<?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-4802365158486012793</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:35:57.973-07:00</updated><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Senior'/><category term='Libby'/><category term='Betsy'/><category term='Erik'/><category term='College'/><category term='Lana'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='sayings'/><category term='Keith'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Clara'/><title type='text'>Brimhall 8</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-3951344276071251075</id><published>2009-09-26T15:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:32:05.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Goes So Fast</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I have posted anything. School has started and Libby is in Volleyball and Dance this year, she is also 6th grade rep for student council. Lindsey is in 5th grade and is also in student council as Vice President. Clara and Betsy are enjoying 1st and 2nd grade. Aaron is in Preschool and loves Mrs. Richards and Mrs. Peck. We are busy into school and Keith is now working out of town for my brother Gary. Life alone with 5 kids is very interesting, and different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-3951344276071251075?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3951344276071251075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=3951344276071251075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/3951344276071251075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/3951344276071251075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-goes-so-fast.html' title='Time Goes So Fast'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-2067461669932077574</id><published>2009-03-10T23:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:32:47.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron's New Wisdom</title><content type='html'>I was talking to Aaron a couple days ago and we were talking about going to preschool next year.  This is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;M-"You know that next year you will be going to preschool."&lt;br /&gt;A-"I know. I want to go now."&lt;br /&gt;M-"What will I do all by myself? Mommy will miss you so much."&lt;br /&gt;A-"It will be okay Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;M-"I know but Mommy will cry and miss you so much. What will I do?"&lt;br /&gt;A-"You're a big Mommy you will be ole right."&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if he thought that I was an old mommy or that I was just large. Either way I don't really care because I love him.  I am so blessed that he is a part of our life and came to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-2067461669932077574?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2067461669932077574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=2067461669932077574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/2067461669932077574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/2067461669932077574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/03/aarons-new-wisdom.html' title='Aaron&apos;s New Wisdom'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-2512569937761515246</id><published>2009-03-05T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:21:44.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Erik Is 18</title><content type='html'>When Keith and I where just married when Erik was just turning 4.  He turned 18 and life is very different.  He is such a great young man.  He is still the great big brother that he has always been.  He has always loved and cared for all of his brothers and sisters.  He has 4 sisters and 1 brother from Keith and I. He also has 1 sister and 2 brother from his mom side.  He turned 18 and the day after he had his wisdom teeth pulled.  He did very well.  We had invited him up to the house on Wednesday for dinner since we thought that he would have plans for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;, and knew that he was getting his teeth pulled the next day.  We had the best dinner with him. He has always loved steak and potatoes so that is what we had.  He stayed for a while after dinner and was the jungle gym for the kids. It gave Keith a break from being the gym.  We love him and will miss him when he goes to school.  The plan for now is that he wants to go to Laramie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-2512569937761515246?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2512569937761515246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=2512569937761515246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/2512569937761515246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/2512569937761515246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/03/erik-is-18.html' title='Erik Is 18'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-4686090530144020994</id><published>2009-03-04T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:45:15.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumming</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasure of going to school to see Libby today to watch her 5th grade classes drumming concert.  Miss Asay has been teaching the  5th grade to use the African drums.  The all did a song together at first, then the classes each did a song alone and some of the kids did solos.  They all did a great job.  They not only used the drums but also sang along with it. What skills. I can hardly chew gum and walk at the same time. Wow.  They all preformed the last songs together.  It was great to see our kids learn so many new and fun things. Great job Libby love seeing you do your best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-4686090530144020994?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4686090530144020994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=4686090530144020994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/4686090530144020994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/4686090530144020994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/03/drumming.html' title='Drumming'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-2737505320316032301</id><published>2009-03-01T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:37:11.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>College Class</title><content type='html'>It is my first college class and I just want to let everyone know that I have a better grade than Keith.  I would not say anything about this but Keith always checks to see who has the higher grade.  I just like to rub it in his face. Love ya honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-2737505320316032301?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2737505320316032301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=2737505320316032301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/2737505320316032301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/2737505320316032301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/03/college-class.html' title='College Class'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-8866903487096935498</id><published>2009-02-28T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:51:41.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year</title><content type='html'>We have been in our house one year now.  We have had the best year. We have been healthier and warmer.  I thought that I would never get over being kicked out of the rental, but what a blessing.  I never knew that owning your own home would be so much work.  The kids still tell me that they miss our old house and yard. I miss our old yard too, until I mow the yard now and it take about 20 minutes and not 2 hours. I love living in Cowley and the friend that we have here.  Everyone that lives here makes our town the greatest place to live and raise your kids. Thanks Everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-8866903487096935498?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/8866903487096935498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=8866903487096935498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/8866903487096935498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/8866903487096935498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-year.html' title='1 Year'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-3418106477203310847</id><published>2009-02-10T20:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:06:33.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith'/><title type='text'>College Class</title><content type='html'>Keith and I started this semester taking a college class. We wanted to get better at using our computer programs.  We were afraid that our kids would pass us up, and know more about the programs than we do. I already think that they know more now.  It is on every Tuesday night from 6:30 to 9:30.  It has really been fun. We are getting to spend time together and trying to learn more at the same time.  We are both getting A's right now.  Kieth checks his grade more than I do, but that is okay with me.  We are right now getting all of our work done in class. Its a good thing that we have enough time to do it all in class and ask for the teachers help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-3418106477203310847?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3418106477203310847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=3418106477203310847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/3418106477203310847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/3418106477203310847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/college-class.html' title='College Class'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-8688973967231372191</id><published>2009-02-09T17:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:42:41.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Betsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clara'/><title type='text'>Commandment 11</title><content type='html'>We have a new commandment in our house. Have you ever heard of the 11th commandment?  I had not heard of it in till today.  Betsy and Clara ran in the room tonight after school and Clara had asked Betsy to shut the door behind them, so Betsy slammed the door a little hard.  I went to the door and opened it and as I opened the door Betsy said sorry momma sorry. I then asked her to please not slam the doors.  She then looks at me and said but momma Clara commanded me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I just love the little things that my kids come up with.  How could I be mad at her after that. We have had a good laugh about this all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-8688973967231372191?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/8688973967231372191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=8688973967231372191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/8688973967231372191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/8688973967231372191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/commandment-11.html' title='Commandment 11'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-2884560562904454415</id><published>2009-02-04T15:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:56:54.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Kids</title><content type='html'>Having sick kids is no fun.  Aaron got sick last week around Wednesday.  He was coughing so bad and by Friday I took him into the doctor.  He had croop again.  He had just had it a month before.  They gave him some steroids as they did the last time.  I thought that he was on the road to recovery, then he seemed to get worse.  They only get worse before they get better right. I keep him home all weekend and in the house, which he hated.  On Monday we went out and went to Powell.  It made him very tired and made him cough again.  On Tuesday morning I woke up to Libby throwing up.  I now had them both home sick.  Libby stayed home from schoool on Tuesday then she tried to go on Wednesday but only made it intill 9:00.  I think that everyone is getting a bit better but knock on wood. I hope to be back out and about in the real world again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-2884560562904454415?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2884560562904454415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=2884560562904454415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/2884560562904454415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/2884560562904454415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-kids.html' title='Sick Kids'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-7917684385812294235</id><published>2009-01-27T10:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:29:07.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith'/><title type='text'>Neighbors Howling Dog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SX8_jl3RaSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KqEF7rP4L68/s1600-h/hound+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SX8_jl3RaSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KqEF7rP4L68/s320/hound+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296021567502903586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your neighbors dogs ever drive you nuts at night or wake you up.  I have a good story for you then.  You all are wondering, I know what is she talking about. Here it goes. I was in a very deep sleep when all of the sudden I was woke up by a howling dog. How many of you have ever been woken up by someone elses dog? I sat straight up in bed scared to death because I thought that the dog had some how got in our house, and was in my room.  As I sat up and looked around, I found that Keith was still asleep.  Then all of the sudden there was that awful noise again, only this time I found that it was coming from my sleeping husband.  Yes, Keith howling in his sleep at the top of his lungs.  As I watched him howl I started to laugh so hard that I had to get up out of bed.  When I got out of my bed (the dog house) it woke this snoozing hound up. (It was just like the movie Fox and the hound, when Copper tells Todd that he is a hound dog and then howls as loud as he could.) He was howling that loud. Keith woke up and asked what I was doing and where I was going, and I told him that I was using the bathroom.  I then said that I had to go down to get me a drink and asked him if he would like one.  He said that he did need a drink and so I asked, did you want it in a bowl or a cup because you were just howling like a hound dog. I then asked if I could also bring him a doggy bone for a snack. I then explained it all to him and we have been having fun ever since then howling and making fun of his night of howling and maybe hunting in his sleep.  I did ask him what he was dreaming about and he said that he really has no idea what it was that made him howl.  Maybe he is really a werewolf. Ha Ha. We will have many laughs about this one. Sorry honey, but at least i do love dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-7917684385812294235?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/7917684385812294235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=7917684385812294235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/7917684385812294235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/7917684385812294235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/neighbors-howling-dog.html' title='Neighbors Howling Dog?'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SX8_jl3RaSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KqEF7rP4L68/s72-c/hound+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-4898348657717080276</id><published>2009-01-24T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:29:00.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron's Says</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SXnwr9ndv3I/AAAAAAAAACs/DYe9w4aVQzc/s1600-h/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SXnwr9ndv3I/AAAAAAAAACs/DYe9w4aVQzc/s320/img001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294527475015860082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron says some of the funniest things all the time. We were out to the farm loading hay on the trailer for the cows and Keith was teasing him.  He kept calling him little names like stud, b man, and others. He finally called him a little stinker cause every time Keith would call him something Aaron would say that's not my name don't call me that. So Aaron thought for awhile after his dad called him a stinker and then finally told his dad.  "That is so rude dad, you shouldn't call me that." Keith and I laughed so hard because we didn't know that he knew how to use rude in a sentence let alone that he knew what it rude ment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-4898348657717080276?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4898348657717080276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=4898348657717080276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/4898348657717080276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/4898348657717080276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/aarons-says.html' title='Aaron&apos;s Says'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SXnwr9ndv3I/AAAAAAAAACs/DYe9w4aVQzc/s72-c/img001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-6138848663419504516</id><published>2009-01-23T09:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:17:34.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erik'/><title type='text'>Erik Senior Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SXntAkWk7GI/AAAAAAAAACc/DZSH84vdciA/s1600-h/img010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SXntAkWk7GI/AAAAAAAAACc/DZSH84vdciA/s320/img010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294523430964882530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erik is now a senior. It is hard to believe that he was Aarons age when Keith and I got married.  This is one of many of his Senior pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-6138848663419504516?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/6138848663419504516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=6138848663419504516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/6138848663419504516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/6138848663419504516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/erik-senior-pictures.html' title='Erik Senior Pictures'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SXntAkWk7GI/AAAAAAAAACc/DZSH84vdciA/s72-c/img010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-981786054912538286</id><published>2009-01-21T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:27:47.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Libby's Birthday</title><content type='html'>It was Libby's day on the 21st. It is hard to get used to the idea that she is now 11 years old.  I keep thinking that she was just a baby not long ago.  I don't know if I can get over this. We had a great day planned. She wanted pumpkin pie for her cake this year. I made 5 pies for everyone to come and enjoy with her, and they all did.  She had her friend Maggie over grandpa and grandma Brimhall, Grandma Great Jolley, Kris and his family, Karen, Bradley and lots of other stragglers along the way. It was fun we had hambugers and all the fixings then pie.  I hope that you had a great day Libby, we love you and want you to know what a sweet young lady that you are becoming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-981786054912538286?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/981786054912538286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=981786054912538286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/981786054912538286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/981786054912538286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/libbys-birthday.html' title='Libby&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-3553751995898657665</id><published>2009-01-13T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:38:42.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th 1995</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SXnuBbTiQaI/AAAAAAAAACk/1rT_4XYSJso/s1600-h/cardston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SXnuBbTiQaI/AAAAAAAAACk/1rT_4XYSJso/s320/cardston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294524545227702690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the Cardston, Alberta Temple. Keith and I were married 14 years ago in Lovell, by Bishop Jones. We later chose this temple to be sealed in for time and eternity.  Libby was just a baby and we got to take her along with us. What a great day. It was September 18, 1998. My grandpa Jolley's Birthday. We were married on my Grandma Workman's Birthday Friday the 13th of January 1995.  How time goes by. I love you Keith and all of the good and bad times. I love all the kids that we have and wouldn't change any of them or give any back (maybe once in a while on those bad times).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-3553751995898657665?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/3553751995898657665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=3553751995898657665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/3553751995898657665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/3553751995898657665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/marrige.html' title='Friday the 13th 1995'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SXnuBbTiQaI/AAAAAAAAACk/1rT_4XYSJso/s72-c/cardston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-4210732956298095198</id><published>2008-12-18T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:56:48.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picture 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SX-Qm-W3jFI/AAAAAAAAADM/FDQFYT8K15E/s1600-h/Family+Picture+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SX-Qm-W3jFI/AAAAAAAAADM/FDQFYT8K15E/s200/Family+Picture+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296110686059334738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-4210732956298095198?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4210732956298095198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=4210732956298095198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/4210732956298095198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/4210732956298095198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-picture-2008.html' title='Family Picture 2008'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SX-Qm-W3jFI/AAAAAAAAADM/FDQFYT8K15E/s72-c/Family+Picture+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-4499755223165760365</id><published>2008-12-04T05:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T05:09:28.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>We got family pictures right before Thanksgiving break.  It is always fun to get pictures taken. NOT!! We did have a good time even if we had to take pictures. We had everyone there and happy. Can you believe that they were all happy and didn't fight until after we were done.  I will be posting other pictures slowly after I get them on my computer. Keep a look out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-4499755223165760365?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4499755223165760365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=4499755223165760365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/4499755223165760365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/4499755223165760365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-289637965546764526</id><published>2008-12-04T04:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T04:47:54.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I went by Simmons and Banks today and saw that you had things up for Christmas. I have to tell you I was not in the mood for Christmas yet this year, and then I went by and it looked so warm and inviting. I brought up some feeling that I have every year around the holiday season. I always have a hard time at Christmas time and holiday's.  I don't really have a reason other than I can't stand to spend money just to see how much you can buy someones love. How much that you can buy for your family members.  I love to get presents and gifts, but why does it have to seem that it is that we try to over give on Christmas.  I feel that way at least. I have always felt that Christmas is a waste of money. I'm not saying this to sound mean or to have anyone hate me because I feel this way. It is just that people in general seem to forget that it is something more than just buying presents. I am not saying that I am the perfect example about it being about Christ. I'm not in the least perfect. I like to feel that I am working on that with my kids so that they understand that it is not all about how much things cost and what you get. After seeing people with there pretty decorations up I decided that I would try to change this year and not be so hateful at Christmas time. My family usually gets the worst of me at this time of year. I thought that maybe if I just went home and got stuff out and started to enjoy this with my kids and family and not worry about the money of it all, that maybe I won't pass on the hate of Christmas to my kids. I usually don't get my Christmas stuff out until December 15th or later. Then if you know me you know that right after we open presents on Christmas morning I take everything down. The sooner to get over the holiday's the better. So this year, after seeing decorations up and Aaron being so excited I decided to make a change.  I went straight home and Aaron and I got out some of the Christmas stuff.   The other kids came home from school and saw that I had got out the Christmas stuff and were way to excited to help.  It was so great to see that just a simple getting stuff out and putting it up made my kids so happy.  I want to thank all of you that show so much joy and spirit for the holiday's a great big way to go. Thank you for being such great examples even when you don't realize that you are. Seeing yours and other peoples houses made me think that my kids are the only ones missing out on all the Christmas stuff and I am just hurting my kids for me not liking the holiday's.  I am trying to get through my funk, and to try to show some Christmas spirit.  If you go by my house and not see everything up yet it is called baby steps. Happy Holiday's to everyone and Merry Christmas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;TO ME THE BEST GIFT IS THE ONES THAT ARE FROM THE HEART AND HOMEMADE !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-289637965546764526?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/289637965546764526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=289637965546764526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/289637965546764526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/289637965546764526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-gifts.html' title='The Best Gifts'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-300479461253912000</id><published>2008-12-02T19:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:44:44.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 years together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/STXxDMOb1DI/AAAAAAAAABk/HdL9m-Aw1UU/s1600-h/young+love.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/STXxDMOb1DI/AAAAAAAAABk/HdL9m-Aw1UU/s320/young+love.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275387575658075186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Keith and I when we first got married. Oh how time sometimes is not so good for your figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-300479461253912000?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/300479461253912000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=300479461253912000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/300479461253912000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/300479461253912000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2008/12/14-years-together.html' title='14 years together'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/STXxDMOb1DI/AAAAAAAAABk/HdL9m-Aw1UU/s72-c/young+love.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-2443703547838659256</id><published>2008-11-29T19:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:16:39.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving with the Jolley's</title><content type='html'>We thought that since this year my brother and his family lived in Sidney, Montana that we would spend it with them.  On Wednesday we loaded the van after the kids got out of school at noon.  Keith's sister had came from Laramie for Thanksgiving to spend it with her dad, so we saw her and her son for about an hour then left.  It is always fun to take the kids on a trip. We hear we are bored, she is touching me, or my favorite I have to go the bathroom. Riding with 5 girls you would think that it is one of them, but no it is are little boy Aaron that is 3.  We got to Sidney about 8:00 and then the kids want to play with their cousins not go to bed.  We got them all settles down about 11:00 and at least in the places where they were going to be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;     We wake up early on Thursday morning because Gary (my brother) gets a call that he needs to go to work. Well Keith took the time off from his work and went there and was put to work by my brother. My brother owns his own company so he is on call 24 hours a day. They both worked and Kate and I made dinner for us and the kids.  We were just getting ready to eat then they called and said that they would be home in a little bit.  We waited for them and had a great Thanksgiving dinner with them and some of my brothers employees. We had a great day. Keith and Gary had to work again the next day so Kate and I went to Williston, ND to shop for black friday.  On Saturday we took all of the kids bowling and then went back to the house to relax.  We are leaving to come home tomorrow and the kids can't wait to get home.  Keith and I are ready to be back to but are not looking forward to the ride with the kids. If any of you have good ideas about traveling with kids I would love to hear what works for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-2443703547838659256?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2443703547838659256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=2443703547838659256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/2443703547838659256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/2443703547838659256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-with-jolleys.html' title='Thanksgiving with the Jolley&apos;s'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-2893466967460232708</id><published>2008-11-12T00:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:56:38.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November 8th Clara's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Clara had a great birthday. She had her family over for the night to have birthday cake. She was able to go to Billings with Mom and Dad. She got spoiled rotten and was able to chose where we went out to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-2893466967460232708?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/2893466967460232708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=2893466967460232708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/2893466967460232708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/2893466967460232708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-8th.html' title='November 8th Clara&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-4186982257779319176</id><published>2008-11-12T00:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:24:33.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween at the Brimhalls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It has been a long time since I have posted anything.  I hope that everyone is doing well.  We are all doing great.  We had a awesome Halloween with the kids.  It was about five minutes before we walked out the door and Aaron had planned on being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spider man&lt;/span&gt;. He got up and went in his room and pulled out another costume from last year and became a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skeleton&lt;/span&gt;.  What fun kids are. I will have to post some pictures when I get them on my computer.  We always have Keith's sister Karen come down Powell. She hasn't missed a year since Libby was a baby. We love you aunt Karen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-4186982257779319176?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/4186982257779319176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=4186982257779319176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/4186982257779319176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/4186982257779319176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-at-brimhalls.html' title='Halloween at the Brimhalls'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-1202652350007673218</id><published>2008-09-30T17:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:45:47.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keith and I just got back from our first vacation alone.  I guess you could call it our honeymoon since we never had one.  We spent 3 days with my brother and his wife there.  We spent most of my time walking around non stop.  We saw a whole lot in just a little amount of time. We saw Sea World, Mexico, Beaches and so much more. When we get the pictures back we will post them soon. We had a great time but are also glad to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802365158486012793-1202652350007673218?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/1202652350007673218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=1202652350007673218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/1202652350007673218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/1202652350007673218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2008/09/san-diego.html' title='San Diego'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802365158486012793.post-172446816262081853</id><published>2008-09-21T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:55:44.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;We finally made one!!! Ha Ha Ha!!!!&lt;/span&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/4802365158486012793-172446816262081853?l=crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/feeds/172446816262081853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802365158486012793&amp;postID=172446816262081853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/172446816262081853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802365158486012793/posts/default/172446816262081853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazybrimhalls.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-blogger.html' title='New Blogger'/><author><name>Lana Brimhall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725762460537215289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKt8IXugVo/SZ7pCLdnqkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u8zgN3DAtgE/S220/wedding.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
