2172333871076482327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2172333871076482327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-want-it-i-got-it-go-get-it-i-buy-it.html' title='You want it I got it, go get it I buy it'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-7115012358926633970</id><published>2008-11-28T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:41:34.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>So i have been kinda bored being in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; pretty much with nothing to do.  Of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not gonna do homework!  So i finally caught up with Lost.  For those who don't know what this show is, it's about people who crashed on an island and they find "others" on the island already and tons of weird stuff that happens.  Some want to stay on the island because it heals them or causes miracles, and some want to leave.  Well pretty much what i understand is there is a group that followed Ben and a group now who came to the island to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; and kill everyone else.  Ben left and island and Locke took his place, but in the last episode, Locke was dead, and the oceanic 6 need to go back to the island which got vanished somewhere else.  Here is the link for the new season starting in January.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?www_google_domain=www.google.com&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2Fvideosearch%3Fq%3Dlost+trailer+season+5+official&amp;amp;v=4_4lOG0fVZA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?www_google_domain=www.google.com&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2Fvideosearch%3Fq%3Dlost+trailer+season+5+official&amp;amp;v=4_4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lOG&lt;/span&gt;0&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fVZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-7115012358926633970?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/7115012358926633970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=7115012358926633970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7115012358926633970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7115012358926633970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-6019583073556897420</id><published>2008-11-27T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:36:34.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8ux3zx-EI/AAAAAAAAADo/OEyS_7gt-X0/s1600-h/SD530830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273485123003742274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8ux3zx-EI/AAAAAAAAADo/OEyS_7gt-X0/s400/SD530830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our thanksgiving.  Our food was great and the turkey turned out AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8ur1IVfWI/AAAAAAAAADg/OiZF4mr30eM/s1600-h/SD530829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273485019205434722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8ur1IVfWI/AAAAAAAAADg/OiZF4mr30eM/s400/SD530829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8unWHtJnI/AAAAAAAAADY/rNpEVqEXrCs/s1600-h/SD530828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273484942161815154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8unWHtJnI/AAAAAAAAADY/rNpEVqEXrCs/s400/SD530828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8ui0iLYgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-OLbQ3Hmbp4/s1600-h/SD530827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273484864426566146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8ui0iLYgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-OLbQ3Hmbp4/s400/SD530827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-6019583073556897420?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/6019583073556897420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=6019583073556897420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6019583073556897420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6019583073556897420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-was-our-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8ux3zx-EI/AAAAAAAAADo/OEyS_7gt-X0/s72-c/SD530830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-1539469305288814505</id><published>2008-11-26T00:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:14:42.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DTV</title><content type='html'>I didn't know how to put this on my blog, if anyone knows please tell me but i thought this was funny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/36608/talkshow-with-spike-feresten-cable-psa"&gt;http://www.hulu.com/watch/36608/talkshow-with-spike-feresten-cable-psa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-1539469305288814505?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/1539469305288814505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=1539469305288814505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/1539469305288814505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/1539469305288814505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/dtv.html' title='DTV'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-7919026465738712779</id><published>2008-11-25T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:32:51.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Crafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it would be appropriate to do some thanksgiving crafts before thanksgiving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; came. I looked online to find some ideas and came up with a couple. I was really excited to do these, because usually it's little kids doing them. I thought it would be a great idea for a date. We made thanksgiving wood oven pads. This is to use when there is hot food and you need to put something on the table, below the hot stuff. We also made turkeys out of pine cones. I thought how horrible my art skills really are, and it looks like a little kid did the crafts anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8t1-Ex3jI/AAAAAAAAADA/y3V70qMo4EU/s1600-h/SD530833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273484093893500466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8t1-Ex3jI/AAAAAAAAADA/y3V70qMo4EU/s400/SD530833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gobble Gobble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8t6elPHKI/AAAAAAAAADI/wWqePzAyI8A/s1600-h/SD530834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273484171339046050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8t6elPHKI/AAAAAAAAADI/wWqePzAyI8A/s400/SD530834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6196901235337064072-7919026465738712779?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/7919026465738712779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=7919026465738712779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7919026465738712779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7919026465738712779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-crafts.html' title='Thanksgiving Crafts'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SS8t1-Ex3jI/AAAAAAAAADA/y3V70qMo4EU/s72-c/SD530833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-3793504565924600418</id><published>2008-11-24T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:49:24.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiropractics</title><content type='html'>I'm planning on graduating in April, but i still need to take an organic chemistry class to get into chiropractic school.  My options are not looking too good.  I can't start the doctorate program until i have all my requirements done, which includes this organic chemistry class.  The thing is i took chem 285 which is intro to organic and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bio chem&lt;/span&gt;.  They counted that as the first o chem class.  They told me i need another or the second o chem class.  Now the second o chem class is just a continuation of the first one.  And really i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; take the first one i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if i can just hope in the second one without taking the first one.  To be able to start in May i will need to take this class next semester.  I talked to an advisor who said to talk to the teacher and see what they say about it.  I am kinda timid to do so because if they say no, then i am screwed.  I kinda just want to sign up for it and try to pass the class with a C.  I don't know if i should ask the professor and tell him my situation or not.  It could be good as in he will help me through the course, or it could be bad, meaning her says i can't even take it.  Right now i have 16 credits and i need them all to graduate.  I am hoping that i can squeeze this class on, and just try to pass it.  This will put me up to 19 credits.  I have never done that much! The most i have done is 16.  I also just can't add the class because you need permission to do more than 18 credits.  But it's not like i would have much of anything else to do my last semester here at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;byu&lt;/span&gt; being single.  That's why i think i can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-3793504565924600418?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/3793504565924600418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=3793504565924600418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3793504565924600418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3793504565924600418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/chiropractics.html' title='Chiropractics'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-6085969132878317226</id><published>2008-11-22T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:29:17.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Junction</title><content type='html'>So we were able to visit a ward in Grand Junction on our way back to Provo.  Now we were sitting in the back on the side and decided we needed a bigger row to fit everyone in our group.  So we needed to move rows, I wanted to go up more toward the front where there would be some more room.  Stephen thought it would be better to sit in the back.  We noticed the last row was shorted than the rest, and we thought oh they are cut out for wheel chairs probably.  But who really uses those?  We had never seen anyone use them so we thought it would be ok to sit there.  While we are sitting there we see a wheel chair with grandma on it, and we think oh wow we need to scoot down the row so she can use it.  Perfect, because she did.  So we are thinking oh no big deal we are on the right side and grandma on the left.  As Sacrament meeting starts we see another wheel chair come in.  We stole their cut away spot! We all kinda don't know what to do.  I ask Travis if we should move to another row so they can use it.  She ended up sitting near the back taking up a ton of space where you usually would walk.  Oh Wow! This would happen to us! The day we talk about the cut out wheel chair spots and sit there is the day we are in grand junction and they are needed.  So just so you all know, never sit in the back center if you don't know a ward, they might need to be used by others!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-6085969132878317226?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/6085969132878317226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=6085969132878317226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6085969132878317226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6085969132878317226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/grand-junction.html' title='Grand Junction'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5969260001730108653</id><published>2008-11-22T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:22:20.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update on love</title><content type='html'>So i got a call the other night and it was "her" telling me that she couldn't do anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; night anymore.  She gave her excuses, now if they are good or bad i shall not say.  But i said banana about it.  So banana it is.  I'm not gonna call her or ask her on dates anymore because i have been this whole time and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; been rejected.  If anything is gonna happen she will need to call me or establish something with me.  On me the mean time, i love my friends who are setting me up with people.  I really do appreciate it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;, my room mate has told me about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt; who i called and set something up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; night.  This one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty excited about actually, she seemed really cool when i talked to her on the phone.  Also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt; T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;urek&lt;/span&gt;, yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still friends with him, is gonna try to set me up with one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Elyse's&lt;/span&gt; friends.  We shall see how these turn out.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the update for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5969260001730108653?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5969260001730108653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5969260001730108653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5969260001730108653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5969260001730108653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-on-love.html' title='update on love'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5046511982551843192</id><published>2008-11-20T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:24:56.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I eat chorrizo while I golf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to be studying physics right now, but in all excitement i find myself blogging. This is a way i can tell someone something when no one is home. Because i am home right now and want to share stories, but i got no one. So we won our football game. We were in the "sexy six" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Travis&lt;/span&gt; mentioned. We won and are now in the final 4. We played really well and stopped them on the goal line i think 3 times. Way to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chorizo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (our team name). We will play our next game this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. Also for those who need the hourly update on "her". Well i sent over a little surprise. We will call it a golf ball with a poem wrapped around it. Yes i can barely rhyme. So she already said she would go out with me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, but i wanted to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; fun. So it was a poem that pretty much told her that we were going putt-putt golfing. Now i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if that is a lame date or not. But i really wanted to go. I haven't been in so long. The last time i went was a double date (me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Travis&lt;/span&gt;) vs. (K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jirstin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and brad) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so you would think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Travis&lt;/span&gt; would be a great date, but not at putt-putt golf. We lost! I thought it was pretty fun and so i wanted to do it with "her". I hope the ball surprise wasn't too much for her given the situation. Wish me luck. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brodmister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. For those who don't know.  Below is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chorizo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SSY39LVFWYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AU34fX4C1HM/s1600-h/chorizo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270961938036513154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SSY39LVFWYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AU34fX4C1HM/s400/chorizo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6196901235337064072-5046511982551843192?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5046511982551843192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5046511982551843192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5046511982551843192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5046511982551843192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-eat-chorrizo-while-i-golf.html' title='I eat chorrizo while I golf.'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SSY39LVFWYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AU34fX4C1HM/s72-c/chorizo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5700396385975278083</id><published>2008-11-20T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:37:10.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating</title><content type='html'>So I had been feeling kinda crappy these past couple days.  But i am feeling a lot better about things.  I decided to start doing the dating stuff all over.  So i will still stay doing things with "her" but i will also take others out on dates as well.   I hope i can either find someone who is down with a real relationship or someone decides that they really do want one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5700396385975278083?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5700396385975278083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5700396385975278083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5700396385975278083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5700396385975278083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/dating.html' title='Dating'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-2556105663726053507</id><published>2008-11-19T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:31:10.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>We just had our intramural football game for the elite 8 and we won! We played an OK team.  but there was no defense in the game on either side.  We just took turns scoring, and we ended up with the ball last and scored with 30 seconds to go.  We play tomorrow, wish us the best of luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-2556105663726053507?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/2556105663726053507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=2556105663726053507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2556105663726053507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2556105663726053507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/football_19.html' title='Football'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-7980222608018972962</id><published>2008-11-18T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:15:31.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This just in...</title><content type='html'>I just recieved a message from "her" and i hope you all know who her is because now i will now use her instead of using her name, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;I got a message on facebook from her and this is what it said:&lt;br /&gt;so I have no phone today i just wanted to let you know incase you were trying to get a hold of me i get it back on thursday. crap i hate no phones&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to know if she really knew i texted her or not&lt;br /&gt;2. i want to know if you spell in case the way i did or the way she did.&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to know if this is good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Please leave your comments, i am hoping you girls help me out. You girls better know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-7980222608018972962?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/7980222608018972962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=7980222608018972962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7980222608018972962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/7980222608018972962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-just-in.html' title='This just in...'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5995222159242376186</id><published>2008-11-18T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:11:53.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rags lie</title><content type='html'>I hate having dirty rags around the apartment.  Sometimes you really need something to clean up a mess, so you are forced to use a rag.  When you use the rag it makes your hands smell nasty and your forced to clean your hands.  I could go on like if you give a moose a muffin, or mouse and cookie. But i wont.  My room mates always use my hand drying towel for things.  All i want it for is to dry my hands after i wash them.  After a couple of days from just getting out of the wash,  i dry my hands and then they smell even worse from when before i washed them!  The rags lie, don't trust them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5995222159242376186?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5995222159242376186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5995222159242376186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5995222159242376186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5995222159242376186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/rags-lie.html' title='The rags lie'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-6197754609522809660</id><published>2008-11-18T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:08:16.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things i wanted to tell her tonight</title><content type='html'>Travis, the 51% was off a little.  So she didn't call.  Not a biggy.  But there was some fun things i wanted to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;1. I am wearing the new green shirt i got.  Green is mine and hers favorite color. and she was excited about it&lt;br /&gt;2. I got money stolen at walmart from my car when i changed my oil, another reason to put me in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I ran into her brother.  Kinda awkward.  He said my name and i stopped and looked back.  I didnt have a clue who he was and i put my hand up and turned it to say who are you but without saying it.  After a couple seconds of silence, i was about to ask with words, "who are you?" but before the words came out he said i'm shayla's brother.  And we shoke hands.  I told him thanks for the coat at the game and that i was kinda embarrassed not having one in front of his parents.  He said yeah they said you were kinda weird for not having one.  How embarrassing, no good first impressions.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad she will never hear these stories......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-6197754609522809660?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/6197754609522809660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=6197754609522809660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6197754609522809660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6197754609522809660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-things-i-wanted-to-tell-her-tonight.html' title='3 things i wanted to tell her tonight'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-3462492772568577483</id><published>2008-11-18T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:26:16.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dreadful DTR</title><content type='html'>So, I really hope you all love hearing about my personal dating life.  Well lots of you know about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shayla&lt;/span&gt; or have heard about her or maybe read something on the blog.  Now this would be really bad if somehow she searches my name and finds my blog and reads what I have down here.  But that wont happen.  I kinda made sure by telling her how weird i think blogs are.  So here is the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; and extremely bored because i sent my car in to get the oil changed.  Those who do this know how long this takes and how extremely boring it is.  So as I am waiting i decided to call Shayla.  She just got called into work and was driving there.  I told her how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; was and how bored i was.  She told me we could play after her work, and i was happy.  So she calls me and i decide to go over to her place.  We had nothing planned, and really i just wanted to talk with her and kinda get to know her more just being around her.  As we were chatting, her room-mate was showing different things and we were all pretty much just doing nothing, but i was having fun none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided we needed to watch a movie, so it took forever to finally pick one.  We put it in and started watching it.  Now i thought, well i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; wanna hold her hand ALL the time.  So i thought this would be a great time to not.  As we sat by each other we kinda started to cuddle and i couldn't resist so i held her hand.  It was great and there were times even were it looked or seemed like we might kiss.  In my head, i thought, no i need a better first kiss with her than this.  So i resisted and didn't go in.  As we moved in the movie her roommates left and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why but i had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;erg&lt;/span&gt; to ask her about us.  We will call this a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DTR&lt;/span&gt;.  Now i felt really stupid doing so, being a guy.  I was just gonna wait until she said something, but it was eating at me a little.  Lots of you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a girl in those ways.  And so i asked her what we were, being 95% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; the night would make us into boyfriend girlfriend.  She explained to me how she didn't want anything.  I was so surprised.   The reason i was so surprised is because she held my hand all the time and there were NO negative signs at all.  I asked her if the problem was timing.  And like always she said yes.  Now i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get this timing thing.  We talked about it in my marriage prep class.  But here is the thing, using words from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chumbawumba&lt;/span&gt;,  when i get knocked down, i get up again, your never gonna keep me down.  When something happens, i get up and try again.  I mean i have had many relationships in my life and i seem to always get hurt, but i know i need to try again and i might find "the one".  I told her that her reason was fine, and she explained how she just got out of a relationship that was bad.  I didn't get details, but she had a heard time with it.  She asked me how i felt about it all, and i told her how i did.  I told her i liked her and i thought that things would go a different way then they did.  But pretty much i told her i was gonna wait to see what happens, and if anything changes then i would tell her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i kinda felt weird about her answer to me because i told her to pray about it, and that might help her to know.  She said she would, but i thought it was weird how she hadn't already.  I have prayed about it and have always felt good about it since the first date.  After i left her house we still were holding hands, which i felt would be weird from her stance, but i like her and wanted to so i was down.  I actually am confused still with this whole thing.  I don't know what to do, and neither does she.  After i left her house i decided to drive by the temple and to think things over.  I concluded that whatever happens will be what needs to and it helped me from being so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as these days go by, every text message for some reason in my head i think will be her, every phone call i hope is hers.  But they never are.  I know this might sound weird or desperate or something like that.  But that is how i feel about the situation.  I hope something happens and she decides she does want a relationship, and more that she wants one with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS i hope she never reads this and finds it&lt;br /&gt;PSS kjirstin, tell necia not to ask Shayla about us anymore, Shayla told me she doesnt know what to say, especially now. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-3462492772568577483?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/3462492772568577483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=3462492772568577483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3462492772568577483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3462492772568577483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreadful-dtr.html' title='The dreadful DTR'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-3473770407352743382</id><published>2008-11-17T17:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:43:15.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs. Air Force</title><content type='html'>So most of you know that one time I got on the field for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; game when we snuck on for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre-&lt;/span&gt;game show.  Yes that was very awesome.  I have hot pictures of that, and if anyone knows how i can get pictures i have taken on my phone onto the computer, that would be awesome.  Anyways, we were talking how cool it would be if someone we go onto the field for the air force game.  We didn't really try, but it worked out.  There were some scouts who were walking down the row to go onto the field.  Travis being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Travis&lt;/span&gt; yelled, go scouts.  One of their leaders looked back and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Travis&lt;/span&gt; said we are eagle scouts.  He said oh yeah well come on down with us, so me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Travis&lt;/span&gt; went with them.  This was for their half time show.  Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Travis&lt;/span&gt; walked down with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; shirts onto the air force field.  We thought it was kinda funny.  Everyone didn't really know what was going on, because we had our Y shirts on.  Even one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;byu&lt;/span&gt; coaches was really confused when he walked by us.  We did get yelled at by many air force fans up above.  We saw many plays at the end of the second quarter right there on the field, it was hot stuff.  We went out for the presentation and then went back to our seats.  Who would of thought we could get onto the air force field as well. &lt;br /&gt;I hope someone took a pic so i can put it on here..... I heard a rumor Brother Sabin got one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-3473770407352743382?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/3473770407352743382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=3473770407352743382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3473770407352743382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3473770407352743382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/football_17.html' title='BYU vs. Air Force'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5347896408239277485</id><published>2008-11-17T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:32:57.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Race- CO Version</title><content type='html'>So as most of you know, we took a road trip from Provo Utah back home to Colorado.  We met up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glenwood&lt;/span&gt; Spring Colorado where we went to beau &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jos&lt;/span&gt; pizza.  We got the 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pounder&lt;/span&gt; pizza, and later went to the hot springs of course.  The hot springs are the largest in the world, and it's not like nasty water.  It looks really clean.  There is a big pool of warm water and a smaller one of really hot water, like a hot tub.  We left that morning with our instructions to race to Parker Colorado fulfilling each requirement.&lt;br /&gt;The requirements were:&lt;br /&gt;- Find an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; artifact&lt;br /&gt;- Moon someone in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eisenhower&lt;/span&gt; tunnel&lt;br /&gt;- Get a Copper mountain ski map&lt;br /&gt;- Take a picture of a race car and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vandemeer&lt;/span&gt; race track&lt;br /&gt;- Take a picture of a buffalo at wildlife museum&lt;br /&gt;- Picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Samatha's&lt;/span&gt; mom&lt;br /&gt;And there was a jump&lt;br /&gt;if you got a picture with 2 missionaries you could skip 2 of the previous stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We totally were rocking the whole thing, but we didn't know where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt; lived exactly, so we used many resources to try to find directions to her house.  All we knew was Parker Colorado.  We finally got directions, but we turned the wrong way.  When we noticed we went the wrong way, we were 15 minutes the wrong direction.  So we had to drive 15 back and were 30 minutes set back.  When we showed up at the house, we lost by 10 minutes.  Though the girls (the other team) said they fulfilled each objective, we later found out they skipped one.  Guess which one,  yes they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; moon anyone!  Us guys team even got a picture with missionaries and all the objectives.  We totally ran into a church house and there was a zone meeting going on.  We ran in took a picture real quick and ran out.  The missionaries had no clue what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture pending....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5347896408239277485?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5347896408239277485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5347896408239277485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5347896408239277485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5347896408239277485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/amazing-race-co-version.html' title='The Amazing Race- CO Version'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-2068182394834188244</id><published>2008-11-12T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:11:56.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac n Cheese</title><content type='html'>Mac and Cheese is one of my favorites when it comes to food in a short time frame. I decided just mac and cheese wasn't gonna cut it. Coming back from Alaska I had some 10 dollar cans of salmon left. I know fish is excellent for you. Knowing this i put my can of salmon in my mac and cheese, and I was totally excited about how it was going to turn out. My room mate just made me mac and cheese with hot dogs, and everyone does that and its really good. When i put the spoon in my mouth, it was some nasty stuff. I knew i put a 10 dollar can of salmon in this so i knew i had to eat it. Don't ever try mac and cheese with fish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-2068182394834188244?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/2068182394834188244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=2068182394834188244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2068182394834188244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/2068182394834188244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/mac-n-cheese.html' title='Mac n Cheese'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-4448814057986525811</id><published>2008-11-11T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:39:55.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>Today we had our intramural football game.  There were 16 teams left in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;division&lt;/span&gt;, and if you lose you are out.  The important thing for me to do when i know i have a game is to prepare for it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nutritionally&lt;/span&gt;.  I got home from class and knew i hadn't done such a great job with this.   Learning about how you use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; when you have intense exercise in class helped me know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what i needed.  I decided i needed a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; to have energy for the game.  I did this and drank lots of water to be hydrated as well.  I told my room mate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; we needed to leave for the game because i like to be a little early, because usually i get pretty nervous.  We got there and warmed up and did some stretching.  I usually rush because we need some speed to get some penetration on the quarterback, but this time i decided to go where i love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;corner back&lt;/span&gt;.  In the game i made sure no one went further than i did.  This was good.  In the game when they were on the 3 yard line i actually got a pic and ran it back for the touchdown, but realizing after i ran the whole field as fast as i could with people chasing me, the ball was coming back because of a penalty from our rush.  I did however manage to get another pic and some good yardage from that.  We were winning 12-0 and there was only 30 seconds left.  We knew we had the game.  One play they threw a long ball and i was with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reciever&lt;/span&gt; all the way down the field.  I jumped up to knock the ball down and i got turned sideways and landed right on my back.  The ground knocked the wind out of me and i couldn't breathe for a little bit.  I went out for a play to make sure i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  My back hurts really bad from it right now, and i hope i will be able to sleep on it.  We are now in the elite 8, and we have double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;elemination&lt;/span&gt; from here on out.  Our next game is actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, and we wont be in town.  I hope we are able to continue on the streak we have to get intramural champions shirts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-4448814057986525811?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/4448814057986525811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=4448814057986525811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4448814057986525811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4448814057986525811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5506032604110608165</id><published>2008-11-10T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:24:01.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day</title><content type='html'>It's hard to live so far from campus.  It is ever harder when it is raining outside.  So thinking it wasn't such a big deal, i got my jacket and left for school.  It wasn't too bad and i made my usual time trials.  12 minutes to get on campus and 8 more to walk to the other side to get to class. I can know if i'm gonna be late to class if i leave less than 20 minutes before class starts.  Anyways i get to class on time and everything.  my first two classes are probably the best of all my classes.  I have them in the same room which kinda sucks, but i like the classes and i can stay awake in them.  My next class is my religion class, we always have a quiz and they are super easy.  After the quiz i usually will start getting tired.  I don't know if it is the temperature in the room, the time of day, the tone of voice.  But almost everyday in that class i get suer sleepy.  I will then go to my sport nutrition class which is super boring because i have pretty much learned everything in there already from other classes.  I print out the notes beforehand and we discovered that she will leave some slides blank for us on the print outs and we hafta fill them in real quick when she's lecturing.  We found these to be most the test questions.  After that i will talk home.  Today the rain picked up and while walking home, the water was soaking through my jacket onto me.  I would rather have it snow than rain!  I got home and changed into my workout clothes, go to workout.  I feel so good after working out because i feel huge.  I don't know why i wrote this on my blog, but it just helped me clear my mind and now it's time for me to do some homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5506032604110608165?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5506032604110608165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5506032604110608165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5506032604110608165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5506032604110608165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/day.html' title='A Day'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5963319147003136280</id><published>2008-11-08T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:36:21.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickel Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I went to the nickel&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cade&lt;/span&gt; for the first time here in Provo. So it's pretty much chuck-e-cheeses with no pizza and less expensive games. I started with the normal games that everyone plays. Ski ball, did some racing, and you always gotta try it big with the game where the light goes around and around and you press the stop button for it to stop. So we were looking at the prizes that one could win and we found this awesome hat that we wanted. We tried to find the games that put out more tickets. I found myself playing the game where you put a nickel in and as you put more nickels in it knocks off others inside to go down and you get more tickets for more nickels you knock down. I know you might not know what game I'm talking about, but go with it. I felt like after every nickel I put in I was closer and closer to knocking all the nickels that were on the very edge, hanging off. As I was playing this game I watched the tickets increase and my confidence of knocking off nickels increased. I thought if that nickel didn't do anything, this next one will for sure. After a couple minutes I realized I used up all my nickels already. I got addicted to the game and it took all my nickels. As i thought about this a little more, I thought this goes along a lot with Satan. He lets you think oh just one more and you will get something out of it. Whatever he may be tempting you with. Soon enough your down in a ditch with no nickels. What did I gain from using all them nickels? Some tickets which got me some nerd specs and hand cuffs. Wow, I spent 17 bucks and we got 3 nerd specs, 3 temporary tattoos, and some handcuffs. Don't let the nickel game get you. You are strong, don't get sucked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SSIcBoL_qdI/AAAAAAAAACw/Vaprklp_6uM/s1600-h/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269805328270076370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SSIcBoL_qdI/AAAAAAAAACw/Vaprklp_6uM/s400/glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5963319147003136280?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5963319147003136280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5963319147003136280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5963319147003136280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5963319147003136280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/nickel-game.html' title='Nickel Game'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SSIcBoL_qdI/AAAAAAAAACw/Vaprklp_6uM/s72-c/glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5610692505452577138</id><published>2008-11-08T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:13:53.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shayla Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In response to popular demand, here are some pictures of Date#1 with Shayla. (popular demand equals the only one who looks at this besides me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRYoDqIbAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/WjLXxk_SNl0/s1600-h/100_2376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266440857570705778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRYoDqIbAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/WjLXxk_SNl0/s400/100_2376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our awesome mummy cordon bleu.  Look closely, you can see olive eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRYof68Hx_I/AAAAAAAAACI/9fT7rwU_n0g/s1600-h/100_2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266441343118854130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRYof68Hx_I/AAAAAAAAACI/9fT7rwU_n0g/s400/100_2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a scavenger hunt, bowling ball was on there. EASY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRYotVT7cmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/k1Ed9cl3M18/s1600-h/100_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266441573536330338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRYotVT7cmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/k1Ed9cl3M18/s400/100_2392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my favorite of all the pics, us in a tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266441714368311346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRYo1h848DI/AAAAAAAAACY/BfwGNoY-zZg/s400/100_2395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her to do triangle eyes, she thought sqaure would be better.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRYpbssyA_I/AAAAAAAAACg/a8JCXj2pwjQ/s1600-h/100_2404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266442370088567794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRYpbssyA_I/AAAAAAAAACg/a8JCXj2pwjQ/s400/100_2404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing they still had halloween stuff at Smiths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRYpiaWfu1I/AAAAAAAAACo/0pVFO6rJJkM/s1600-h/100_2427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266442485422340946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRYpiaWfu1I/AAAAAAAAACo/0pVFO6rJJkM/s400/100_2427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DadadadadadadaDadadadadada Batman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5610692505452577138?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5610692505452577138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5610692505452577138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5610692505452577138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5610692505452577138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/shayla-date.html' title='Shayla Date'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRYoDqIbAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/WjLXxk_SNl0/s72-c/100_2376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-6383454317840337490</id><published>2008-11-05T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:10:17.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>23 and SINGLE</title><content type='html'>If I had one wish right now, I would wish to know if I will be married by the time I leave Provo. I know everyone is tired of me talking about dating and marriage, but this is what is always on my mind. I have had a dry past year or two, meaning I haven't had a girlfriend since I have been back from my mission. Wow, once I think about it more, we will say 2 1/2 years. I feel like I go on so many first dates. I even get tired talking about them to my mother because there is always a "new girl". The rule I made with her is after 3 dates, then she can ask me about that person. So far nothing had passed the 3 date mark. A couple weeks ago, I really felt like giving up. I mean I figured I would probably end up going to chiropractic school single anyways, why waste the money and time and be stressed about the whole dating life if nothing was going to happen. I read in the ensign a couple months ago about a message to single adults. They mentioned in the message to not give up and things of that sort. I felt better, especially since they were really talking about those who are older and single still. I decided it might happen, it might not, but I need to try. Now I don't know if there is a rule about reusing date ideas, but I was forced into it, not knowing anything else to do. I have been going on dates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; one a week, sometimes two, hoping that I might find "the one". Bret and Brandon tell me I have dated half of Provo, and I need to date the other half to find her. I'm not sure if I will find someone to marry before I leave. But if I don't I know the Lord will guide me to where I need to be to find this person. Magic genie, my real wish is that my family, friends, and I are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRJ78fxK1rI/AAAAAAAAABw/MTuhPrReXpk/s1600-h/100_2434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265407193599628978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRJ78fxK1rI/AAAAAAAAABw/MTuhPrReXpk/s400/100_2434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's got two thumbs and is single? This guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-6383454317840337490?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/6383454317840337490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=6383454317840337490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6383454317840337490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6383454317840337490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-had-one-wish-right-now-i-would.html' title='23 and SINGLE'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRJ78fxK1rI/AAAAAAAAABw/MTuhPrReXpk/s72-c/100_2434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-6683259221620931823</id><published>2008-11-04T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:35:52.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haircut'/><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SREwaAZzEPI/AAAAAAAAABo/mG6lhYnzjCU/s1600-h/100_2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as many know, I cut my own hair. This all started in high school, when I felt that paying 10 dollars for a hair cut was a rip off. I would do what I could to get a free haircut. From my mission I bought used clippers and cut my hair and many missionaries hair in the mission. I brought the clippers home and have used them since. I let some buddies borrow the clippers while I went to Alaska for the summer. When I got it back I notices the number 2 clip was missing some prongs. I tried to not use it when I could, but I usually will use a number 2 on the bottom of my hair. While having a need for a number 2 for the bottom of my hair, I decided it wasn't a big deal because there was still prongs on both sides. It wasn't going to cut my hair too short. After I gave myself a haircut, I asked one of my room mates to cut off the hairs on the very bottom near the neck. After 3 days had passed I went on a date. My date was a hair stylist and called attention to my hair. Not knowing what she was talking about, I didn't think it was a big deal. She decided to take a picture of it so I would be able to see it. This is what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SREwaAZzEPI/AAAAAAAAABo/mG6lhYnzjCU/s1600-h/100_2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265042662715756786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SREwaAZzEPI/AAAAAAAAABo/mG6lhYnzjCU/s400/100_2432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no clue! So having that happen to me, I had to wait 3 more days for my date to fix it for me. And now it is wonderful!  And if you don't notice we have the really short part there on the right and if you look at the neck line it's not even straight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-6683259221620931823?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/6683259221620931823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=6683259221620931823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6683259221620931823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/6683259221620931823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SREwaAZzEPI/AAAAAAAAABo/mG6lhYnzjCU/s72-c/100_2432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-3648298111166503827</id><published>2008-11-04T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:13:41.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><title type='text'>Fruit From a Tree</title><content type='html'>If you rush too soon to pick the fruit from a tree, it is likely to be bitter and hard. If you wait too long, it may over-ripen and fall from the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This applies to my dating life :)&lt;br /&gt;I seem to notice a lot of times I have a problem with taking on a relationship too fast. I always take the hard fruit and it turns bitter quick. I think everyone has had the experience of someone liking them so much from the beginning that you lose interest. This has happened to me, and it's a really big turn off. For this reason I am trying to teach myself to slow down in the relationship process. Some have told me that they think I just like the chase. When the chase becomes too easy or too hard, I then will give up. I don't know if that's true or not, but I know that I need to slow the beginning of all my relationships down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-3648298111166503827?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/3648298111166503827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=3648298111166503827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3648298111166503827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/3648298111166503827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-rush-too-soon-to-pick-fruit-from.html' title='Fruit From a Tree'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-5916395216065016002</id><published>2008-11-04T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:43:56.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nutrition'/><title type='text'>Milk, Spinach, and Tomatoes</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been finding myself loving these three foods. I find myself looking for something to cook or eat that had one of these things in it. Just the other day I went to Zupas, a salad, soup, and sandwich resturant, and I wanted a good spanich salad, which was excellent. As we speak I am eating a sandwich I made for lunch. I put spinach leaves in it and tomatoes. In my mind, spinach and tomatoes are super foods. They have really good nutrients for the body. I think sometimes I love these foods because I know they will be good for my body. Ever since I started studying about nutrition I have felt that my food choices have gotten better. I surpass the 5 a day, I exercise frequently, and get good sleep at night. These things can help me in times of stress. Now I forgot to talk about milk. I think everyone knows our family loves milk minus kjirstin. I find myself going to the grocery store to get milk because I run out. I buy 2 gallons of milk a week for myself. Yes, I know this isn't good for my wallet. The other week I was in my sports nutrition class, and we started talking about milk. The professor mentioned that for males who are my age shouldn't be drinking a lot of milk. I haven't gone to research this further, though I should. I don't know if I should leave my love of milk for this reason. In conclusion, I hope you are all eating good, and exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRC9IW5sCNI/AAAAAAAAABg/CUv1NFaPH1Y/s1600-h/100_2433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264915915680254162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRC9IW5sCNI/AAAAAAAAABg/CUv1NFaPH1Y/s400/100_2433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't use a cup here in my apartment.  It is either milk from the jug, or water from the waterbottle i have.  This is me finishing off a gallon for lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-5916395216065016002?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/5916395216065016002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=5916395216065016002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5916395216065016002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/5916395216065016002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/milk-spinach-and-tomatoes.html' title='Milk, Spinach, and Tomatoes'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpUDetNuC04/SRC9IW5sCNI/AAAAAAAAABg/CUv1NFaPH1Y/s72-c/100_2433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6196901235337064072.post-4013756912366782360</id><published>2008-11-03T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:14:29.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>One Big Happy Family</title><content type='html'>So I guess I can call myself a new blogger...... I got excited when I read Kjisrtin's blog, so I decided to make my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that this would be a better way for family to see what's happening in my life, because i'm kinda bad at calling and writing e-mails. So I hope brandon will be able to get this somehow, or maybe Crystel will need to copy this and send it to him, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I'm going to blog about is actually about the family. I had a great sacrament meetings this fast sunday in which many students talked about their families. As I was sitting there in tears thinking about my own family, I had to idea to write something about you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start with Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I have been talking to you a lot recently on the phone. You are the person I call when I want to talk, but there is really nothing to talk about. I know sometimes our conversations are dry. But I really love when you answer the phone, even when you are at work. Dad, I feel really good about your calling. I love how excited you were about it and the time you put into it. I know that you are busy a lot, and sacrificing a lot. The sacrifice of letting sports go shows that you really do care about it. I know the blessings have come to me and our family from your willingness to serve. I would like to thank you both for helping me in my tough situations in life. Thank you for not pushing me in one way or another and letting me do what I want to do. I love it because I only get your opinion on things when I ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and Crystel.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and your daughters so much. I wish they can learn to talk on the phone soon, because I would love to talk to them! I actually was thinking about this past summer and I wanted to make a list of the things I miss about staying with you. Now these are not in order.&lt;br /&gt;- Pizza rolls with ranch. (i use ranch with everything now!)&lt;br /&gt;- Coming home to a dirty house that is not mine.&lt;br /&gt;- Hide and go seek with the girls. (as much as they could)&lt;br /&gt;- Brandon's nosiy car&lt;br /&gt;- The summer energy with the 24/7 sun&lt;br /&gt;- Blockbuster movies&lt;br /&gt;- Dora the explorer&lt;br /&gt;- Rolled garments (i do this now, and i love it!)&lt;br /&gt;- doing wii game challenges with both you.&lt;br /&gt;- Card games with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;- The excitment when brandon got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;- Talking to crystel about life stuff&lt;br /&gt;Things i don't miss&lt;br /&gt;- Taking out my fake drivers license at the gate everytime i enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for helping me. Letting me live with you. I know it was a hassel to take me to work and pick me up. I know i worked a lot and wasn't around a lot of times. But i miss being around there. While figuring out what i'm doing in life, i found out i wont be able to come back this next summer. I will need to take O-chem before i go to chiropractic school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bret and Kristen.&lt;br /&gt;I love calling someone who is always in a good mood. This person is Bret of course. Always excited about something. I know we don't talk much, but when we do i feel like i need to be a more grateful person. I feel like you are so happy with whatever comes at you. Kristen, i like how someone watches the tv shows that i do. I have no one to talk about all the things happening in these shows usually. Prison break, Lost, you make it easy to talk to you because i always need to know what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad and Kjisrtin&lt;br /&gt;I love talking to you both. I really enjoy Kjirstin not working as much. This gives me a lot more chat time with her. You can probably relate to most of what i'm going through in my life. You have lived in Provo and seen how it is here. You are also only a year and a 2 months older. I love talking about my girl stories with you and asking for advice with dates and so forth. I love when you get me excited about date ideas and things of that sort. Brad, I remember when we got to Golds and worked out and got peanut butter crazy jamba. You help me with my school work a lot, i love when i can talk to you about school things and carry on a convo of nerdy things like that. You are also always excited about life and what is to come. I do miss doing things with you two and having a place to have sunday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock&lt;br /&gt;I love how you can also answer your phone whenever pretty much. Our fantasy stuff has made us talk a lot more about who will win and how everyone elses team is in the family. You have shown me that even if you don't have anything going for you, you still can be happy and do what you want. I love how your self dependent right now. You have fun doing what you want, by going to eat pizza and watching a football game. You surprise me with funny stories that happen to you and give me a good laugh. I like how you never talk bad about anyone. You are always possitive with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say I Love you all! Thanks for supporting me with everything and being such an awesome family! I think of all the blessings we have as a family. We are all active in the church and that is just a big blessing to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6196901235337064072-4013756912366782360?l=brodysheard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/feeds/4013756912366782360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6196901235337064072&amp;postID=4013756912366782360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4013756912366782360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6196901235337064072/posts/default/4013756912366782360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brodysheard.blogspot.com/2008/11/startin-this-thing-up.html' title='One Big Happy Family'/><author><name>Brody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05255078119258335479</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/_JpUDetNuC04/SQ_rqlKrpqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KZv9rKFFTNk/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
