<?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-4357670801457838822</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:52:51.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in the Next Eleven Months</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-2378054486690494819</id><published>2009-06-11T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:20:50.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work, school....life</title><content type='html'>Time for an update eh?? Well, I am still working at Molly Maid. It's not a bad job really. It's one I don't dread THAT much every morning so it must be a good sign. I am surprised at this though, I have never that I would enjoy cleaning for a living. I don't really enjoy it but it isn't bad. I have a new partner, at first I was scared she was going to be a very annoying old lady that talks to much, I found out very quickly that I was quite right. She talks a lot, and is old, and I get annoyed at her at least fifty times a day. But, even with all of this, I enjoy being her partner and it will be sad to leave her in two months.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true. I am quitting Molly Maid in two months and a bit and heading off to Briercrest College. I am pretty excited. But am starting to feel like bible school is so expensive and I don't really want to go, just because of the costs. So, maybe I will not go unless God will exend a miracle my way and give me enough money to make it though two years of school.&lt;br /&gt;So, that's some of the new exciting things in my life. There are some more things but I think I will leave it like this for now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-2378054486690494819?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2378054486690494819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=2378054486690494819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2378054486690494819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2378054486690494819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-schoollife.html' title='work, school....life'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-2604756035292135614</id><published>2009-04-07T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:45:14.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Lady in Undies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yes, yes I know...it's been a while. And many exciting things have happened. I got a job, I am actually starting my swimming next week and thats about it so its not actually that exciting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to find my way to swimming lessons might prove interesting but that is not super exciting stuff to write about. So, this post will be about my new job...Molly Maid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of you probably already know but since most have probably stopped reading this a month ago when I last posted...it is very likely that you know. That was confusing for me to so don't worry, it's not just you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started the Thursday before last. We clean an average of 5 houses a day and sometimes gets up to 7. Which is insane because cleaning one house every other week is enough cleaning for me. But whatever the case...this is what happens. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I had an interesting exprience, I am not sure if Ms.Smith as I will call her would like if I told the world this but whatever. She is a very cute old lady how swears more than my partner which is a lot. But that is not the point of the story. The point is that this 70 or 80 ish lady likes to walk around with her undies on while we clean. Not excatly what you expect for a lady that age. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that was a pretty boring story but I thought I would share it anyway... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-2604756035292135614?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2604756035292135614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=2604756035292135614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2604756035292135614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2604756035292135614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-lady-in-undies.html' title='The Old Lady in Undies'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8232975744141395797</id><published>2009-03-11T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:34:31.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>Wow! If I got a penny for everyday I didn't write a post, I would have like 20 cents! That's a pretty large amount of money eh? &lt;br /&gt;So, the past few weeks have been interesting to say the least. I got home from Nicaragua on the 3rd. Didn't miss a flight or lose baggage but it was a close call on both accounts. Two days later was Mom's birthday, 48...she's almost old. Just kidding Mom!&lt;br /&gt;I have been in the city for a couple of days now. Just hanging out with the sisters and my almost brother =)&lt;br /&gt;I got signed up for swimming lessons at the U of M today. Tomorrow or the next day I will go in search of a job. But considering my past, odds are I will procrastinate a couple more days.&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty much decided that I will go to Bible school next fall. That is if I don't procrastinate getting my applications in. I am pretty excited about that...if only I knew which one to go to! To many options I tell you. Any recommendations anyone??&lt;br /&gt;The girls and staff at CINAG are having a hard time as of late and it would be awesome if you could send a little prayer God's way. I won't go into to many details but the girls are being a bit rebellious. And also several are being sent either back to their parents or other centers.&lt;br /&gt;Since I have SO much to do tomorrow I think I will shut her down and get some shuteye.&lt;br /&gt;¡buenas noches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8232975744141395797?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8232975744141395797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8232975744141395797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8232975744141395797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8232975744141395797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5251176717769359533</id><published>2009-02-21T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:49:23.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks went by way to fast...and the next two weeks are going just as fast. It makes me so sad! I really dont want to leave here. The second group has arrived. They are pretty cool. I got a sunburn too. It turned nice and brown then started peeling....stupid skin!&lt;br /&gt;i havent written much about the girls at the orphanage so Ill tell you a bit about them.&lt;br /&gt;The oldest is Jhara, she is 17 and very stubborn and thinks everything should be her way or no way.&lt;br /&gt;Norma is a sly little girl who likes to make public statements of her discontent by taking a shovel to the gaurds head.&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid is a very very very spunky girl. The word is weird but it fits her perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea is quiet a little shy but has a beautiful voice.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, she is the clingyest little girl ever...I dont think she has ever gotten love.&lt;br /&gt;Anna Julia is determined to leave the orphanage, she is not very happy.&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly gives many many many hugs and kisses. To the extreme where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;So, that is the girls.&lt;br /&gt;I love them so much!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5251176717769359533?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5251176717769359533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5251176717769359533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5251176717769359533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5251176717769359533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2009/02/girls.html' title='The Girls'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5123622226733968627</id><published>2009-02-09T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:08:47.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Monkeys!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I guess it is time to post another update...&lt;br /&gt;The team left on Wednesday last week and I moved into Wallie and Esther Weibes house. It was very beautiful. They have four children...they are all very cute and very loud. They have to be on their way to school by 6:45am. That's pretty early if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to a church service way out in the middle of no where. It was a very good experience...very very very different than any other Church I have been in.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also one of the most exciting days of my life...if you don't know and want to...ask Krista! Yay! I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;I saw lots of monkeys yesterday. I love monkeys!&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have been filling my days hanging out with the girls at CINAG, watching Spanish TV, learning a little Spanish and reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5123622226733968627?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5123622226733968627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5123622226733968627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5123622226733968627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5123622226733968627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-monkeys.html' title='I Love Monkeys!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-4375282478339054309</id><published>2009-02-02T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:12:51.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>I had a hot shower for the first time in two weeks last night. I dont remember a time I was more grateful for hot water.&lt;br /&gt;Last week was spent working. We painted so much. Today we painted almost an entire school, inside and out! Good thing it was only one room =)&lt;br /&gt;On friday we went back to the ocean, I love the ocean! Saturday we visited a potter and a beautiful campground. Sunday I saw my first volcano close up. It was pretty stinky. And there was so much smoke we couldnt really see anything. I hope next time we go it will be clearer. The group sang a special number in church to...it was defiantly special!!!&lt;br /&gt;I almost got hit by one of those tiny taxi on the way to the interent. That was pretty exciting. Last night there was a guy with a gun. Always an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;Today half of our team got sick. We havent figured out from what but they are getting better. The people that got sick were the people that got needles. I didnt get any and Im fine...but maybe I will eat my words later.&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-4375282478339054309?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4375282478339054309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=4375282478339054309' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4375282478339054309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4375282478339054309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-7433900737158218450</id><published>2009-01-24T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:55:12.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good and the Bad</title><content type='html'>In the email I sent my family I forgot to mention the weather. I have worn a sweater and long pants every evening and sweaters in the morning. The sun is hot but the wind is chilly. But it is still way better than -30 right? Today we went to Mombacho Cloud forest and it was amazing! I can´t wait to show you movies of the zipline!&lt;br /&gt;My Spanish is getting better and better and after 5 more weeks Ill be fluent!&lt;br /&gt;Showers are all cold and hydro is out often.&lt;br /&gt;People are very friendly here and the food is right up there with Mennonite meals! and the jusice....the juice beats all!&lt;br /&gt;Not everthing is perfect though. One of the workers, Charles Brandt, fell off the roof and is in the hospital. He is doing okay but has a hairline fracture on a vertabrae and a seperation between two other vertabraes. It would be awesome if you could pray for him and his wife Luella. One of the girls became a Christian because of this so that is reason to praise God through this.&lt;br /&gt;Okay...Im off the sleep...I have to wake up early tomorrow. We are having breakfast at 6 or 6:30am!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-7433900737158218450?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/7433900737158218450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=7433900737158218450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7433900737158218450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7433900737158218450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-and-bad.html' title='The Good and the Bad'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-3112216084056489981</id><published>2009-01-22T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:28:36.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Here!</title><content type='html'>I have very little time right now because we are almost ready to head back to Normas but I thought I d let everyone know that Im here and having a good time. Today was really long but I hope that I will get lots of rest...which I doubt because of the celebrations going on here but whatever. The girls at the orphange are beautiful and full of energy and I am excited about spending time with them. But I gotta a go now...see you all in a couple weeks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got that last post from the back of a business card...for a guitar company!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-3112216084056489981?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/3112216084056489981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=3112216084056489981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3112216084056489981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3112216084056489981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-here.html' title='I am Here!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-7606601570115711864</id><published>2009-01-16T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:38:59.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Rich Quick?</title><content type='html'>We are starting a cat ranch with 100,000 cats. Each cat will average 12 kittens a year. The cat skins will sell for 30c each. One hundred men can skin 5,000 cats a day - we figure a daily net profit of over $1,000. Now what shall we feed the cat's? We will start a rat ranch next door with 1,000,000 rats. The rats will breed 12 times faster than the cats. So, we will have four rats to feed each day to each cat. Now what shall we feed the rats? We will feed the rats the carcasses of the cats after they have been skinned. Now get this! We feed the rats to the cats and the cats to the rats and get the skins for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-7606601570115711864?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/7606601570115711864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=7606601570115711864' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7606601570115711864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7606601570115711864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-rich-quick.html' title='Get Rich Quick?'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-7829289149070360312</id><published>2009-01-07T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:24:27.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I get my garland tomorrow =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Many moons have passed since I last posted. But I won't go on and on with reasons and excuses. For there really are none. But I have something much more exciting to write about. Although this subject may not bring you the joyous feeling it brought me. In exactly two weeks from this moment I will be spending my first night in Nicaragua. Hurrah for warm weather! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But enough of that. What else is new? My fish are still alive, Tinkerbell has not eaten them and I have not forgotten to feed them. Though I do fear I might overfeed them which is a bad thing to do apparently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, my mind is completely blank so I will keep this one very very short =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-7829289149070360312?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/7829289149070360312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=7829289149070360312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7829289149070360312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7829289149070360312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-get-my-garland-tomorrow.html' title='I get my garland tomorrow =)'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-1547151696429734570</id><published>2008-12-17T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:03:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession Time: Barbies and Knights in Shining Armour</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I guess it is time to post again. I have actually started to write a new post a couple times. Each time the main subject seems boring and infantile when I am finished the first paragraph. I have actually wanted to use that would a lot lately so I am quite excited that I got to use it. But I am not 100% sure I even know what it means and if I used it in the right context. But that is not very important.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I will start with an update on how planning for Nicaragua is going. OK, next subject...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have this weird obsession of watching Gilmore Girls. I actually don't like them that much. They really annoy me most of the time. But none-the-less I watch it way to much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess what I did! I played Barbies. Yes, you read that last sentence right. Barbies. I haven't played with those dolls in years...yes, it has been years. I am not that strange that I always play Barbies....I don't really, and I didn't really now either. I don't even know why I am confessing this...I will probably be bug mercilessly, though I am not sure by who.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, confession time is over for me. But guess what?!?! I am 18 in four days! I am not actually that excited. I actually think that it is going to be the worst birthday ever but I guess we will have to wait and see. I'll let you know if it sucked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am feeling like another confession so here goes...I drew a horse with a knight. Pretty flippin awesome I think!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-1547151696429734570?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1547151696429734570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=1547151696429734570' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1547151696429734570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1547151696429734570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/12/confession-time-barbies-and-knights-in.html' title='Confession Time: Barbies and Knights in Shining Armour'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-6238971820398965940</id><published>2008-12-06T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:11:59.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicaragua</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Alright, I know. Where have I been? I always get annoyed when no one updates their blog and here I am not posting anything but over a week. I've got no exuse. I've actually had a lot more time to blog than I did two weeks ago. But honestly, my life isn't that exciting right now. I mean, I love living at home and everything but I don't really do anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, instead I will post the letter that I have and will be sending to some people. It is quite exciting =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;As you might have heard, I am planning on going with Action Canada to Nicaragua for a missions trip. I will be leaving on January 21st and returning March 3rd, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Nicaragua is the poorest country in Central America and the second poorest in Latin America. It is also the largest country in Central America and approximately 1/5 the size of Manitoba.&lt;br /&gt;I will be working mainly at CINAG (Gethsemane Centre for Children at Risk) near Diriamba doing construction work. The purpose of the trip is not only to work at the site but also to build relationships with the children and staff there.&lt;br /&gt;I will also have the opportunity to visit some Churches in the surrounding area and participate in their services. There may be the chance to assist one congregation construct their place of worship.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me while I am on the missions trip; that I will be willing to follow God and be able to show love to the people I interact with.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to help me financially, please make cheques payable to Action International Ministries and include my name on a separate piece of paper. Donations can be handed in to me or be mailed to the Action Canada office by December 15th for tax receipts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janette Brandt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTION Canada,&lt;br /&gt;3015A 21st. St. NE, Calgary, AB&lt;br /&gt;T2E 7T1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told you it was exciting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-6238971820398965940?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/6238971820398965940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=6238971820398965940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6238971820398965940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6238971820398965940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/12/alright-i-know.html' title='Nicaragua'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8112525545038912647</id><published>2008-11-25T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:54:17.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contents not suitable for weak stomachs. Viewer Discretion is Advised.</title><content type='html'>So, today being my third day no longer an employee of Canadian Tire I decided to go for a walk. There is this movie I need to return. So, I decide to put on my brand new kicks and test them out. I mean, it's only a few blocks away. So, I go and return it, then I think...why not go get my hair cut! What a wonderful idea. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I walk down Pembina looking for a place to get a new do. I walk and walk and walk. Then I see Ultracut! I go in and find a women with horrible hair and a rude attitude. I leave. I keep walking and walking. Then I spot European Hair Design. Then I think, "&lt;em&gt;They will make me look like Amy Winehouse&lt;/em&gt;" and I continue walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I find Singletons and decide this is where I will get my hair cut. I walk in, get my hair cut by a women with equally bad hair as the first, and walk out with a trim...not what I wanted but I was to scared to let her cut more off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I start my trek back. Half way there I am thinking "&lt;em&gt;Food, food, foooood!" &lt;/em&gt;And then I realize I haven't eaten all day and it is almost two o'clock! This is insane. I start randomly chatting out loud to myself. Chatting "Food" over and over. And starting to limp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I get home I almost need crutches! I look down at my foot and see this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272777166362565586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SSyq5XzU29I/AAAAAAAAAII/do506FJK-PI/s400/000_0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272777976119128930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SSyrogYVc2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/c6emLbL9tpA/s400/000_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beautiful I know. So, that is my interesting tale of the day. I hope you enjoy the picture on my massive blister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and remember...do not walk 5 1/2 miles in brand new shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over and out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8112525545038912647?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8112525545038912647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8112525545038912647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8112525545038912647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8112525545038912647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/11/contents-not-suitable-for-weak-stomachs.html' title='Contents not suitable for weak stomachs. Viewer Discretion is Advised.'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SSyq5XzU29I/AAAAAAAAAII/do506FJK-PI/s72-c/000_0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-6774279219527691469</id><published>2008-11-13T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:55:45.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggravated Assault</title><content type='html'>The more I think about it the less entertaining it gets but at the time it was a subject very worthy of a post. Would you like to know what I am talking about? I thought so :D. Though, some of you have already either experienced or heard some version of the event that took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must also say that you have absolutely no obligation to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I have a very unnecessary introduction to my story, here goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;east Indian cashier named Parveen: &lt;/em&gt;Janette, can you help this customer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette: &lt;/em&gt;I would love to! what do you need help with/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady: &lt;/em&gt;I need a ice scraper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette:&lt;/em&gt; a shovel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady:&lt;/em&gt; no a ice scraper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette:&lt;/em&gt; I'll show you where they are supposed to be on the floor. what kind of ice scraper are you looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady:&lt;/em&gt; the one for $14.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette:&lt;/em&gt; what size are you looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady:&lt;/em&gt; an ice scraper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette:&lt;/em&gt; like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady:&lt;/em&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette:&lt;/em&gt; like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady:&lt;/em&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette:&lt;/em&gt; like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady:&lt;/em&gt; yes but for $14.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette:&lt;/em&gt; it looks like there are none on the floor, let me go check the warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady:&lt;/em&gt; i drove here all the way from downtown. i phoned here twice. you said you have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette:&lt;/em&gt; yes, i understand, let me go check in the back. I'll just be a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where i proceed to spend ten minutes looking for a 8" job mate ice chopper. note that it is not a scraper but a chopper that she wanted. when i can't find it i go back down to see if a missed it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette:&lt;/em&gt; I couldn't find it upstairs but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady:&lt;/em&gt; I drove a long way and you said you had some on the phone. i called yesterday and today and both times i was told there are some here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette:&lt;/em&gt; I understand but i can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady:&lt;/em&gt; you don't understand, this is not funny. this is not a joke. i came a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette snickers cause it is a little funny the way she is so insistently rude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady:&lt;/em&gt; you said on the phone that you had some here and i drove all this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette:&lt;/em&gt; i know, and i am trying to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady:&lt;/em&gt; no you don't understand, i need to get a different ice chopper for the same price. i need to talk to a manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janette: &lt;/em&gt;OK, i will go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady: &lt;/em&gt;this is making me very angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krista: &lt;/em&gt;she is to and your hurting her feelings you old hag! she's my sister and you don't have any right to talk to her like that stupid cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;old lady:&lt;/em&gt; pardon me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krista walks away with smoke coming from her ears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in my story I am at customer service calling a manger named Kyle. To understand Kyle`s character think of the strangest person you have met, now imagine that person a workaholic and and insane perfectionist. OK, so i call him up and explain the situation. together we go look for that stupid ice chopper. and then try to find one that we can sell to her for the same price.&lt;br /&gt;by this time the lady has some how managed to find another manager, this one named Garry the grouch. she proceeds to list all of the horrible details of her day and all the problems that Canadian Tire has, including the horrendous staff attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;i could probably go on and on which i already have but i will let your imagination finish off this one which ever way you want. on the other hand i`ll make one up that fits my feelings toward the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see this woman coming toward me already complaining about my patheticness, as she nears i whip out the ice chopper she doesn`t want and whack her over the head. end of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-6774279219527691469?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/6774279219527691469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=6774279219527691469' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6774279219527691469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6774279219527691469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/11/aggravated-assault.html' title='Aggravated Assault'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5251264617381727982</id><published>2008-11-11T18:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:29:04.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love dr. pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the good times just keep rolling don't they. yesterday i handed in my letter of resignation! it was the best feeling in the world. well, not quite. i was actually a bit nervous about the reaction of my supervisor. and as i presumed, he got a little upset. i felt so bad. he told me he was going to cry and didn't say more than like, six words to me all day. that's an exaggeration but almost only six words. anyway, he proceeded to make me feel guilty about quitting sooner than what i had origanlly said. oh well, i think he'll get over it. they'll hire someone much more willing to do his bidding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;right now Sheri has a few friends over. that's about all i have to say about them. a very entertaining subject i must say. though, they do make good milkshakes :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have been doing some research on Nicaragua lately. but so far, everything that i have read has not stayed in my head. except that it is warm there. i guess i will have to re-research this topic once again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i also looked into Spanish lessons but it is difficult to find something starting now. so i gave up and am hoping that i will miraculously learn a little bit of Spanish within the next couple of months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and my two lovely older sisters went to go see the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants 2, naturally seeing as we are sisters. it was pretty good if you like that sort of movie. which i do by the way. quite an entertaining time. i still think that the Broadway musical Hairspray beats them all. it was the best live performance i have ever seen in my life. just spectacular!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5251264617381727982?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5251264617381727982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5251264617381727982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5251264617381727982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5251264617381727982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-times-just-keep-rolling-dont-they.html' title='i love dr. pepper'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-509873731062246627</id><published>2008-11-07T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:26:19.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the happy things in life :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i am so excited!!! i got my passport today :D and my criminal record check so i am good to go to Nicaragua!!!! yay! and i printed off my resignation letter so i am done working in two weeks and then o the bliss of doing nothing. this is seriously one of the happiest days for a long time. with the new snow...eating new snow. relaxing and enjoying the first day that is feeling like winter. i am actually really excited about this snow. its about time. i love snow, but i agree the cold is a bit much but whatever. i get to miss a month and a half of it this year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the house is so cozy right now. i am sitting here watching the neighbor boys, listening to the weather channel (which by the way actually has good music) and drinking some hot chocolate. just kidding, i am only thinking of drinking hot chocolate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have been doing a happy dance all day. i am finally feeling happy :D and a little peaceful. it sounds a but corny but its true. i am just so happy...til tomorrow when i have to work...but then i can think..&lt;em&gt;only two more weeks Janette!&lt;/em&gt; WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am rambling much. i hope you are all enjoying this post. i can't even remember what i have written. but i love the snow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i ate some today! the first snow. and it made me think of you Dayna :D i ate some for you to just in case you don't have snow out there in Germany.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. so i am going to go. probably play tetris or something!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-509873731062246627?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/509873731062246627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=509873731062246627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/509873731062246627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/509873731062246627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-things-in-life-d.html' title='the happy things in life :D'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-1593781610250045039</id><published>2008-10-20T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:56:27.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busses, cousins and passport pictures</title><content type='html'>So, I have had an interesting morning. Well, not really. I woke up at 8:30 which was a nice sleep in. I then got ready for work. All was going well. If I work at one (which is what I am doing today) I have to leave the house at 11:21 to catch the Richmond Express to Stafford. Well, it just so happened that today that bus did not come at the time I expected. In fact, when I called the number on the sign, I found out it came at 12:02 instead of 11:34. This means that I will get to work a wee bit late...and I still have to wait another half an hour. So, I go back home to figure out a better bus route. As I run into the house and quickly turn on my computer...I hear something. Oh, what do you know. My lovely cousin is home. And guess what!?! She goes to school right across the street from where I work. And...she has to be back at school at 12:30. Which is the time I would get there if I went on the bus. Which is perfect because I have to go to Wal-mart to book an appointment for taking my passport photo. So, in the end it all works out. We can all breathe a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone doesn't know (which I kind of doubt) I am getting my passport picture taken so I can go to Nicaragua in January for a month! Yay! I am super excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-1593781610250045039?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1593781610250045039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=1593781610250045039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1593781610250045039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1593781610250045039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/10/busses-cousins-and-passport-pictures.html' title='busses, cousins and passport pictures'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-3300974489395274437</id><published>2008-10-05T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:02:50.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the good, the bad and thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so I've been feeling really down lately.. i am not sure exactly why though i do have a few ideas. first of all, i don't like being independent. it's to much work. i never really wanted to grow up. so, part of it is that i want to move back home and live off of mom and dad for another couple of years. but i can't do that because that would make me look like a baby, and i would have to some how find a job out there which is nearly impossible if i don't want to work at co-op, d&amp;amp;T's or a gas station. well, that's exaggerating a little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then there is the job that i have already. it is not very much fun. i almost hate it sometimes. i think i would cry everyday at work if i let myself. and i dread waking up in the morning. i honestly do not like it at all. so, today on the way back to the city i decided that if it is making my life so horrible, it is time to quit. tomorrow or the next day or maybe the next i will go to some places and find me a better job. after i decided this, there was almost instant relief...almost. but i still have to work tomorrow and the next and the next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;next on my list of things that make me down is buses. they are not very nice. they never come at the right time or if they do it takes an hour to get anywhere. that is also part of the reason i want to quit Canadian tire. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there is also probably the biggest reason for my downness...not to be mistaken with the downy softness of a pillow. i think it has a lot to do with the fact that my relationship with God is in a bit of a rut. i hate it when i get to lazy to spend time with him but it always seems to happen. so, i am trying hard to try hard but i am having a bit of a difficult time with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, now you all know my problems, well some of them. i wonder if there is anything good to share....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know! thanksgiving. i love thanksgiving. i guess it isn't thanksgiving yet but we celebrated it today and let me tell you...the food was DELICIOUS!! i love food! i love food! but if i say it that many times it sounds like i am obsessing over it which is not the case but that food is amazing! good job mom! i am almost positive that i will not have to eat again for at least two days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-3300974489395274437?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/3300974489395274437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=3300974489395274437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3300974489395274437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3300974489395274437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-bad-and-thanksgiving.html' title='the good, the bad and thanksgiving'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-4533815485195336273</id><published>2008-09-13T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:37:55.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the past two weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i guess it is time to post again..the past two weeks have been interesting to say the least. many emotions that i haven't experienced in such intensity ever. if that makes any sense at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it is pretty exciting living in the city...and there is no sarcasm there at all, no really there isn't. there are so many things i do. i go to work, i go grocery shopping, i went to church, and then some more work and a little more. then i went grocery shopping again. then i worked and went grocery shopping. very exciting, very exciting indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, OK fine. it isn't that dull. i did paint a chair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i work at Canadian tire...anyone want a job?? mine is up for sale. it isn't that bad...really. don't you guys just love that i am never sarcastic about anything. not even this..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and you have probably heard this a million times from me but this is how it goes. i stand there, and stand there, and then i lean on the counter, then i get in trouble for leaning on the counter. so i just stand there, and stand there some more. for eight hours. and guess what i get to listen to...."that's the wrong price"..."isn't that on sale this week"....you stupid cashier it's all your fault"...."can you put the wheels on my cart even though there is ten people in line and you are the only cashier"..."i couldn't fin the price for this"....the box was open, make sure all of the parts are here"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think you get the picture. but it is true that it isn't that bad and this time i am not sarcastic....only a little. but seriously, if you have a problem with something at a store.....DON"T BLAME THE CASHIER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i also must say some thank you's. first to my wonderful sisters that let me use them all the time for rides...it makes my life so much easier..and i don't have to take an hour bus ride and get on the wrong bus and have to walk have way home. then i must thank my parents for letting me steal food from them...but mostly i have to thank Sheri....i really love the cold you gave me. it was just what i need!! :) it's okay. i forgive you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so that is my life in the past few weeks. leaving out some of the boringer details.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-4533815485195336273?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4533815485195336273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=4533815485195336273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4533815485195336273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4533815485195336273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/09/past-two-weeks.html' title='the past two weeks'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-6065960460752991662</id><published>2008-08-23T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:22:38.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving, thunderstorms, and loss of skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i am quite excited to announce that i am moving for the first time in my life. i am a little nervous though...i mean, what if i can't stand my roommates??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think i may be a bit strange. most people i have talked to hate the rain that we are getting. but i love it. i love the sun, don't get me wrong. but this dreary weather is almost my favorite (unless i have to be outside lots) but i love rain and i especially love thunderstorms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think i may have lost my skill of rambling on and on with many words. i am very much wordless right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-6065960460752991662?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/6065960460752991662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=6065960460752991662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6065960460752991662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6065960460752991662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-thunderstorms-and-loss-of-skills.html' title='moving, thunderstorms, and loss of skills'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-6551419943168747903</id><published>2008-08-09T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:24:26.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting a New Life</title><content type='html'>So, camps over. I am actually happy. I had a good time there this summer but I am ready to start life again. There has been many things happening and life will never be the same. I graduated so what used to be normal is no more and I must figure out what is supposed to happen next in my life. Kate's death has also changed me and my life. So I guess that sort of means that I am starting brand new life as of now. Which is a little intimidating and scary. The decisions I must make and the plans that must be planned. But I am very exhausted from camp so I am going to do laundry and then sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-6551419943168747903?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/6551419943168747903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=6551419943168747903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6551419943168747903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6551419943168747903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/08/starting-new-life.html' title='Starting a New Life'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8586691774337913873</id><published>2008-07-26T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:04:48.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Katelyn M. Friesen</title><content type='html'>I love you so much Katelyn. I really don't know what else to say to you. I have always admired your beauty and kindness. You told me once that the purpose of your life was to love. You accomplished that goal. Your love, kindness, and generosity has touched many lives. It will not be forgotten. I will miss you so much Katelyn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8586691774337913873?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8586691774337913873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8586691774337913873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8586691774337913873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8586691774337913873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-katelyn-m-friesen.html' title='To Katelyn M. Friesen'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-323599100331247073</id><published>2008-07-16T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:42:09.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>I guess I should at least do an update on my life. I was at camp last week and it was pretty good. I have mixed feelings about that place. I love being there and the memories that I have made there but I always dread going back. It may be partly because I know I have to counsel and I really don't want to. I actually don't even like kids very much. I also don't really like being around people. So I have really know idea why I am at camp.&lt;br /&gt;I am taking swimming lessons this week. I like them a little, but just a little. Yesterday I did 17 laps in just under ten minutes and the next fastest person did 13 so I was quite happy about that. But then today I was the third out of four people. But I will make the excuse that I almost broke my neck. I am defiantly feeling a little pain in that area right now but who wouldn't when you swim full force into a wall? The more I think of it the more it hurts so maybe it's all in my head. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;This evening I have felt very depressed. I am not sure why. I have also felt very tired even though all I have been doing these past few days is resting. I was visiting camp tonight and felt many things. Envy of the people there having so much fun. Jealously of some very beautiful girls. Sadness that I am not as good friends with some people. Loneliness. Anger. Grumpiness. So, if anyone wants...I am in desperate need of some prayer. Prayer that I will get rested up for camp the next three weeks. Prayer that I will be filled with peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-323599100331247073?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/323599100331247073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=323599100331247073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/323599100331247073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/323599100331247073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/07/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-4786885489479975886</id><published>2008-07-01T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:27:14.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are You Going to Do Now?</title><content type='html'>What am I going to do now. That is the question of the day isn't it? I understand why people ask the question, I do it to. People are curious about other peoples plans. Well, my plans are still very undecided. I have the whole world ahead of me and I cannot decide what I want to do. I am going to camp in a few days and after camp...I have no idea what is going to happen. That is a little scary. And I understand that God is trying to teach me to rely on Him but sitting around here doing nothing to plan ahead is obviously not wise. So, what to do? Do I move to the city and find a job and hopefully find what I am supposed to do? Or do I go to Bible college learn more about myself and God that way? Or do I find a short or maybe even long term mission? Or perhaps there is something even more out there. I mean, whatever happened to the makeup school? Or Capernwray in Europe? Or Missions trip with Rob Linsted? With all of these options, how do I know which one to chose? How do I know where to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-4786885489479975886?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4786885489479975886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=4786885489479975886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4786885489479975886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4786885489479975886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-are-you-going-to-do-now.html' title='What Are You Going to Do Now?'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-4552619923592574927</id><published>2008-06-27T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:21:37.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216618922103506962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SGUnRVSPiBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2steT06cJEE/s400/Graduation+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful new computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216621726096843570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SGUp0i-WYzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zFK-Suism4I/s400/Graduation+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216621730689403138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SGUp00FTSQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lDZNrNYHpwo/s400/Graduation+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216621734068670002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SGUp1Aq-zjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Xba2aLGcDEA/s400/Graduation+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216621742086999138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SGUp1eiszGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LwKRA6UPDmE/s400/Graduation+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Graduating Class of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216621745252629538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SGUp1qVcfCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-o1fw3DiGqY/s400/Graduation+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216623358675960450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SGUrTkziwoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DmwkO76CwzY/s400/Graduation+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216623356904265906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SGUrTeNI2LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ikNQRclUoog/s400/Graduation+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216623347328434866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SGUrS6iFQrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/p2TbGsemwh0/s400/Graduation+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216623339167187090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SGUrScISgJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-NOpzr81EJo/s400/Graduation+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A picture capturing my relief of being done highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216623338392046130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SGUrSZPeyjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MyOmNHVNuWM/s400/Graduation+070.JPG" border="0" /&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/4357670801457838822-4552619923592574927?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4552619923592574927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=4552619923592574927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4552619923592574927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4552619923592574927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduation-pictures.html' title='Graduation Pictures'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/SGUnRVSPiBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2steT06cJEE/s72-c/Graduation+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-3168315817157519865</id><published>2008-06-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:30:23.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little of This and a Little of That</title><content type='html'>So now it really is all done. I managed to live through O Canada and I think it actually turned out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post on my new computer...that's right, I have my own computer now. I am very super exicted. I love graduating.&lt;br /&gt;Today is my second day that I have nothing planned and I am already bored. I actually wish that I had a job...crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sheri and Grandpa! How old are you now Sheri? 15 right? lol I am sooo funny eh?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who is reading this that came to my lovely party the other day...thank you. It had a good time. But to tell the truth I had an even funner time when I left.&lt;br /&gt;Have you people noticed a change in my posts over the last couple of months? They have become more and more serious. I liked them better when they were random and maybe a little more entertaining. I will try to be more entertaining now.&lt;br /&gt;I think I my have lost some of my randomness though. It is quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;But I think that I must go and find something to do other than sit in front of this beautiful computer. Especially when the sun is shining so brightly! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-3168315817157519865?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/3168315817157519865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=3168315817157519865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3168315817157519865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3168315817157519865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-of-this-and-little-of-that.html' title='A Little of This and a Little of That'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-7227855222357989283</id><published>2008-06-13T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:28:06.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Done...Almost</title><content type='html'>It is all over, well almost. I finished my last exam yesterday and feeling a little bit less stressed out. I still have to sing O Canada for grad which is really freaking me out but I feel that I have less to think about which is an amazing feeling. I am in the city this weekend. Shopping, relaxing, and eating food. It was been pretty good so far. I picked up my grad dress! Yay! It was very exciting. I got shoes and some accessories to go with it as well.&lt;br /&gt;So, I am also stressing out about what I am going to do in fall. You are probably sick of hearing that but it is true. And I only cried once about it today...honestly. Wow, I feel like I have written a novel and I actually have only written about one 100th of one. I actually have no idea how much that is but let's pretend it is not very much.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I am going to go sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-7227855222357989283?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/7227855222357989283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=7227855222357989283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7227855222357989283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7227855222357989283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-donealmost.html' title='All Done...Almost'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-2997856160459782801</id><published>2008-06-06T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:32:55.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Stressed Out and Worried.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't have much time now but I feel like I need to get this off my chest and then leave all my stress and worry behind me for this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are so many this going on in my life right now that I am starting to freak out. First of all there is exams. The worst part of high school especially in grade 12 as many of you already know. Then there is the fact that I am singing O Canada at grad and think that I will never be ready and be very nervous for it. Then this weekend there is Uprising which I am leaving for soon. The soccer tournament was this weekend as well and I have had a very confusing time trying to figure out rides. But thankfully but also unthankfully the soccer tournament has been postponed til Sunday. Thankful because that means I don't have to worry about rides yet, unthankful because this means grad pictures are going to have to be rescheduled...again. I am the most stressed out about what I am supposed to do next fall. These all may sound like petty things to you but all of them combined, along with the fact that I am very emotional right now, these things keep building up and soon everything makes me frustrated and angry. So, perhaps you could pray for me. It would be very much appreciated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-2997856160459782801?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2997856160459782801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=2997856160459782801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2997856160459782801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2997856160459782801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-stressed-out-and-worried.html' title='All Stressed Out and Worried.'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-4782150190741146544</id><published>2008-05-28T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:03:26.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help please</title><content type='html'>i have a question...&lt;br /&gt;how do you tell a friend that they are doing something they shouldn't? or how do you ask a friend if they really think that the way they are living is Christian like?&lt;br /&gt;whenever i feel like i need to approach someone about something like this or something i always think that i shouldn't be asking them because i am not any better than they are. for different reasons maybe, but still straying away from God. but then no one approaches these people and they continue to live a life that is not pleasing to God. They need encouragement to resist evil but if i don't resist it, who am i to tell them to smarten up?&lt;br /&gt;maybe the answer to these questions is simple but i think i need a little advice here...and maybe a little prayer for wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-4782150190741146544?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4782150190741146544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=4782150190741146544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4782150190741146544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4782150190741146544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/05/help-please.html' title='help please'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-3759012819706968470</id><published>2008-05-23T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:10:09.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost an Obituary</title><content type='html'>In the year of our Lord 2008, on Friday May 23rd, the dear and most beloved Tinkerbell Rose Brandt passed away. Mid-morning Stanley Brandt drove off the yard, with poor Tinky in the engine. For most of the day, we could only wonder where that poor soul was. Through the tears I shed while writing this, I remember the love and joy that she brought to our family. Now Tinkerbell is lost to the world forever...or so we thought.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I could be an official obituary writer I think. I bet that most of you were buying that story if it wasn't for my title. Tinkerbell was however in the truck when Papa drove off the yard but, I am happy to announce that she is perfectly fine. By some miracle she escaped the dreaded vehicle engine death and is now alive and well and sleeping with Kayley's teddy bears.&lt;br /&gt;So, another week is done...and only one week left til my English exam. :S It's a little scary thinking that soon there will be no more high school for Miss Janette Brandt. And only three days of working which is only 15.5 more hours that I must spend that the coop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-3759012819706968470?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/3759012819706968470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=3759012819706968470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3759012819706968470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3759012819706968470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/05/almost-obituary.html' title='Almost an Obituary'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-7300910369089215789</id><published>2008-05-20T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:37:11.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainties</title><content type='html'>I figured since no one was commenting on my blog, I would stop writing for a bit. Well, I got a little bored with that so here I am again. Not much new to say but I will give it a whirl anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my soccer game against Riverton yesterday. Quite disappointing but not disheartening. If you get what I mean. I am not sure what I mean so you can take that which ever way you want. It was a pretty intense game with a few fights, some horribly lost opportunities to score, and maybe even a few bruises.&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to see all the green grass! If it wasn't for that frigid wind it would be gorgeous out there. Oh well, summer has to come sooner or later. And if it doesn't I am moving soon anyway. Well, I am hoping to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't come up with a plan for next fall. I should probably get on that but I am fresh out of ideas. Mom wants me to go to SBC but I am feeling like I don't want to. I was thinking of going to Millar with Greg but it is all filled up there. And I still want to go with that Rob Lindsted somewhere but I don't know what to do with that. I know you have told me several times Kris but I think that I need another run through. This is my question...All I need to do is tell Sam what kind of work I want to do and then he will tell Mr. Linsted? If that is what I need to do then, what kind of work is there to do? I will do anything by the way.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that stuff is a little weird to be writing in a blog but oh well. I won't remember later.&lt;br /&gt;I think that I will go make some music. I need to warm up these vocal chords of mine if I am going to sing O Canada at grad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-7300910369089215789?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/7300910369089215789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=7300910369089215789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7300910369089215789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7300910369089215789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/05/uncertainties.html' title='Uncertainties'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-1792308958489320037</id><published>2008-05-14T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:33:43.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Exciting News Ever!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is quite exciting. I quit Co-op!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is quite super exciting. It's not like Co-op was that bad of a place, I really didn't mind working there that much. But the thought of having nothing in my way for the next couple months is amazing. It will suck that I won't have any income but it will teach me not to spend money. So ya, that is my exciting news. Other than that everything is normal. I don't like normal very much. I did do a math test that was very difficult. I don't enjoy hard math tests. But then again, does anyone? Something else that is somewhat exciting is that my provincial English exam is just over two weeks away! Is that insane or what?! Time has flown so fast. Today, the weather was like a tornado. It was quite something. Obviously there wasn't one but the wind and rain was crazy for a while. It was kind of cool. I like the tiny tornado's that give a variety to the otherwise rather normal weather.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the count down has begun, I have officially 4 more days of work left at the Coop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-1792308958489320037?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1792308958489320037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=1792308958489320037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1792308958489320037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1792308958489320037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/05/most-exciting-news-ever.html' title='The Most Exciting News Ever!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-6885565907216852248</id><published>2008-05-12T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:01:41.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a better game</title><content type='html'>I figured a week was long enough to keep quiet. I have finished my second soccer game still goalless. I had a much much better game and enjoyed it a lot more. Being forward is so much better than being in net. Some girl kicked me in the knees about four times in four seconds. I still enjoyed the game.&lt;br /&gt;I came to the realization that anyone can read my blog. I didn't think many people did so I was not to worried about what I wrote. Well, I was quite wrong. If you type Janette Brandt into Google, the first two results are this blog. What happens is that when you are bored in math class, people start typing random things into Google. I think you can picture the rest. Anyway, Braden and Kaitlan were reading it (hi to you if you are reading it now). I am a lot different around most people than I am on here. I am a little more open. Of course he has to read the most embarrassing posts and I am sure my face was quite red. That taught me to watch a little more what I write, be myself around people(I am more myself on here by the way) and that is about it.&lt;br /&gt;We got this kitten. Her name is Tinkerbell. She is the cutest most annoying cat in the whole entire world! She meows like crazy when she is alone and runs and hides when we are with her. And if you do get her somewhat calm on your lap, she tries to attack your face. Maybe it is just me that she doesn't like but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Within the next day or two, I will be officially quitting the Coop. I am very excited. I think I may have a party.&lt;br /&gt;So, that is the exciting news of my past week. By the way, we won our soccer game! Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-6885565907216852248?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/6885565907216852248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=6885565907216852248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6885565907216852248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6885565907216852248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/05/better-game.html' title='a better game'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-1331380332527245099</id><published>2008-05-06T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:31:00.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Soccer Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was so sick and tired of that very annoying but beautiful blue blog template not working so I got an orange one. It is very nice also I think. I still need to smooth out some glitches but I think I got it under control. I just realized that I have never typed the word "glitches" ever before in my life. I don't think that I even like that word very much. Crazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, let me tell you something to be amused about...yesterday was a horrible day. This is not amusing yet so stop laughing at me! Anyhow, it was my first soccer game of the year, the first game is always the worst because you are still rusty and haven't sharpened those kicking skills yet. But the worst part of this story is that I had to be the goal tender. To some of you this my sound pretty easy, goal tending can't be that hard after all. Well, let me tell you. It was one of the worst times in my life. I do not, absolutely not, positively hate, being in net. Okay fine,, it wasn't quite that bad but I still did not enjoy it. This first half of the game went pretty well, I saved a few and only let two in. Not bad for my first time. But then the second half of the game rolled around and I was feeling a little frustrated and a little PMSy. Then, after they had scored yet another goal on me, I get nailed very very hard by one of my own players. I will not disclose names because it wasn't their fault the other team had ran into her. Crazy Gimli people. But yes, the pain in my back and ribs was quite remarkable. It felt like something had become dislodged from its place in my rib cage. However, I managed to get up and continue playing, insisting I was fine like all brave and courageous people do...or is that stupid people? Whatever the case, that was not the end of my injuries. Only minutes later as they were scoring a goal again, someone stepped on my fingers...with cleats...very hard. Owy. And by the end of the game I was bawling my eyes out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay...that was story time with Tante Nettie. Tune in next week to hear....I don't know. What would you like to hear?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-1331380332527245099?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1331380332527245099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=1331380332527245099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1331380332527245099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1331380332527245099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/05/sad-soccer-game.html' title='A Sad Soccer Game'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5361894196310260324</id><published>2008-04-30T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:06:38.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quarter of a Half of a Mile</title><content type='html'>Okay, this new template thing is really bothering me. I agree that this brown one is not very beautiful but I am working on  one that looks a lot better. It is just that the formatting isn't quite right. So, I am going to try the blue one again and see if it works. If not, I will create my own, and if that doesn't work I will go back to the green and jelly beans. Hey, that almost rhymes! Woo hoo. Since I am writing on here, I will share a little news. First, my stupid cold is back and I cannot hear properly and I also cannot talk properly. This is a problem because Aimee and I are singing in church on the 11th and if I can't sing, I can't practise. So, hopefully it will go away soon. Soccer started now. I am very excited. I think that it will get me back in shape. I can't even run a quarter of a half of a mile. Whatever that measure may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5361894196310260324?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5361894196310260324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5361894196310260324' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5361894196310260324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5361894196310260324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/04/quarter-of-half-of-mile.html' title='A Quarter of a Half of a Mile'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5300681673502503609</id><published>2008-04-28T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:55:10.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Cool Things</title><content type='html'>I am a little scared right now. My new blog template has screwed things up and the damage is not very nice. Can you all actually see the blue background? I can't :S Oh well. It will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Onto more exciting news. I went for supper at Hecla. It was delicious. We had pizza. One half was covered in meat (and mushrooms *puke*) and the other half was covered in fish such as salmon and shrimp, along with spinach and other weird things.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news is that my cold is coming back. It wasn't even all the way gone and now it is coming back full force. It is not very much fun and mom is threatening to bring me to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to hear something super cool though? I saw a wolf. A huge big wild beautiful wolf. And it looked at me :S Well, at least it looked like it looked at me. We almost hit it and it was so awesome. It has been a long time since I have seen a big wild animal like that in the wild. So wicked!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That hotel resort thing is very nice. It looks like it took about 10 million to decorate. But, all you boyfriends/husbands take your women to the very expensive restaurant. It is just gorgeous! One of the most beautiful man-made places I have ever seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5300681673502503609?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5300681673502503609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5300681673502503609' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5300681673502503609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5300681673502503609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/04/super-cool-things.html' title='Super Cool Things'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-2941151630333386822</id><published>2008-04-26T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:24:43.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting Nightmares, Macaroni and Cheese with Weiners and Laser Tag</title><content type='html'>I know its been a while. I don't have any good excuse except that nothing has happened worth talking about. I will start with today. There is some kind of ladies thing today so me and Aimee are babysitting. There are several things wrong with this situation. First, both me and Aimee have no patients for children. That pretty much sums it all up actually. Lane (Sp?) was here and he was good for the first two hours and then I could not find anyway to keep him from screaming. It was very frustrating and made me never want children ever. He's cute but once he starts screaming there is no stopping him.&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I made mac and cheese with wieners for lunch. I actually like it a lot. Even though it is a kid food and kind of weird. We also had chocolate milk which I love.&lt;br /&gt;The latest exciting thing is laser tag. It was super much fun even though I didn't do very good. I get intense in that game and find myself very involved. I was running around like a crazy man, shooting everything that came in sight, and pulling Jason Bourne moves. Well, I wasn't that cool but I liked sniping people, and then running fast through the maze, dodging, jumping, and rolling along the floor. It was great :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am going to go discipline children now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-2941151630333386822?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2941151630333386822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=2941151630333386822' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2941151630333386822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2941151630333386822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/04/babysitting-nightmares-macaroni-and.html' title='Babysitting Nightmares, Macaroni and Cheese with Weiners and Laser Tag'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-1400586933751820608</id><published>2008-04-14T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:21:50.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulsive Actions and Changing Plans</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is true. I have both impulsive actions and changing plans. My title says it all but I will expand on these bits of information for your sake.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, most of these following impulsive actions have not and hopefully will never happen;&lt;br /&gt;- while driving down the highway, turn sharply into the oncoming traffic&lt;br /&gt;- walking out of the washroom at work without pulling up my pants (sorry for the images that may be popping into your head at this moment)&lt;br /&gt;- while ringing someones groceries through at the coop, suddenly slap them in the face (don't be to scared, I don't think that most cashiers have this impulse. Unless you are a very annoying customer, which you most likely are...not)&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all the impulsive actions that I have thought about before. I think I may be strange...and I am also very worried about how I will be when I grow old and start losing my mind. I may need to be strapped down.&lt;br /&gt;And now, onto the changing of plans. This is how the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;Plan A: Blanche MacDonald Center for make up artistry&lt;br /&gt;Plan B: Missions trip in Russia or Africa&lt;br /&gt;Plan C: Capernwray Bible School in Spain, England, or Germany&lt;br /&gt;Plan D: Missions Trip in Brazil&lt;br /&gt;Plan E: Capernwray Harbour Bible School in Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;Plan Now: One semester of Steinbach Bible College and then some kind of missions thing with some guy in Kansas who has a pet Buffalo named Bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;I am quite excited about this latest plan even though I don't know to much about it. In fact I will leave you now because I am going to find more info about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-1400586933751820608?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1400586933751820608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=1400586933751820608' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1400586933751820608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1400586933751820608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/04/impulsive-actions-and-changing-plans.html' title='Impulsive Actions and Changing Plans'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-914901427527734526</id><published>2008-04-04T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T09:22:47.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tHE bEAUTIFULS</title><content type='html'>wELL, SINCE i DON'T HAVE A WORSER WEEK ANY MORE, i THOUGHT i WOULD WRITE LIKE THIS. eVEN THOUGH THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HAVING A GOOD TIME. i GOT BANGS! ISN'T THAT EXCITING? bUT DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS EVEN MORE EXCITING? i GOT MY GRAD DRESS!!!! i AM SUPER DUDER EXCITED! sO HERE ARE PICTURES OF BOTH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/R_b8yf5s_SI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rC-VnfYED00/s1600-h/Grad+Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185609965450886434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/R_b8yf5s_SI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rC-VnfYED00/s400/Grad+Dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tHIS IS THE BEAUTIFUL! i AM REALLY HAPPY ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/R_b_Hf5s_TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vYQ0nqxGNj4/s1600-h/158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185612525251394866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/R_b_Hf5s_TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vYQ0nqxGNj4/s400/158.JPG" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aND THESE ARE THE BANGS...i LIKE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sO, THAT'S PRETTY MUCH MY LIFE. wELL, NOT QUITE BUT AT LEAST THE MOST EXCITING PARTS FROM THE LAST WEEK. bUT i AM GOING TO PLAY sIMS BEFORE IT GETS TO LATE. sEE YA'LL LATER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-914901427527734526?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/914901427527734526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=914901427527734526' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/914901427527734526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/914901427527734526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-since-i-dont-have-worser-week-any.html' title='tHE bEAUTIFULS'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/R_b8yf5s_SI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rC-VnfYED00/s72-c/Grad+Dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8944600814216966923</id><published>2008-03-14T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:30:48.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Worser Week</title><content type='html'>I have had a very trying week. I have had a very emotional week, and quite depressing actually. I have tried over and over to be happy but I cannot seem to keep that smile real. I think I have cried more this week then in the past year. Which is quite a but since I seem to cry a lot. But this week was worse than all. I even broke down in physics today. Thankfully only Mrs. Einerson and Katelyn were in the room but I still felt pretty dumb at first. I was asking Tammy about a question I didn't understand and I just started bawling. But I think it was more than just physics bothering me. She said that she had noticed that I had been a bit off this week. Like something was dragging me down. I have been so tired and grumpy I just don't know what to do. So, if any of you guys have any advice on what to do, I would love to hear it!&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I am going to the city tomorrow and getting my nails done, then going out to supper with a bunch of friends and then going to watch a movie. It is going to be an expensive weekend but it should be lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;I think that I have started to enjoy work a bit more now. I don't dread it as much as I used to. And I usually feel happier there. I am wondering if it has anything to do with the fact that everyone else there has to be there more and are even grumpier than me. That makes me happier because I do not have to be there that much and seeing their grumpiness, makes me feel less grumpy? I think that I am confusing myself.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mom and Dad are going to have a movie night. It should be interesting. It is only us at home tonight and they wanted to watch the Titanic again because they are still in boat mode.&lt;br /&gt;So, I will wish you all a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8944600814216966923?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8944600814216966923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8944600814216966923' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8944600814216966923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8944600814216966923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/03/worser-week.html' title='A Worser Week'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8590581603623562461</id><published>2008-03-06T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:49:28.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Bored Being Bored</title><content type='html'>I was glad to hear mostly positive remarks for mine and Aaryns lovely English paper. I am also very excited about "C.F." night. It should be a good one. I have to remember to buy some popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first day since mom and dad left that I feel really bored. I usually have something to do. I kind of like it but it is also kind of...well...boring. Me and Aimee are going to Grandma and Grandpas for supper so that should be good. But all I really want to do is sleep for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to skip today, but I didn't. It was a good thing to. We had a sub yesturday and half the people skipped. Wehn Mrs. Eyjolfsson found out, she got really mad and some people are almost kicked out of English. I am not sure they will actually do that but I doubt it. Now, because those stupid people skipped, we have twice as much homework due for tomorrow. How pathetic eh?&lt;br /&gt;So, I feel like drinking some Sunny D so I am going to go do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8590581603623562461?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8590581603623562461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8590581603623562461' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8590581603623562461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8590581603623562461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-bored-being-bored.html' title='Getting Bored Being Bored'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-9084730239010741639</id><published>2008-03-05T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:51:32.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderful Workings of the Porcelain Toilet and Paris With Pizza</title><content type='html'>Created By: Aaryn and Janette&lt;br /&gt;Inspired By: The Letter "P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Janette I do not like this game called English. I will pay Aaryn 100$ to type me a paper on nothing, just like this one, Aaryn is talented and can't spell. I think that this math online thing is gay. I LOVE people who hate math. I think that is paper is just as gay as the game and English combined! I do not want to go to work and I do not want to go to sleep tonight I want to take Aaryn to Paris and eat pizza. I want to do this because they both start with the letter P and right now I have to go Pee. Then I think that I have to go Pee NOW! Because if I don't I will make a hug mess and it will make me smell even worse than math and English combined on a really hot day when the air conditioner is not turned on because our school is to cheap to fix it. Instead we will all go home and eat yogurt. But since it is so hot and the air conditioning is not working, out yogurt will turn bad and we will end up eating bananas with barbecue sauce. You know know how bored we are and that is because our stupid school got stupid cheap high speed. And without good high speed, out life would not be as exciting because we would not be able to learn about the letter P and then we would not be able to go to Paris and eat pizza because they both start with the letter P. Speaking of the letter P I think I need to use the porcelain toilet.&lt;br /&gt;All of the above information reminds me of the letter B. This is because Aaryn is a bum. And needs to relieve her bum on the brand new porcelain toilet. I am really craving some candy so I plan to go home and eat candy till I throw up in the porcelain toilet. But I can't because I have to work at the "Crap" so I cannot because I need money to money to take Aaryn to Paris and eat pizza. I do this because Aaryn is such an craptastic friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-9084730239010741639?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/9084730239010741639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=9084730239010741639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/9084730239010741639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/9084730239010741639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/03/wonderful-workings-of-porcelain-toilet.html' title='The Wonderful Workings of the Porcelain Toilet and Paris With Pizza'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8026598122368982327</id><published>2008-03-04T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:26:36.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray For Balloon Animals</title><content type='html'>Ok you guys, are you ready to be amazed? I hope not because this is not THAT amazing but I find it very exciting and wonderful. A few posts again, we put the hot Australian Tomato Man out of our heads because he was....you know. Well, we can all be joyful for I have found out that he is most definatly NOT gay, and he IS Australian! How super duper exciting is that!&lt;br /&gt;Other exciting news is that I actually got though today with out having a mental break down. Today was the dreaded Lemonade Stand Game. But I am glad to say that I came out of that game with ten bucks and a free movie rental from D&amp;amp;T's. So, maybe that was worth it. But what did make me mad was that I only got second. everyone (other than the team that won) thought that the team that won didn't deserve it. So, really my team won. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Kayley seems to be the little trouble maker. Apparently she and Kea flooded Cory and Cheryl's brand new bathroom. What nasty little girls eh? Well, I think that I am going to go flood our bathroom now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8026598122368982327?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8026598122368982327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8026598122368982327' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8026598122368982327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8026598122368982327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/03/hurray-for-balloon-animals.html' title='Hurray For Balloon Animals'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-375440573538222630</id><published>2008-03-02T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T11:50:47.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Several Days in the Life of a Temporary Mom</title><content type='html'>Well, Kayley is having her first hissy fit. She is rather grumpy and with two people yelling at her, it isn't surprising that she is not getting any happier. So, I am trying to keep quiet but sometimes she is just to much. Like when she was dousing her hair in hairspray. Ugh! But she seems to have calmed done for now so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on Friday, I had a very wonderful time. I had the best hay ride of my entire life. Being thrown off and throwing off is much fun. And all the food we ate was delicious. And it wasn't cold outside. Woohoo! But yesterday, I cannot say that it was good. Mom and Dad left, which left Kayley crying. I started crying in Co-op for some strange reason that may be linked to something weird. (I don't really know what I am trying to say) But then we all went skating and I cheered up a lot :D I finished painting Aimee's room. It wasn't that great of a day but it defiantly was hopeless either.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping for a better day today.  So far it hasn't been to bad except that the eggs I made, made me feel ill.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to go. Have an awesome day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-375440573538222630?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/375440573538222630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=375440573538222630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/375440573538222630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/375440573538222630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/03/several-days-in-life-of-temporary-mom.html' title='Several Days in the Life of a Temporary Mom'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-9065666517739661090</id><published>2008-02-27T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:39:56.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Terrible News</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a very quick one...but I must write about this so I can put it out of my mind. So, here goes. The hot Austrsalian Tomoto Man is......gay! Ugh, how disappointing eh? I was so angry that he is. What a dumb guy. So, this blog will be in memory of that hot gay man and then we put him away. So, so long Mr. Tomato, Afscheid Australian accents, Adieu to that beautiful creature. Ok, I think that was enough. Actually maybe just a bit to much but that's ok because I am going to go skating now. See ya'll later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-9065666517739661090?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/9065666517739661090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=9065666517739661090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/9065666517739661090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/9065666517739661090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-terrible-news.html' title='That Terrible News'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-2603120470556161215</id><published>2008-02-09T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:13:54.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Contadictory Day</title><content type='html'>Much to my dismay, I found out that the hot Australian man is not really Australian. But the weird thing is that no one seems to one what he is....other than a tomato man that is. But everyone seems to know that he is NOT Australian. I like to think that he still is...I mean, how can one here those beautiful words with such a charming accent and not think is Australian. The words are still lingering in the air, "I'll talk to you later." With that....okay fine I'll stop. For a while. But there is some more bittersweet news to fill you in on. Apparently, I missed the "perfect man". Everyone one of my female co-workers said that he was the most beautiful looking man they had ever seen. And they have seen their share of men...trust me! Most of the ones that saw him were over 50. Like Colleen...but she did have one complaint....his butt was a little too small. But I think that with an otherwise perfect body...one can look over the fact that he has a little less fat tissue on his rear end. But I must say that I was very, very disappointed to miss him. And he was just passing through so I doubt I will get to see him. Now I will regale to you the mood of my day. It is quite contradictory but perhaps you will find it amusing....or not, I actually don't know what I am trying to say. Did you know that regale means to entertain with choice food or drink? So I guess that I am not regaling to you but I am going to wow you with my choice of verbs. Wow, I am getting a little sidetracked. But that's not very unusual is it. Today was a day a great controversy with me. I was not in any particular mood, not happy, sad, mad, or anything else that fits into that category. But I smiled and laughed all day, but I also complained ALL day, to everyone, all the time, to anyone....you get the point right? I hope so....it is quite clear. I was in a contradictory mood. I don't really think that that is a word but let's pretend it is. I was also rather impulsive...throwing gum around for no reason other than throwing gum. I yelled really loud while on my lunch break for no other reason that yelling loud. I had a laughing fit about something that wasn't even remotely funny. Over all, it was a pretty good day. Now it is your turn to tell me about your day....using entertaining verbs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-2603120470556161215?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2603120470556161215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=2603120470556161215' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2603120470556161215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2603120470556161215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/02/contadictory-day.html' title='A Contadictory Day'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-2868085679214356652</id><published>2008-02-02T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T20:36:37.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatness, Stupid Customers, and Hot Australian Tomato Men</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a short one this time...don't worry! I am just going to tell you that my day was good then bad then good again.&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a shoe on the wall! Just kidding....but that is a good book. Anyway, I woke up at nine which is a pretty decent sleep in for me. Then I lazily got ready for work. Then mom made scrumptous pancakes with breakfast sausages. Yum yum! It was so good and I felt so fat after!&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to work and oh did those stupid customers make me mad! I could have screamed, yelled, then hit that mean, complaining women until she was senseless. Ugh, that was the worst transaction I have ever done in my entire life. I made so many mistakes, and then she didn't llike the price, or it scanned wrong, or something! And then the husband....I wish I could have run away! But I survived. I had a hour long break and regained coontrol of my sanity. I went for a refreshing walk....and on this walk....sigh....well lets just say that the Australian tomato man was walking down the street to. He is so....beautiful! So, my day went from good to bad to good. But that is not the end of it. At six we had to take inventory....one of the worst jobs ever....usually. But today, it was actually kind of fun. Me and Tiff are really speedy and we were both tired so we had a good time laughing at all the mistakes we were making. What a time. So, that's my day. Hope yours was just as good...and not quite as bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-2868085679214356652?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2868085679214356652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=2868085679214356652' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2868085679214356652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2868085679214356652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/02/fatness-stupid-customers-and-hot.html' title='Fatness, Stupid Customers, and Hot Australian Tomato Men'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-166344906187674401</id><published>2008-01-30T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:09:54.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There She Goes, There She Goes Again</title><content type='html'>So, my last first semester of high school is over...well technically I still have it on Thursday but  we'll see if I go. Just to let everyone know, I past my Chem and Lit exam so you can all breath a little easier now. Sorry it was so stressful for you guys...worrying about me all this time and all. But alas! It was for no point. That is actually something that I have been trying to stop. Worrying is such a stupid waste of time and I do it so much! It is one of the most useless, tiring, and stressful things that you can ever do - so don't do it! But I must say that it is easier said than done. I worry constantly about petty little things but I am trying hard to give those worries to God.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, let's see, what else to write about....I know! This may be in no interest to you, but yesterday I was reminiscing summer. All those wonderful times and how it had changed me. It all started with Uprising, the most glorious moments of my life were spent at BCBC on June 17th or something....I can't remember the exact date. Wow! That was an amazing time...never in my life had I felt so complete, and I never have felt that since. I think that is what we will feel in heaven all the time. And if that is true, my human body would never make it. It is hard to believe that I could doubt God, not trust Him, and turn my back on Him after an experience like that. But I have to admit that I don't always trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had an interview at the Co-op. The scariest moment of my life...NOT! Hah, I breezed through that one, until Chris came to the question, name four words that describe you....ummm, let me think...for about an hour and then I may have an answer. I hate those kind of questions. I got the job.&lt;br /&gt;After that it was off to LDC for me...a.k.a. Bible Boot camp....haha I made that up right here! I'm so proud of myself. Well, let's just say, I hated it at first, then sort of enjoyed it, then I realized that I was having the best week of my life! It was sooo sooo sooo good. And I think most other people in my group thought so to because we are already planning our second LDC reunion. We were going to have it around Christmas but it didn't happen so now we are going to wait until Brit comes back from South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;Then the next week, I babysat, the most adorable kids. Most people will probably laugh at that statement and say, "She's joking right?" But I must honestly say that I love those kids and they are so cute! Even though Elliot screams almost 24/7, Calvin refuses to listen, and Tessa, well she's just cute, I really enjoyed my week. As frustrating it was and how tired I got, it was defiantly worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Then I counselled, for the first time, and no matter how much it looked like I like being with kids...I don't like it at all! Either they are boy crazy, or me crazy. Or both. Ugh, the beginning was horrible, I wanted to go home so bad. But eventually I got other that homesickness or whatever it was and started to enjoy me week. And by the end, I was having a good week. I think I might see a pattern here.&lt;br /&gt;Next came camping....I love family! I went tubing for the first time, it was so much fun! I an going to try and make this move a little faster so, I worked next which sucked much. Then I headed over to Alberta which was super fun and a little scary with Jess and everything. Then summer was over........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-166344906187674401?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/166344906187674401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=166344906187674401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/166344906187674401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/166344906187674401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-she-goes-there-she-goes-again.html' title='There She Goes, There She Goes Again'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8755874827612311485</id><published>2008-01-15T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T19:47:20.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderful Art of Complaining!</title><content type='html'>I don't even know where to start. Perhaps that's because there is nothing to start with but I will try to scrounge up some exciting details of my otherwise dull week. Hm, I started my Lit. exam which is last years provincial exam. I'm sure you all know what I'm going through right now. Tomorrow I have to start the first draft of the essay. I don't know what I'm going to right about yet...perhaps if any of you read this by tomorrow morning, you can give me some ideas. The topic is change - it sounds simple enough but really, it's hard to come up with a good solid idea.&lt;br /&gt;Another exciting moment in my life happened only a few hours ago in the very place I sit....I learned how to tap on the guitar! Yay, tapping makes me sound like I know what I am doing on the guitar but really it's quite easy. If you ask nicely I might show it to you.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the first of the last set of Anne of Green Gables today. Those are actually pretty good movies. Oh how I love Gilbert Blythe!&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, this is so frustrating! I cannot think of anything to say...at all! Except maybe that my VCR just ate up my sisters movie Grease...shh...don't tell her! How perfectly horrible! And I wanted to watch that movie again. Now it is doing something else strange so I guess I'll let it run it's course and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone looking for a job? Anyone? Because you can have mine! Well, it's not to bad but sort of it is. It's also that I hate how it interferes with everything else in my life.&lt;br /&gt;But I am suddenly feeling exhausted and am craving some sleep. So, so long my dear friends who are nice enough to read my complaints!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8755874827612311485?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8755874827612311485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8755874827612311485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8755874827612311485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8755874827612311485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-even-know-where-to-start.html' title='The Wonderful Art of Complaining!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8100525903217922623</id><published>2008-01-11T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T07:46:46.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn Teachers, Spain, and a Bourne Night!</title><content type='html'>Well, I defiantly tried to hand in those assignments, but unfortunately; she is actually sticking to her word and will not mark them until February. It is something strange that has come over her. I do not know what it is but she is acting very different from last year. Many people will have trouble applying for school because of this predicament. But, I’m not going to worry about that!&lt;br /&gt;I am actually thinking about going to Spain for school. I think it is with the same school that Eric Dueck went with. It’s either that or Austria, or maybe a short term missions trip to Africa or South America. I am not to sure which way God is leading me. I was talking with Colleen from work and she encouraged me to just wait for Him to tell me where I am supposed to be. It’s really hard not to worry about it but I think I’m doing pretty good so far. I had a beautiful God-time yesterday as well. I got an email from Dayna, and it encouraged me a lot! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;So, I am super excited for Sunday! I can’t wait for the fondue! I love fondues so much! Michael asked me to work for him but I am working Saturday for him instead. You guys better be happy…I gave up my Saturday sleep in for you. And he is going to work on Wednesday for me hopefully. So, then I can go get my nails done! Yay! But that means that I have to grow them out and hope they don’t break. I also have to make sure that I don’t eat them. The people will think that I am some sort of morbid, cannibal, self-eater! I don’t want that to happen. That would be rather embarrassing, don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;I only have one class today, and we have a sub. This is going to be a boring day eh? But hopefully Mom can come pick me up at lunch. That would be super duper!&lt;br /&gt;So Kris, I heard that you went shopping yesterday? That’s exciting. I can’t wait for that movie. I think I might scream when I see it. And then, the next available day I will have a Bourne night. It should be wonderful. It’s such a good movie. Thank you for getting it for me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has an awesome day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8100525903217922623?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8100525903217922623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8100525903217922623' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8100525903217922623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8100525903217922623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/01/stubborn-teachers-spain-and-bourne.html' title='Stubborn Teachers, Spain, and a Bourne Night!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-1175488957100407575</id><published>2008-01-07T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:26:42.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>कैन यू रीड थिस</title><content type='html'>इ वांट सोमोने तो लोवे मी! इ ऍम सो अलोने. What I just wrote is a secret! Ha! You can't know what I said. I think I will start saying things about you guys in that  strange language. Wouldn't that be fun? I should eb working on my Chem due tomorrow but I am very sick of it. I have done half a chapter already and I think that I can do the rest later. But I should also be working on English...but why should I because she says that she will not mark anything that was due before Christmas. I think I will still try to had some in. My marks are going to go down a lot if I don't. I had like 3 assignments that were supposed to be done...shame on you Janette! I haven't been able to consentrate on anything today...I always end up staring into space and just thinking, actually I don't think that I am even thinking that much. Just sitting there. I have been a bit discouraged today but I don't know why. I hope my day improves but it doesn't look to hopefull. I have to work after school and am not looking forward to it like you probably already know because all I talk about is work. I will try to stop, but I want to make conversation and that is all I ever do. Maybe my life will become more interesting in the next couple months. Only a few more months and I will graduate! Yay! That is exciting, but kind of scary...especially since I do not know what I am going to do. I thought that I was going to The Blanche Macdonald Center in BC but I don't know if that's what I am supposed to do. I have a feeling that I am supposed to do something else but when I prayed about it, God told me not to worry about it. His words were, "you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her." So, I think that it is pretty clear that I should just wait, listen, and not worry about what my future will be. But it is harder than it sounds. I want to know now so I can plan. Ugh, it is so frustrating. But I got to go. It's almost 3:30!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-1175488957100407575?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1175488957100407575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=1175488957100407575' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1175488957100407575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1175488957100407575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='कैन यू रीड थिस'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-1134229588250810014</id><published>2007-12-26T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:53:20.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing, Amazing, and Amazing</title><content type='html'>I guess i should write on here once in a while huh? To think, I have only posted once in Devemeber...that's crazy. But not surprising considering how busy I have been lately. With all the gatherings, parties, presents, and all the other things that come along with the season...I just have not found time to sit down at the computer and pour out my heart on the internet. I guess I don't really pour out my heart, more like my mind but it's almost the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;This has been an amazing Christmas. I think part of it may be that before all the gift-giving and food started, I made sure my head and heart were in the right place. I must say, it's harder than it sounds - making sure you don't concentrate on yourself at Christmas is quite difficult. &lt;br /&gt;But, I must say that I have also gotten some amzing gifts this year too! Like my amp, and the Bourne movies, and all the candies. And not to mention the cell phone I got mor my birthday...I definalty do not deserve any of those gifts but I sure do not mind having them.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got to sleep in til 11:00 and I am still in my pajamas for this morning. It is so wonderful to be able to relax alll day. I love it and won't get another chance like this for a while. But hopefully I can have Friday off and at least enjoy my day. &lt;br /&gt;Well, this definalty has not been my longest post, but i do think that I will go now. It's been a pleasure to talk but I really need to tidy my room. But just watch, I will be reading or distracted some other way just as soon as I get off the computer. I will try to clean it whatever the case. Talk to you all alter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-1134229588250810014?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1134229588250810014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=1134229588250810014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1134229588250810014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1134229588250810014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/12/amazing-amazing-and-amazing.html' title='Amazing, Amazing, and Amazing'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-4546250842734799954</id><published>2007-12-10T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T18:32:13.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Construction Workers</title><content type='html'>Sheri, I tried several times to start a new post but I cannot find enough things to talk about to complete one paragraph. But you are right, I do need to post again. But you must all also keep in mind that you know the user name and password.&lt;br /&gt;I will start with how my day went. The morning went as usual...the afternoon was filled with cruising town with Katelyn and watching with amusement other people arguing with Mr. Kowalchuk. I don't know how to spell that correctly but I tried. Then I went to work. I was the only student worker in today and I kind of enjoyed it even though that means more work for me. I did dairy and went on the till. There were some cute construction people in. They are the ones working in Hecla. Today was their last day shopping at Co-op. It is quite sad, for I shall miss listening to their strange humor and gazing at their lovely faces. Well, maybe not quite that sad. After a lovely day at work...I came home....no way! I ate spaghetti and meat sauce. I phoned Kris right before this and sold her some Christmas raffle tickets. And Sheri, I am planning to call you about it but knowing myself I might possibly forget. I do believe that I am carrying on the lovely family tradition of short term memory loss.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!?! It is December 10 and we have not set up our Christmas tree yet. It's just craziness!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am not sure what else to write about so I will leave you with the lovely summary of my day....hope yours was worse than mine! Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-4546250842734799954?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4546250842734799954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=4546250842734799954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4546250842734799954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4546250842734799954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/12/sexy-construction-workers.html' title='Sexy Construction Workers'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-2480659244650918710</id><published>2007-11-23T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:26:41.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good, Relaxing, Sweatful Day</title><content type='html'>Well, the weekend was better than I expected and a lot longer as well. I didn't go to school til Thrusday and then there was no school today. Only one day of school for me! Yay! I also did some major renovations to my room. It looks really nice right now. I can't wait to go to sleep tonight even though I have to wake up at 8 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I don't have to work on Sunday so I am extremely pumped to watch the grey cup game. GO BOMBERS GO!!!! I really hope they win, but I am not counting on it. Just like I wasn't counting on winning that TV and it never happened. I was quite sad but I really did not expect results. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I might be going to my first midget game this year. It's between Riverton and Arborg and Greg and Brett are playing for Arborg. I want Riverton to beat them so I can make fun of them!&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Sylvia was here today making apple pies with mom. I want to eat them...they smell so good!&lt;br /&gt;Dad just showed everyone his snot he blew out of his nose....YUCK!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's about the excitment of my day. I was good and relaxing and sweatful.&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-2480659244650918710?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2480659244650918710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=2480659244650918710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2480659244650918710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2480659244650918710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-relaxing-sweatful-day.html' title='A Good, Relaxing, Sweatful Day'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5436418814534755422</id><published>2007-11-15T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:54:41.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumped For The Weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited about this weekend. And I hope nothing will make it not a good weekend...that doesn't sound quite right but oh well. I really am looking forward to the swimming, shopping, and the pulling of Christmas tickets!! I hope it will be a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It is just me and Aimee home right now, Kayley went to Keanna's for night. Yes!! Cory said that Kea had said that Cory should invite dad over for a sleepover too. I thought that was so cute. Cory had told her, he didn't think Stan would like sleeping in their basement. I think it went something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am making some wild rice with a fine herb seasoning. I must say that Uncle Ben is a pretty good chef.&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's review my day for it was full of exciting and wonderful things(I hope you hear sarcasm when you read that) Anyway, I baked cookies in the morning for the grad bakesale....and by the way, they never made it to the bakesale due to the lateness of Janette. After that, I went to school and found out that there was about 4 people in my Lit class so I left and went to help count money for the pizza fundraiser. There was about $5000 that we counted and we got to keep about $2000. So, I don't think we did to bad. Then during the next class--in which I was supposed to do a Chem test which no one showed up to--I deposited that money in the back. It took like half an hour to do that. My feet were sore. Then I went to work and did frozen, then dairy, and then I lifeted 6 bikes over my head. Then after that lovely excursion, I started cleaning off the back shelves...then I went home. I has been wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;But I think that I am going to go now for my rice is done and calling my name! See you tomorrow!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5436418814534755422?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5436418814534755422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5436418814534755422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5436418814534755422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5436418814534755422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/pumped-for-weekend.html' title='Pumped For The Weekend!!!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-2701220782044493307</id><published>2007-11-10T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T20:05:11.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind Is Like Rabbit Trails</title><content type='html'>I always start to write a new post but I can't think of things to say. But since I haven't written in a while, I thought that I would try. I will start by saying that I was super duper excited that I got the whole weekend off. I got to sleep in this morning--something I haven't done in a long time. I have slept til 9 some mornings and according to Dad that is a sleep in. But I don't think that it is...but today, I slept til 11:30. Now that is a sleep in. I enjoyed it immensely. Mom also took advantage of having me home on a Saturday and put me to work. I slaved away all day! And you all know that I like to be sarcastic so I might as well admit that I didn't slave away ALL day--just half the day.&lt;br /&gt;I also trimmed my own hair today...I didn't go crazy so don't worry. I just touched it up a bit--and I must say that it doesn't look to bad.&lt;br /&gt;Sheri, do you remember the first person you "went out with"? His name was Linden Leopkey or however you spell that. How I ironic that him and Vince have the same last name eh?&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to keep my mind on the same subject for more than three sentences. It's kind of sickening but I just keep losing my train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;And it happened again. And again.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't working out so well. Maybe if you guys tell me what I should write about...I will have something to write. Newsflash!!! Okay, see you guys later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just scared myself...I forgot to put a title and when I went back to put one there...the post was gone! But I found it because thankfully it saves automatically. Well, goodbye again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-2701220782044493307?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2701220782044493307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=2701220782044493307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2701220782044493307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2701220782044493307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-always-start-to-write-new-post-but-i.html' title='My Mind Is Like Rabbit Trails'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-865472114155336259</id><published>2007-11-04T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T18:03:16.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Is Crazy Wrong (or right) With Me...</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is true...something is different about these past two days--especially today. I have been so happy. Like truely honestly joyful. It is great! And even with my mishaps and what not, I have had a fantastic day. I hope everyone has one of these days. It is awesome! It is so awesome that I am writing on my blog twice in one day!! Crazy....&lt;br /&gt;If you guys do not know all the details of my lovely day here there are;&lt;br /&gt;- woke up an hour early like probably most people today&lt;br /&gt;- went for a beautiful "run" like I mentioned earlier&lt;br /&gt;- then I was late for church so I decided to go home but--&lt;br /&gt;- I found out that my keys were locked in the van so--&lt;br /&gt;- Auntie Anita helped me get them out but--&lt;br /&gt;- I had a flat tire so--&lt;br /&gt;- Auntie Anita drove me home&lt;br /&gt;- Then I got to take the 1 ton to work and I must say that is one beast of a truck.&lt;br /&gt;That's my eventful morning in point form. Now, I am about to have a bath and shave my legs, then Rachel is coming over and we are going to watch a movie...yay!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, see you all later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-865472114155336259?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/865472114155336259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=865472114155336259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/865472114155336259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/865472114155336259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/something-is-crazy-wrong-or-right-with.html' title='Something Is Crazy Wrong (or right) With Me...'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-1628130683689512467</id><published>2007-11-04T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T07:31:29.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Wonderful Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Good morning everyone...at least for me it is morning. I woke up this morning and didn't realize that there was a time change thing. So, instead of waking up at 9 like I had thought, I woke up at 8. Thank you to mom who phoned and told me that I was an hour early. So, instead of sleeping for another hour, I put on my shoes, sweater, bra, and toque and braved the crispy morning air. I went for a run, which turned into a jog and then by the time I reached Roger and Anita's, my lovely run was more of a slow gait. Now, I have a bad cough because I think I breathed in to much freezing air. But I definitely enjoyed my excursion about the country side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had then planned to have a shower, shave my legs and lazily get ready for church but since my "run " took a little longer than I had planned, and I read Krista's lovely post, I decided that I would write on here. I might have time for a shower but I doubt it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work was actually good yesturday. I ususally don't enjoy Saturdays but it was good...I don't know why. Maybe because I only faced for about 15 minutes, or I got to go on till for like 2 hours, or maybe because everyone was in a good mood. It may be all of these things. And today I hope will be good to. I don't mind working Sunday's but I hate that I miss some family time. But since no one is home, I think I will enjoy work much more...and I don't have to open or close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also happy to tell everyone that I did get the 16 17 18 weekend off so I will be going to the city...I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what you guess!?! I wasn't even scared all alone by myself in the middle of the night in the middle of no where...alone. But the thing is...I hate this door by the computer. But only at night because when it is dark I can't see out of it and it's so big so if by any chance there was someone out there....they could see me very well without being detected. But I think I let my imagination go to crazy sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a very lovely evening all by myself..when I got home I tidied a bit(yes, it's true but it seems to happen only when I am by myself) Then I made some perogies while listening to Celine Dion and then I watched &lt;em&gt;Kickin' it Old School.&lt;/em&gt; Very dumb movie and in my opinion, not worth watching....trust me! And there was no cute guys in it at all. Then...I ate these....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ry3j1er9WZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ygxs30cGkC8/s1600-h/0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129006058554874258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ry3j1er9WZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ygxs30cGkC8/s320/0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jealous? I would be....andthe tasted delectable! And I guess that's how you spell it beacause my little spell checker is not working. Just sound it out and you'll know what I'm trying to say. Also, while I ate these scruptshus(hahaha I like the spelling on this one and I know it is wrong but since my spell check doesn't work, I spelled it so you can sound it out...) anyway continuing me sentence....I watched &lt;em&gt;The Holiday&lt;/em&gt;. I like that movie...it is wonderful, and it has cute boys in it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I really should get going...this has taken me longer than I had suspected. But what's new eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before I go....Krista, I apprieciate the post....I was also quite delectable! Thank you very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I must be on my way....see you all later!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-1628130683689512467?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1628130683689512467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=1628130683689512467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1628130683689512467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1628130683689512467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-wonderful-morning.html' title='What A Wonderful Morning'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ry3j1er9WZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ygxs30cGkC8/s72-c/0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5451232375675255652</id><published>2007-11-03T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T10:44:31.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Janette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyywVur9WYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_sPbxm8Mpng/s1600-h/hecla+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128667963024300418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyywVur9WYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_sPbxm8Mpng/s320/hecla+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyywLOr9WXI/AAAAAAAAADw/9PealB3qJAE/s1600-h/hecla+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128667782635673970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyywLOr9WXI/AAAAAAAAADw/9PealB3qJAE/s320/hecla+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryyv_Or9WWI/AAAAAAAAADo/gVve8DppX9w/s1600-h/hecla+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128667576477243746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryyv_Or9WWI/AAAAAAAAADo/gVve8DppX9w/s320/hecla+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryyvyer9WVI/AAAAAAAAADg/zvgoan916dw/s1600-h/hecla+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128667357433911634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryyvyer9WVI/AAAAAAAAADg/zvgoan916dw/s320/hecla+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryyvrur9WUI/AAAAAAAAADY/_H7ls-urbFo/s1600-h/hecla+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128667241469794626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryyvrur9WUI/AAAAAAAAADY/_H7ls-urbFo/s320/hecla+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyyvhOr9WTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HOzI8ubTqHo/s1600-h/Other+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128667061081168178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyyvhOr9WTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HOzI8ubTqHo/s320/Other+156.jpg" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyyvOer9WSI/AAAAAAAAADI/eXSVnjn4Ei8/s1600-h/Other+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128666738958620962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyyvOer9WSI/AAAAAAAAADI/eXSVnjn4Ei8/s320/Other+133.jpg" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryyu8Or9WRI/AAAAAAAAADA/EV81RuYuf_4/s1600-h/Other+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128666425426008338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryyu8Or9WRI/AAAAAAAAADA/EV81RuYuf_4/s320/Other+012.jpg" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryyuz-r9WQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/oNxEpeqxkcE/s1600-h/Random+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128666283692087554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryyuz-r9WQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/oNxEpeqxkcE/s320/Random+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyyucOr9WPI/AAAAAAAAACw/YfU-2BuMdrk/s1600-h/Random+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128665875670194418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyyucOr9WPI/AAAAAAAAACw/YfU-2BuMdrk/s320/Random+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyyuBur9WOI/AAAAAAAAACo/qZpzyakSCR0/s1600-h/Other+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128665420403661026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyyuBur9WOI/AAAAAAAAACo/qZpzyakSCR0/s320/Other+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryytkur9WNI/AAAAAAAAACg/uzjyjW-FY2I/s1600-h/Other+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128664922187454674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryytkur9WNI/AAAAAAAAACg/uzjyjW-FY2I/s320/Other+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryys2-r9WMI/AAAAAAAAACY/QWquzrSmgUQ/s1600-h/Other+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128664136208439490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/Ryys2-r9WMI/AAAAAAAAACY/QWquzrSmgUQ/s320/Other+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This last picture sums Janette up the best I think. Crazy! But you can tell from the other pictures that with some work, she can pull off a great look that fits in with her 2nd oldest sister. I dont want to play favorites, but blondes do have more fun. Which reminds me-Im no longer blonde. Sheri didnt even say anything last time she saw me;) Look on my facebook!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I can tell this is going to be a boring day, until Kayley gets here. We're going to go to&lt;br /&gt;Dollarama and buy lots of stuff, go to the mall and hang out there for awhile, go to safeway (and we will be saying "yawefas!") and ill let her pick out whatever she wants for supper, we'll have loud music going while we cook supper and sit down and watch a great movie together!  is anyone jealous?? then we'll sleep in and i dont know what for the rest of the day. she might get kinda bored here. im also going to try and fit in some studying time. i have a child development exam on tuesday so i should be studying for that. i've learnt all the stuff before in my human development course my first semester at school, so its all review for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is probably a long enough post, so ill end here for now. although i do plan on updating this thing once and awhile. i heard that they shut down accounts that havent been active for awhile, so being the wonderful sister i am, im saving janette the hassle of starting up a new account so she can blog once a month.  Im sure everyone knows who this is....so i dont have to say it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a wonderful weekend- and have fun at work Janette! (Buy me some food! Do you get a discount there?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHOW! (as everyone at work seems to say...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5451232375675255652?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5451232375675255652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5451232375675255652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5451232375675255652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5451232375675255652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/11/ode-to-janette.html' title='Ode to Janette'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyywVur9WYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_sPbxm8Mpng/s72-c/hecla+180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-2261805183022447229</id><published>2007-10-31T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:44:58.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Speaker!</title><content type='html'>In the very near future there will be a special 'guest speaker' on here. She is a bright and extremly beautiful woman. So keep checking back regularly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s does your nose bleed too when you pick it lots???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis all for now, Janette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-2261805183022447229?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/2261805183022447229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=2261805183022447229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2261805183022447229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/2261805183022447229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/10/guest-speaker.html' title='Guest Speaker!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-6152226658471388396</id><published>2007-10-25T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:06:03.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyFjHt-aFsI/AAAAAAAAACI/xOL8UYtjUQg/s1600-h/0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125486835175921346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyFjHt-aFsI/AAAAAAAAACI/xOL8UYtjUQg/s320/0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my sweet albino carrot. It may look normal, maybe just bad lighting but compared to a normal carrot, this one is as white as Sheri's as....bum! And guess what!?! It didn't take five hours to upload that picture. That's pretty crazy if you ask me. So, with no further ado...I shall show you the picture of my albino carrot with it's friend the normal carrot..........while I am doing this, I would like to say that it is very annoying if someone starts talking to me on MSN when I am set to away....it means that I am away(even if I'm not) it means I am not there to talk so don't talk to me! Now that I got that off my chest......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyFkK9-aFtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/prungU-GDo8/s1600-h/0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125487990522123986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyFkK9-aFtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/prungU-GDo8/s320/0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't it crazy! I enjoyed taking the pictures too. Yippee! Well, I hoped you all like those pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I worked today and it was actually okay for once. I got to be on the till for like a whole hour. It was great...much more interesting than stocking shelves or facing...trust me! But ya, that's about it...I got a very painful work injury but I don't think it is something I want to share on the Internet...it is quite personal, so if you want to know...ask me in person...when we are alone. But I can tell you that I think I now know what a mammogram feels like....but maybe worse. Yup, pretty crazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched a weird movie the other day called the Moulin Rouge. Moulin is said like Mulan like on Mulan. Ya, anyway, this movie was very strange and I am not sure what to think of it yet...perhaps you should watch it and decided for yourself. But the guy acting in it has this very amazing voice and if any guy would sing to me the way he sings in the movie....I think I would die...like the girl in the movie...or maybe not the same way but defiantly die. And he was really cute...a bonus! I have been having infatuations all week. It's crazy. Like this one guy in my school.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have this grad fundraiser for Halloween and I have to dress up like Frankenstein and serve kids peeled grapes and spaghetti. I don't really want to do it but I guess I will. During our meeting today, Neil, Kaitlan T, Kody T, and myself played sing star. It was so funny watching people sing...and it was also fun singing....Neil beat me which angered me but I didn't really know the song so I have an excuse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I think that is all for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-6152226658471388396?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/6152226658471388396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=6152226658471388396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6152226658471388396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6152226658471388396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-my-sweet-albino-carrot.html' title=''/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/RyFjHt-aFsI/AAAAAAAAACI/xOL8UYtjUQg/s72-c/0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-4568653169072690009</id><published>2007-10-16T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:41:09.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Want to Smash This Computer into Many Itsy Bitsy Parts and Drown Them All</title><content type='html'>You guys are so dumb because you cannot figure out what my password is. But perhaps I should say thank;you again for reading my blog. I do hope you will figure it out. And Sheri, I will talk to you in a minute...mom is on the phone with you right now...and I will tell you my password. And now I have told you.&lt;br /&gt;I now have a picture to show you;&lt;br /&gt;But now the uploading picture thing is not working, I will try again at the end of my post. Sorry to disappoint you all.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what guys!?! I am cutting my fingernails. I haven't done so in a long time and they are very long and it is near to impossible to play guitar properly so I decided it was time to saw away at the long pieces of nail.&lt;br /&gt;Sheri, I now know what song Jay requested for Sarah....I Don't Want You to Go by Carolyn Dawn Johnson. The song goes like this;&lt;br /&gt;Monday mornin' is such a rush&lt;br /&gt;Here it is again sneakin' up on&lt;br /&gt;This the part you know I don't like&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye and then we kiss goodnight&lt;br /&gt;I know it's one o'clock&lt;br /&gt;And we said you'd be gone by ten&lt;br /&gt;So much for those eight hours&lt;br /&gt;I swore that I'd get in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; know I should get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the beginnin' of another long week&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want you to go&lt;br /&gt;No I don't want you to go&lt;br /&gt;I guess another minute wouldn't do no harm&lt;br /&gt;Why not spend it in each other's arms&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want you to go&lt;br /&gt;No I don't want you to go&lt;br /&gt;We always say just one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;But it always seems to never end like this&lt;br /&gt;A few dozen then a couple more&lt;br /&gt;Before we know it it's after four&lt;br /&gt;I know tomorrow my best friend will be my coffee cup&lt;br /&gt;Cause here we go again&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' the sun come up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know I should get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth. I think that was so sweet of him. But I really do not feel like typing much more. Sorry for the unexciting blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try that picture once more;&lt;br /&gt;And it still doesn't work. And this computer is so slow and I am getting very very angry at its slowness. It took me at least five minutes to write that last sentence. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-4568653169072690009?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4568653169072690009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=4568653169072690009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4568653169072690009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4568653169072690009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-really-want-to-smash-this-computer.html' title='I Really Want to Smash This Computer into Many Itsy Bitsy Parts and Drown Them All'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5927442241812191319</id><published>2007-10-13T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:21:00.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myslef, and I...and Janette!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay, I got the hint guys...and Kris, I will give you my user name and password so you can be my guest speaker. My user name is my old email address, &lt;a href="mailto:bratwurst_1824@hotmail.com"&gt;bratwurst_1824@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;, and somewhere in this blog will be my password, see if you can figure it out. If you need help I told Sheri what it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, you want me to write about you eh? I'm not to sure if there is anything to write about my big sisters. Hmm, nope I don't think so. I guess we'll move onto a better subject....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am learning German, did you know that? It's quite exciting. I hope to be fluent by Christmas and believe you me(Mom always says that)I will be pretty good by then. Maybe I'll even recite the Christmas story in German.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Since we are on the subject of Christmas, did you all take note of the wish list I have posted on the side of my blog. I think you should really check that out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay, I am starting to think about which college I will go to in the near future. There are two options at the moment. They are, Blanche MacDonald Center and Prairie Bible College. I would do a make-up artistry program at the Blanche thing and mission aviation at the Prairie thing. I would like to do both so I'm not sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What else? Oh, I know...I want to never go on Facebook again. In fact, it doesn't even deserve to be uppercase so...facebook. That's better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You guys, the thing is, I try to post but the computers at school don't let me go on it and I don't always have things to write about, unless you want to hear about boring school, boring work, and other such things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, thank;you all for coming. And good luck finding the password!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5927442241812191319?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5927442241812191319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5927442241812191319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5927442241812191319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5927442241812191319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-myslef-and-iand-janette.html' title='Me, Myslef, and I...and Janette!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-7312121414212978068</id><published>2007-10-06T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:29:38.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vincent Mark Loeppky</title><content type='html'>At this moment I sit on Krista's bed at home and watch Sheri, Aimee, and Vince scratch and tickle and other such things. They are all making much noise and having a joyous time.&lt;br /&gt;Vince wanted me to write about him so I guess I will get that over with. One thing about Vince that we talked about today was his eating habits. Which include no peas, carrots, corn, broccoli, cauliflower, or other such things. I think it's crazy, in fact I made myself a package of peas for snack one time the other day. I can't see how anyone could not like that! Crazy! Another thing is how he is such a raging alcoholic. But I do not think this is true. I did, however, state my point of view on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;But I think that is enough about Vincent Mark Loeppky. Now about me! I had a crappy day. Truth be told, I cried like three times. That my make me seem very emotionally unstable but really I am not. I am just having a PMS day. Do you know what that stands for? I do and it fits it perfectly. I had to work and I have to work tomorrow to. It sucks!!!! But that's okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to tomorrow though. I want to eat good food!&lt;br /&gt;Something I found out about Vincent today was that he has a phobia of snakes. Snakes eat birds. He is also kind of like a girl...he admitted it himself.&lt;br /&gt;Emo's are gay. Emo girls are gayer.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to say more but I forget. Now I cannot think of anything else to say so I will go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-7312121414212978068?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/7312121414212978068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=7312121414212978068' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7312121414212978068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7312121414212978068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/10/vincent-mark-leoppky.html' title='Vincent Mark Loeppky'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-4457286276962164093</id><published>2007-09-27T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:50:36.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>youth...an exciting experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thanks for the help guys, I plan to write that paper today. I really have no idea what I'll write about...and I just went upstairs to see if you guys have that paper and neither of you do. It's sucks but maybe it is just as well. This way I actually have to do my own work. And to answer your question Kris...I did not get a raise...Co-op is very cheap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Youth went pretty good last night. I am on the worship team because we actually sing at youth now. It is quite exciting...except for the fact that I am kin of the lead singer. It's not really official that I am but I have to mist experience singing out of the three people. Would you be able to guess who they are? There is a boy, and a girl, they are both younger than me. If you guessed Kelly and Colton...you are correct. We also have three guitarists, Dahlen, Sean and Nathan, and we have Kurt on drums. Since that is most of the youth, it wasn't very scary to be singing. Except when in the song In the Secret, you have to sing the chorus a Capella at one point....:S kind of scary I must say. Oh well, I think it went pretty good considering none have us have lead any type of singing before. It was a good experience. Andrew also did a very good job with his talk thing. He said he didn't really plan it that much but it looked like he put a lot of effort into it. We played bucket ball, which I usually like but then I didn't like it. Then we played pull apart, which I usually don't like but I liked it. We almost won, we just had Eric and Dahlen left. We would have won if we had another minute (or if Lindsey had been on time)I enjoyed it nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot think of anything to say so I will go...have a grrreat day! lol&lt;br /&gt;PS - Do my poll at the bottom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-4457286276962164093?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4457286276962164093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=4457286276962164093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4457286276962164093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4457286276962164093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/09/youthan-exciting-experience.html' title='youth...an exciting experience'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8255000687048251971</id><published>2007-09-25T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:47:03.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Craved Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's true! I wanted winter today....for like 15 minutes! I was talking with Braden about snowboarding in the Rockies and I wanted winter so I could go snowboarding. I still want to but I don't want winter...I stepped outside and got goose bumps and I didn't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Guess what everyone!?! I got a new and exciting job at work today. I was on the till and it was so much more fun than facing. I onlt forgot once to give change and Leola reminded me before I shut the cash drawer...and I only pressed the wrong buttons a few times and I only scanned one thing wrong...how exciting. I like it! It just takes me a bit longer than other people but I hope I will speed up a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In other news...I got my year book. It kind of sucks though. No offence Kerri and Chelsey but there was no grad information...just their pictures and their names. It was disappointing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you know what else is exciting?!?! I am all caught up in all my subjects...I finished 2 papers the other day and now I can start working on the definition paper. Do you remember doing that one? What did you define? I need help deciding what to do...or maybe just helping me find something might be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, I think my post has come to a close...have a nice day everyone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8255000687048251971?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8255000687048251971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8255000687048251971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8255000687048251971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8255000687048251971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-i-craved-winter.html' title='Today I Craved Winter'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-6083328738335773341</id><published>2007-09-17T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:45:25.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No school tomrrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I started to read over some of my older posts...I can't see how anyone finds that interesting. I only hope that I am getting more interesting instead of less. That would not be very good. Guess what!?! Mrs. Eyjolsson is actually giving zeros to people. I think I might have got one...I was supposed to email her a essay by 3:30 but I emailed it at like 3:45. Oops! I hope she still takes it. We had early dismissal today so I could have done by 3:30 or before but I was busy playing word rescue. I must say that I kick some monster butt in that game...I passed all the levels...go me go me! I think I wrote a few months ago about this boy with nice eyes...maybe that wasn't on here, but he definatly has nice eyes and isn't all that bad looking everywhere else either. But don't even think about bugging me about him because I wouldn't go out with him in a million years. He's not exactly my type and mom would have a fit if she even found out. Should I tell you about him? No, that's okay. Okay good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;On to the next subject...I don't have to go to school tomorrow! Yay. I don't have any classes in the morning and there is no school in the afternoon because the principle in the elemenatry school dies and the memorial is then. It's sad that he died but I am still glad I don't have to go to school. It's super exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;We are leaving to go to Cathy's shower now so I'll talk to you later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-6083328738335773341?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/6083328738335773341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=6083328738335773341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6083328738335773341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6083328738335773341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-school-tomrrow.html' title='No school tomrrow!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8980728626842870135</id><published>2007-09-14T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:00:47.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Finally Happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can you guess what I'm talking about when I say it finally happened? Well, if you can't then I won't tell you, but by the time you read this, I've already told you, mom has already told you, or you have experienced it first hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also quite excited that I don't have to go  to school today until after lunch. I love not having classes and working on the same day. It's very nice to sleep in til 10 and then leisurely get up and get ready. I work until 8:30 today so if your coming home, see you then.&lt;br /&gt;School, I thought I'd do a little segment on that subject. It is dreadfully boring and hopelessly sickening. And I've only had a week and a day of school so far. Part of the reason is that I have about no close friends at school. So, I find random people to hang out with. Mainly it's been Aaryn and Erynne. But I kind of like it.&lt;br /&gt;Sheri, something I need to talk to you about is singing in church. Jolene asked me if we wanted to sing again in December. We are supposed to get back to her ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;My face is being stupid today. I have a few new pimples and they are making it look funny..so I put some of that new Clearasil stuff on and it made my face all shiny and weird. So I waited a while for it to dry but I still looked very oily. So, I put some cover up on. Well, let me tell you, that do not go so well. For some reason it went on all uneven and there was nothing I could do to fix it. And the was a weird pimple that was red in the middle and white all around it and was impossible to pop. So, I decided to wash it all off and start again. I did that and I haven't gotten around to finishing my face so I must leaving you with the end open. You can ask yourself and ponder the ending...Perhaps she just didn't finish it at all...no that's more like Krista....maybe she put on lots and lots of makeup to cover ALL of those many many pimples...oh wait that's Sheri. Maybe she fussed and complained and whined about that...wrong again that's Aimee. Well, I guess the only option for Janette is to try again, and do you no what will happen? She will fix it to perfection and everyone will gawk at her flawless skin!&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have made fun of everyone and you are probably all in tears I will leave you with this thought...but I couldn't think of any thought so I'll just keep on writing.&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have told you that we got the old computer to work and we can play all those wonderful games we used to when we were younger. I must say that it is quite fun...and we even have Bangbang. That is one of the worst names you could give a game but that's okay, I still like it. I should go play them before I have to go to school. See you all later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8980728626842870135?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8980728626842870135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8980728626842870135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8980728626842870135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8980728626842870135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-finally-happened.html' title='It Finally Happened'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-3100989154770593688</id><published>2007-09-05T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:12:37.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last First Day of Highschool</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true. And I know what you're thinking all those grown-up and older..."I remember that, that seems like such a long time ago." Please, spare me and try not to rub it in that your older than me. But I do feel quite old being in Grade 12. My first day of Grade 12 was not all that exciting I must say. I played volleyball for one class and listened to Mrs. Eyjlofsson speak for the first half of the day. Quite interesting I must say.&lt;br /&gt;After this summer I actually know what it feels like to have close Christian friends. I do not get along with anybody at school the same way I used to. I used to think that they were kin of cool, all their rebellious ways. Now I see that they are so stupid for lack of a better word, to think that drinking and etc. is fun. I really do not like at all. It's all they talk about and I guess I've never really noticed before. It makes me miss all my LDC friends even more.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I am now very ready to graduate and leave the town of Riverton for deeper things in life. In fact, I can't wait, I have a feeling that the days of this school year will just drag by...and you probably think..."No, Janette, Grade 12 flies by." If you were thinking that you should just hold on and let me finish. The days WILL drag by but at the end of the year I will not know where the time has gone.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am done explaining things in life to you....I will go and enjoy the wonderful tastes of chicken burgers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-3100989154770593688?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/3100989154770593688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=3100989154770593688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3100989154770593688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3100989154770593688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-first-day-of-highschool.html' title='Last First Day of Highschool'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-7596252438438039680</id><published>2007-08-24T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:12:01.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alberta...the country of crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My second full day of being in Alberta has almost ended. It has been a bit frustrating and I don't know how you made it six weeks here Kris. I mean I love Jess but she's kind of sickening sometimes, especially when she pulls down her pants to get her way. But Aimee and I have had fun watching movies together and swimming. That parts been good. Also, my bed is really comfortable. I like it, and I want to watch Winning London...that's right Charity owns that movie and I think I should take it home. I found out that tapping my fingernails on anything annoys Jess...I love that! All in all, it's frustrating and I want to go home but I'm not having a bad time...I just miss my mommy! But I can't think of anything more to say so so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-7596252438438039680?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/7596252438438039680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=7596252438438039680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7596252438438039680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7596252438438039680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/08/albertathe-country-of-crazy.html' title='Alberta...the country of crazy'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8986494574764244077</id><published>2007-08-14T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:55:21.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me to Neverland hot Peter!</title><content type='html'>I am so tired!! After a long weekend with many things to do (I'll get into that more later) and my first day of work at the Co-op (I'll get into that more too) I am exhausted. I have never had such a busy summer! It is kind of nice but I wish I was still a kid and not have anything to do but sit around and play with dolls! Those days were the best. All I had to do during the summer was play and go to the beach and have fun....I don't want to grow up! Take me to Neverland Peter Pan! I think I would seriously go if Peter Pan was real. It would be so much fun to be carefree all the time....and have that hot Peter to look after he...*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;But to talk about real life...camping was lots of fun. I got a nice tan, went tubing, went sea dooing, ate yummy camping food, and more stuff like that. It was great and I really enjoyed the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday I went to the city and bought some new clothes and stuff like that. It was good, but tiring and most people were grumpy. But we all survived and we all love each other just as much if not more. Good comes out of everything....well almost everything. This morning nothing good came out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I got up nice and early for my first day of work...but I felt terrible. I had the worst cramps I had ever experienced. Sheri, I needed one of your pills! And if there are guys reading this and don't understand...that means you don't have to understand. Anyway the pain was so much that I almost threw up several times. I had a shower and stuff and started to feel a bit better and I went to work and got there at exactly 9 o'clock. Half the staff there called me Janet buy by the end of the day everyone was clear that my name was Janette...even Chris called me Janette! That is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I work everyday this week and I get off work at 5 on Thursday so we won't be to late for the Sound of Music play....that reminds me....we were going to watch that.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to go. I hope everyone has a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8986494574764244077?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8986494574764244077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8986494574764244077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8986494574764244077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8986494574764244077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/08/take-me-to-neverland-hot-peter.html' title='Take me to Neverland hot Peter!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-672948428781723747</id><published>2007-08-08T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:52:15.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loveliness of Grime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Right now, I am sitting with dirt beneath my nails, grease on my pants, sweat in my hair, and in desperate need of a shower. Why, you may ask, don't I just take a shower. The answer is simple...I am too lazy. I should probably explain to you why I am so dirty. Aimee and I swept out half of Dad's shop. And I might add that it hadn't been swept in a very long time, or least it seemed that way. Anyway, I got really dirty and sweaty because it is back breaking work. But I guess we all have to work hard once in a while eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am really excited about camping this weekend. Mom made reservations(I think :S)at West Hawk Lake Campground. I can't wait for the pie irons, corn on the cob, and the smell of the wood burning. I'm so poetic today aren't I? I should write a poem or something. That reminds me of the poem from Matilda;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Mrs. D, Mrs.I, Mrs.FFI, Mrs.C, Mrs.U, Mrs.LTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I must say that I have used this poem to help me spell this difficult word...no pun intended. I hate puns, they are so stupid and lame. But I actually don't feel so strongly about them. I usually don't even think about them at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Krista, Kayley told me what you guys saw. It was quite funny the way she told the story and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Well, it seems I am all out of words for today. I hope everyone has a good day and remember to say Happy Birthday to Joel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-672948428781723747?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/672948428781723747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=672948428781723747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/672948428781723747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/672948428781723747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/08/loveliness-of-grime.html' title='The Loveliness of Grime'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8059251551410101115</id><published>2007-08-04T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:26:39.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a long time since I've written on here eh? I had actually forgotten all about this blog thing. I used to check it almost everday during my spare to see if someone had commented, but when no one did I got bored of not reading anything new. But now since blogs have become less popular and facebook has become the new myspace I decided that I should be different and write on here again. I actaully enjoy this more because I can write about anything to everyone...facebook isn't like that. So, many things have transpired since my last entry. The main thing is that I don't want that chocolate milk anymore. I think I will start with a quick rundown on my summer thus far;&lt;br /&gt;week 1--&gt; LDC- It was a great time. I honestly didn't want to be there at first, I didn't even know why I had come. But I enjoyed it so much. The TDA's weren't that fun and most of them were boring or unenjoyable. But the web was extremely fun and amazing!&lt;br /&gt;week 2--&gt; Babysitting at camp...tiring, stressful, exhausting, frustraing. Those words only begin to describe the feelings that I expreiced that week. But I came out of it with more patience, more deafness, and a little more love for red-headed, screaming, wild children.&lt;br /&gt;week 3--&gt; Swimming Lessons....I am quite proud to say that I passed levels 6, 7 and 8. I came out being a strong 8 which means that I am now eligable to take my lifeguarding.....or my bronze medellion and then my nationals. It sounds so much better if I say it like that.&lt;br /&gt;week 4--&gt; I was counselling at camp for the first time ever. On monday, I would have done almost anything to be away from camp. I didn't want to be there at all. But after a nice chat with Dayna, I felt much better and ended up enjoying the week. I got to now Amanda Hunt better, and I really enjoyed couselling with her.&lt;br /&gt;week 5--&gt; This is the week that I have just finished. It's been a good week with a couple relaxing days. Monday was anything but relaxing though. I work for 10 hours and was hoping to not work again that week. Tuesday I had a day to lay around and be lazy, to mom's dismay of course. I think she would have liked it if I had helped her a bit more....sorry! Wednesday, I visited at camp and had a marvalous time. Thursday was rather chilly and I enjoyed the weather change. Friday...was a bad day in the morning. I had to work again and I was feeling rather faint and almost threw-up on the turkeys. But I got throught that day with a smile on my face and hoping for a relaxing evening where I could go to sleep by 9 o'clock. At 10 I was in bed...at 12 I was still in bed....and still wide awake. So I got up and helped dad in the shop working on the car. He is really tired and stressing I think. But there is nothing I can do because I do not know how to drill holes or attach fabric things to the door or lift heavy hoods and attach heavy hoods. But I am making him iced tea....I hope itwill help. Today, I went to town to shop for grocery's and then I went to the beach with Jeré. It was a good time....we had fun moving huge dead fish around and picking at the eyes...ew!&lt;br /&gt;That is my summer and the rest of my summer is just as busy. I think I'm taking my lifeguard thingy from the 13-17 and then on the 22nd, I am flying with Aimee to Alberta. Which reminds me of the song by Paul Brandt....I'm Alberta bound til I die...which is not true in my case. Sorry Mr. Brandt. And a lot of those in between days I will be working to pay off my little cufuffle in the ditch. But now I'm going to go because to explain that would take another 2 pages!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8059251551410101115?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8059251551410101115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8059251551410101115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8059251551410101115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8059251551410101115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-summer.html' title='My Summer'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-4719683138818657304</id><published>2007-03-12T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T09:16:00.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want  my chocolate milk!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Well, not to much has happened in the last couple days except for that ordination thing. I have been spending a lot of my days practising for festival but I haven't been practising enough. For you who didn't watch the midgets play this weekend...they placed third overall. They lost to Grunthal...I don't know how to spell. There is chocolate milk sitting beside me but Agnes is watching me so I can't drink it...it looks yummy and I'm real thirsty. 45 minutes til lunch. Then I get to eat pizza!! Woohoo...lol  I think I have started to lack skill in writing. I can never come up with something clever to say. I guess I could start quoting random movies like Kayley. But I'm cooler than that! I have been writing this thing for 30 minutes already...it's taking forever for me to think of things. So, I'm going to go...maybe all add to this we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-4719683138818657304?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4719683138818657304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=4719683138818657304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4719683138818657304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4719683138818657304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-want-my-chocolate-milk.html' title='i want  my chocolate milk!!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8923810476919921770</id><published>2007-02-28T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T09:00:36.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know, I know, what's with me? I haven't written in a long while. Maybe because I never have much to say because I talk so much to everyone that I think every one's heard every story I have ten times over. Or maybe it's because my life has been rather dull and uneventful lately. There is some exciting, and something scary. I'll start with the scary one, I have to read my testimony at membership meeting on Monday. Yum, I want hash browns, there are people in here talking about going for breakfast. Anyhow, the exciting thing is that I am going to sign up for two courses and I'll get a maximum of 6 credits. That is if I pass all the exams and sing a lot. I smell something that reminds me of Ron and Sylvia's house. Anyhow, I get side tracked a lot. Me and Rachel and Sarah are singing next Sunday, make sure your home for that girls. It's the first special number I'll be doing without Sheri. I'll miss you! :*( I'll cry. Guess what I have to do, well, I don't have to I decided to. I am making my own course. This way I'll get a credit for singing. Which reminds me, I have voice lessons today. I have another 40 minutes to kill. What am I going to do? :S I'm all about these little face things today. In English class I wrote Janae a note thing and it has quite a few faces on it. I just finished reading a very cheesy western book. I think it was quite good actually. Predicable, cheesy, and cute...what else do you need? Well, once again I have a loss for words. So, I'll be going. Have a wonderful day everyone!!!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8923810476919921770?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8923810476919921770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8923810476919921770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8923810476919921770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8923810476919921770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-know-i-know-whats-with-me-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-1065805255504558276</id><published>2007-02-07T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:00:12.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the small things</title><content type='html'>Wussup everybody?!?! My day went pretty swell. Nothing remarkable about it. I broke my headphones...*sniff* I'm so sad. I am eating danagel...sound it out if you don't catch my drift. And for those who didn't grow up in a menno home you might call it fruit preserves. But to me that sounds pretty gay... so just say it my way! I have small groups at my home tonight...they will be here in about half an hour. Mommy made coffee cake...uuummm!!! And I made some iced tea so we won't starve or go thirsty I don't think. Do you know what is the most boringest game in the entire game...after solitaire of course...is badminton! I think it's incredibly boring!! Anyhow, I might be getting a credit for taking voice lessons. Don't you think that would be cool. I have to do it through the Royal Conservatory or maybe make up my own course. If I do the RC thing...I have to do all the theory and exams and such. :( Anyhow, I think I'm going to go. Have a beautiful day! &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-1065805255504558276?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1065805255504558276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=1065805255504558276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1065805255504558276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1065805255504558276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-small-things.html' title='all the small things'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-4189704719289107502</id><published>2007-02-02T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T07:47:08.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yearbooks!</title><content type='html'>It seems I am actually writing in my blog now, so you can start checking every third day and there might be something there. Guess what! I got last years yearbook today...finally! So, Kris remind me to give you yours! I only have one picture in there I think and I look very ridiculous. My hair was so short...and so long. I think I might be taking german or french instead of that ojibwa language course thing. And to actually get four credits I need to pass this really hard exam thing. But I think I'm going to go. Have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-4189704719289107502?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4189704719289107502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=4189704719289107502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4189704719289107502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4189704719289107502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/02/yearbooks.html' title='yearbooks!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-6074784376818095080</id><published>2007-01-31T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:44:25.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in the life of Janette Brandt</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's right. It's happening again. I wake up, get ready for school, run out the door as the bus pulls up, listen to music as I go to school being tossed and turned by the stupid bumps on the highway. Anyhow, I get to school and do the usual thing, putting my backpack into my locker, going to the bathroom to fix my hair because I had my hood on on the bus and is now all staticy and sticking in every direction. Then the first bell rings, I continue to talk with Jere and maybe a few other people until the second buzzer goes. Then I saunter to class just in time to stand for Oh Canada. After that I do my work...usually...really I do. So, that's how my day has been so far. Except now I am all done law!!!! That's not true, I have one more project thingy do on Friday but I don't feel like being in class. Now I am in the library and I just agreed to take some Ojibwa course! If I go to all the classes which are every Tuesday from 1:30ish to 3:30 for six weeks I get four freakin' credits. I say to Agnes "Sure, I might do it" but on the inside I'm like "Four credits for one course!!! Cheese and rice!! I'm doing it!" lol maybe not those exact words but I'm sure it was very close to that.&lt;br /&gt;I have voice lessons today...crap!!! I forgot to bring my guitar...and tell Adella I wanted to bring my guitar. Next time. I think I will mostly be singing Jesus Take the Wheel today and maybe a little of my festival pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just lost my game of hearts and I don't no what to do next. So, I'm going to go. I hope you all have a wonderfully great day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-6074784376818095080?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/6074784376818095080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=6074784376818095080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6074784376818095080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/6074784376818095080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-day-in-life-of-janette-brandt.html' title='Another day in the life of Janette Brandt'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5390839876964985353</id><published>2007-01-22T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T09:18:13.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day...and its only 11:00 am</title><content type='html'>OK! Guess what just happened!!! I am so mad. I was writing this post...all about how I'm having a crappy day and how thinking about three beautiful things makes you feel better. Now it's gone and I am about to scream...except then I'll get kicked out of the library. I'll try to remember everything that I wrote. The crappiness of my day is thus;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mondays! They are incredibly horrible...I don't know why God created them. Burn them all!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;2. Waking up early in the morning...7:10 am to be exact. I didn't get out of bed til 7:40ish. But still.&lt;br /&gt;3. Annoying, stupid people who think that they are better than everyone else. This is what people like that think...."Janette is not as cool as me, she doesn't have any feelings. Let's pick on her!" Well, they might think something like that, or maybe they don't think at all. That's probably the case.&lt;br /&gt;4. When my blog that is twice as long as this one is so far. I hadn't even finished my my first thought! My thoughts might be two pages long sometimes but still!&lt;br /&gt;Since I thought of 4 horrible mondayish things that are happening let me tell you 4 beautiful things that have or will happen today.&lt;br /&gt;1. The song I'm listening to Famous Last Words by MCR. It's not my favorite but at least I have music. I love music!! I'm listening to a better song now...Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls...I think that's a funny name.&lt;br /&gt;2. The hug Blaine gave me! Thanks! It made my day a lot better. And all those people who asked how I was doing. I must have looked pale. Or maybe just sad, tired, and grumpy. Which I am.&lt;br /&gt;3. The chicken alfredo thing I'm going to have for lunch. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;4. The fact that the first semester is almost over! Yes! and no exams!! Double yes!! Good-bye physics and law!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I could think of many more good and bad things. Like this song I'm listening to now! Before He Cheats. And the fact that it's that time of month, it just makes all these bad things worse.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait til the Jesus Take the Wheel song sounds good. I think I need to practise with the guitar more. Are you nervous Aimee? You will be later. But don't worry, you'll be good. But I think I'm going to go for now. I hope you all have a good day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5390839876964985353?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5390839876964985353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5390839876964985353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5390839876964985353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5390839876964985353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-dayand-its-only-1100-am.html' title='What a Day...and its only 11:00 am'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-962614780933657141</id><published>2007-01-02T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:36:43.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Well, well, a new  year. How does 2007 feel to all your out there? To be honest it doesn't feel like a new year to me. All my problems (not that I have many) have followed me into 2007 and I didn't make a new years resolution. But why should I, I never thought about it after about three hours after making the resolution. Maybe I have short term memory loss or something. Or perhaps it is the fact that I never really wanted to do whatever my new years resolution was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hhhmmm...I am at a loss at what to say. That is rather weird. Sorry for not updating more, I never feel in the mood to be random. Crazy I now. Janette isn't being weird..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.that's weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So, I watched the Little Black Book today. I thought they were talking about the bible. lol Just kidding everyone...I am not as blond as Aimee. Just kidding, well not really. I have watched more movies this past couple weeks than I have in the past couple weeks before that. That didn't make much sense because I was gonna say something else but it came out a little differently but I just decided to keep it that way just so I could be weird. I have said that word several times today haven't I. I don't feel like counting but it feels like I've typed those same letters many time. which I probably have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Tomorrow I have to babysit. I will probably post again than because I will be super bored. But I have movies to watch so I will be fine especially if you phone me and wish me a happy day. lol I'm going to go now so I hope you all have a good day or evening or night or whatever time it is when you read this. Tootles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-962614780933657141?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/962614780933657141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=962614780933657141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/962614780933657141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/962614780933657141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='A new year...'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-1183143722396768261</id><published>2006-12-22T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:52:48.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My birthaday has come and gone....it is now Katelyn's birthday...Happy Birthday Katelyn! Anyhow, it was a good time. On tuesday I did hve people over but several of them couldn't make it. But it was still fun. My parents forgot it was my birthday yesturday until like 10:30 and when I was already in school, I usually get my gifts in the morning but this year it was different. My mom did call the school and wished me a happy birthday...aawww! Isn't she sweet. lol Anyhow, I didn't go to school today. It was only half a day and no classes so I saw no point in going. Later on today I'm going to Kate's house to bring her her gift and watch a movie for her birthday. The next couple of days will be busy. I think I'm goning to go though. I wish you all a very merry Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-1183143722396768261?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/1183143722396768261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=1183143722396768261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1183143722396768261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/1183143722396768261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-4818030984970847210</id><published>2006-12-18T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:50:20.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Where I Am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You will never guess where I am...nope unless your my mom or one of my many sisters my dad or one of my friends that I told. I am at the University of Manitoba. I feel so big! I don't know if I would ever like to go to school here. This one building is bigger than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Riverton&lt;/span&gt; school. I guess that doesn't mean much but you would think that one class would not be twice the size of the high school and the elementary school combined. Anyhow, I have to wait until Kris is done her exam which is like at the most another half an hour. I am really hungry but I don't feel like using those scary vending machines..:S Yes, they are scary believe me! Well, maybe you shouldn't believe me...I like to exaggerate a bit. The only person I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recognized&lt;/span&gt; here was some guy from Sheri's class...Justin something or other...I know his last name but I don't know how to spell it. So yeah, I'm feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; here in the computer..lab...room whatever it's called...Kris if I forgot to tell you...Sam called. But I think I am going to go for now...I might add more later if I get bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-4818030984970847210?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4818030984970847210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=4818030984970847210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4818030984970847210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4818030984970847210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/12/guess-where-i-am.html' title='Guess Where I Am!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-280052940236695782</id><published>2006-12-15T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:27:24.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Candy Canes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was a good day. It was not overly exciting but I did get three candy canes...uummm! Thank-you to those people...and Dayna even though I got her candy cane on Wednesday. The Mr. and Mrs. Riverton pagent was today. I do believe that it was to long...my butt got sore!! But some of it was really funny. So, I'm having the first birthday party in like 5 years. I'm not even having sixteen people over, only 14 including me. If I forgot to invite you then I am incredibly sorry. I am looking forward to Christmas much...and shopping for gifts on Monday...long weekend woohoo! But it doesn't even seem like Christmas and then as soon as it does then it will all be over and I don't have anything big to look forward to for a long time. But Christmas is still to come so I'll be alright. I guess I'm finished for tonight. Have a happy day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-280052940236695782?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/280052940236695782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=280052940236695782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/280052940236695782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/280052940236695782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-candy-canes.html' title='I Love Candy Canes!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5886738320610545323</id><published>2006-12-14T19:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:18:29.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday is in a week!!</title><content type='html'>It's true...I am turning 16 though I may not act like it all the time or most of the time. I had a pretty good day...wrote a Physics test and probably didn't do very good. I almost finished my Law so that was exciting to. Then I went to Jere's house to make rice crispie and puff wheat squares. I ended up sleeping on the couch while Jere and Reese listened to music. I wonder if they ever got around to making the food. It was a good time even though Reese was being mean...don't you agree Jere. Today I gave Aimee a nice scratch. It looks quite beautiful on her and  is quite red. I think that I will have a shower now...I hope you all have a goo dday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5886738320610545323?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5886738320610545323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5886738320610545323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5886738320610545323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5886738320610545323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-birthday-is-in-week.html' title='my birthday is in a week!!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-3384419547626497038</id><published>2006-12-13T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:09:20.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring!!</title><content type='html'>not much has happened to me in the last couple days. All I do day in and day out is wakeup, go to school, comehome from school, got to sleep. With several meals in between and maybe a conversation with someone. Actually it's not that bad...I might go to the midget game on Thursday and I haad voice today. Oh, and the youth is go caroling today to. I don't really like standing in the cold but I will be a good spirit and go. I might also pretend I'm enjoying it. Truth be told I probably will have fun. It even isn't that cold outside. Look at me being optimistic. Wow, I think may have even spelled that word right. Woohoo! I'm trying to think of something brilliant to say but I can't think of anything so I guess I gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-3384419547626497038?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/3384419547626497038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=3384419547626497038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3384419547626497038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3384419547626497038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/12/boring.html' title='boring!!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5138252584400851223</id><published>2006-12-09T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T08:18:25.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally it's the weekend!</title><content type='html'>I am not very good at writing regularly on this blog. The past couple days have been quite slack. I did however go to Jere's house last night. We had a good time...we were also rather hyper. The 8 litres of pop she bought and the burnt pizza we made. uumm, that stuff was good! I can't wait to go Christmas shopping! I haven't done any yet so I have to do it all in one day... :S So if some of you don't get gifts... you should have brought me shopping. lol jk&lt;br /&gt;I past my archery test...with a whole 50% Well, I think I'm going to go eat something or have a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5138252584400851223?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5138252584400851223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5138252584400851223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5138252584400851223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5138252584400851223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/12/finally-its-weekend.html' title='finally it&apos;s the weekend!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5860400766590971312</id><published>2006-12-04T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T14:56:25.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah day</title><content type='html'>I have discovered one of the most amazing sites ever!! I love it so much. It's called "Automatically Transpose Song Chords to a New Key" That pretty much sums up what the website is. But it also can show me any chord in the whole universe....Hallelujah! That's pretty much the excitment for today. I got to sleep in for a hour this morning but then I had to clean the kitchen. It wasn't so bad. Then I went to school and got very very bored and ended up watching Nacho Libre or whatever it's called. It was rather lame but it had some funny parts. Overall, this day was a boring, slack, blah,  and any other words that fit into that categorie day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5860400766590971312?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5860400766590971312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5860400766590971312' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5860400766590971312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5860400766590971312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/12/blah-day.html' title='blah day'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-8653694499375440172</id><published>2006-12-03T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:45:40.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel relieved!</title><content type='html'>Well, I did it. It's over with and I feel relieved. I don't think the song turned out to bad. I heard lots of good things about it but I'm not sure if all those people were telling the truth or just being nice. Before the song I was more nervous then last time, when I was up on stage it was better...and I was shaking just as much after. This Sunday afternoon has been boring. It's rather dull around here. Sheri went somewhere, Kris is ALWAYS studying. And the rest of us are bumming around. But I'm going to go eat something I think. Please leave a comment...no body does anymore...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-8653694499375440172?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/8653694499375440172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=8653694499375440172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8653694499375440172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/8653694499375440172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-feel-relieved.html' title='i feel relieved!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-3649183165367065542</id><published>2006-11-30T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:01:46.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something crazy happened</title><content type='html'>Well, well, another boring day in the life of Janette Brandt. I woke up, had a shower, went to school, did the school thing...and then a happy ending. I didn't have to go home on the bus. Thanks to Reese...and Jere's skill of bribing Reese into bring us home with money, energy drinks and a movie. So, in fact, my day wasn't to boring, just a little in the morning. But this morning I was in a good mood. Get this...are you ready? Are you? This is a big shocker....OK, I warned you. I actually smiled...that's right...smiled at Donnie when he said "good morning" on the bus!!!!!! Isn't that crazy. I think I am out of my mind. I have never ever ever never done that before. You all must be so proud of me! Anyhow, I think I am going to go. Have a good day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-3649183165367065542?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/3649183165367065542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=3649183165367065542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3649183165367065542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/3649183165367065542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/11/something-crazy-happened.html' title='something crazy happened'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-7939261516236373776</id><published>2006-11-29T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:53:02.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me thinkth i have a lithp...</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the dentist. My face and my neck is all frozen...well not my whole face and I don't think my neck is but my chin defiantly is. Have fun at the dentist Sheri. I sure didn't but it was over quickly so that was good. And I got to skip two classes. History and phys ed...darn it! It's not so bad. The worst part is I am not supposed to eat for 2 whole hours!!! How will I go on? OK, and just a side note...you should sign your posts...I am not psychic nor can I read minds over the Internet. And who the heck is anonymous? I think I almost got that harmony down pat...I can't wait to practise on Saturday...I think my foot is not falling asleep. What is with this? And the yellow paint is for my valleys, they are to deep. Don't ask me what theses weird dentist terms mean. Like seriously...valley...deep. What is that? OK, I think I am almost done rambling for today...who knows, I may post later. After all the night is still young. Well, technically it's not even night yet but you understand don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-7939261516236373776?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/7939261516236373776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=7939261516236373776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7939261516236373776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/7939261516236373776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-thinkth-i-have-lithp.html' title='me thinkth i have a lithp...'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5001681168011534696</id><published>2006-11-28T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T15:25:12.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE THE DENTIST...SAVE ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, today was a good day...the end. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;. but it was good. First off I want to tell you a story. Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; at youth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;, Dayna spoke about forgiveness...thanks for that Dayna. Anyhow, she told us to go some place by ourselves and ask God who we should forgive. So I did. And a name came to my mind. I tired to forgive her but I couldn't, then last night I was suddenly feeling very forgiving and thought....I'm ready to forgive her. So I did. This morning when I got to school, she came and talked to me. She told me she was sorry for what she had done and so I gave her a hug and told her it was okay. We are now friends...what a lovely story. Anyhow, that made my day a good one from the start. Then I had Law...Kris can I PLEASE borrow your stuff from last year...I am sick of answering those retarded questions. Then I slept in the resource room and then I had lunch and then I had physics, and then I sat in the lunch room with a bunch of people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tostitos&lt;/span&gt; and salsa. Then I had a very boring long bus ride home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt;! I don't know how to spell that. Tomorrow is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pooey&lt;/span&gt;! I have to go to the dentist and get a filling and get my teeth painted yellow. Don't ask me why it has to be yellow I might bite your head off. I don't want yellow teeth. But what can I do about it? Beat up the dentist maybe...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;, maybe. Anyhow, I should probably quite writing randomness. Hey! that's gonna be the title of my blog. See ya later all my alligators!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5001681168011534696?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5001681168011534696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5001681168011534696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5001681168011534696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5001681168011534696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-dentistsave-me.html' title='I HATE THE DENTIST...SAVE ME!!!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-140972656994586418</id><published>2006-11-27T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:55:53.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;well, after my many failed attempts, &lt;strong&gt;again,&lt;/strong&gt; to find out my user name and password i have finally gotten into my blog. i was relieved when i finally got in. but there is a little bitty problem...i still don't know what my user name and password are. anyhow, my day was a good one even though i hate Mondays. they suck! impact was good as i  have told most of everyone who will read this. i think the highlight was inner city youth alive. it was a great experience. we rock at pool Katelyn! overall the weekend was good. sorry Sheri for going to the hockey game when you came home to practise. but i must tell you i had a good time at that game freezing my toes off. well, i am going to go try and find my user name again. have a great day everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-140972656994586418?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/140972656994586418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=140972656994586418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/140972656994586418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/140972656994586418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/11/sigh.html' title='sigh...'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-5344414150778391585</id><published>2006-11-23T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:39:45.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid bus drivers!!!</title><content type='html'>well, it took me a while...and a new blog to figure out my user name...i had forgotten...I'm crazy i no. I'm trying to figure out how to make it so you can comment...later. now any how, i will tell you have stupid my bus driver is. he put up bright orange signs...four of them. three of them say that we aren't aloud to eat or drink...and one says that we cant play horses....not really but it says that we have to stay in our seats and no horseplay!! i think it has two exclamation marks. darn it! i wanted to play horses so bad! right now I'm sitting in the library all alone...I'm lonely. happy 17th birthday Meghann!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-5344414150778391585?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/5344414150778391585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=5344414150778391585' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5344414150778391585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/5344414150778391585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-bus-drivers.html' title='stupid bus drivers!!!'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357670801457838822.post-4962590154632330359</id><published>2006-11-21T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T14:42:37.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;welcome to my blog! i had this brilliant idea to make a blog...i think i will use it to complain about life...and maybe to tell others about the exciting and happy moments to. to start off my complaining, my morning was crappy! i was walking dead, or at least half dead. i was grumpy and sick and glaring at everybody. but by the end of the day i was in the best mood ever...it was like super awesome...a complete change in mood. and to top it all off...this kid on the bus said that she didn't like me! woot woot! i am living the life! well, i will go now...and continue on having a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357670801457838822-4962590154632330359?l=janebrandt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/feeds/4962590154632330359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4357670801457838822&amp;postID=4962590154632330359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4962590154632330359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357670801457838822/posts/default/4962590154632330359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://janebrandt.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-everyone.html' title='hello everyone'/><author><name>janette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00116757002212832942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Wp-i3zWHyk/TTYQRt9_X-I/AAAAAAAAALw/lgLulE2_zF4/S220/Brandt%252C%2BJ_prayer%2Bcard.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
