<?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-14487827</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:25:19.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brett's Brainwork</title><subtitle type='html'>My feeble attempt to contribute to the wonderful world of the internet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-8968543402747670625</id><published>2011-01-11T17:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:00:39.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Tim Allen on TV again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Don't kids say the craziest things?  Luke and I were crusin' south bound on the N. Dallas Tollway heading home from work and school when out of no where we have the below conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke: "This truck has lots of horsepower, right Dad?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm laughing because I can't recall ever having a horsepower conversation with Luke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke: "Right, Dad?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still chuckling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "right"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke: "What's so funny Dad?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trying to blow it off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "Nothing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke: "Is it horsepower? Are you laughing at horsepower?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laughing again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "Yes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;angry voice....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Horsepower isn't funny.  It's Cool!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be biased but someone seems pretty funny and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-8968543402747670625?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8968543402747670625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=8968543402747670625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8968543402747670625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8968543402747670625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-tim-allen-on-tv-again.html' title='Is Tim Allen on TV again?'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-4998537238111502075</id><published>2010-11-11T21:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:36:32.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Luke</title><content type='html'>Luke's class at pre-school is learning about a new letter each week at school.  Below is our conversation this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:&lt;/em&gt; Luke, What letter are you learning this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke:&lt;/em&gt; k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:&lt;/em&gt;  Oooooo.... what letter is next week? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I knew he was going to be excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke:&lt;/em&gt; L!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:&lt;/em&gt; AWESOME!  What starts with L?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke:&lt;/em&gt; Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:&lt;/em&gt; Nope that's an M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke:&lt;/em&gt; no I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:&lt;/em&gt; that's an I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke:&lt;/em&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:&lt;/em&gt; I is an I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pointing at his chest repeatedly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;First Name, My First Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:&lt;/em&gt; Luke that is an F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke:&lt;/em&gt; DAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:&lt;/em&gt; that one is a D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke:&lt;/em&gt; Dad you are silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:&lt;/em&gt; thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-4998537238111502075?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4998537238111502075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=4998537238111502075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4998537238111502075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4998537238111502075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-with-luke.html' title='Fun with Luke'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-2765052436927989123</id><published>2010-04-06T20:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:55:13.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iPad Review - Day 3</title><content type='html'>A few ramblings on the iPad after 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPad was reserved several weeks ago, Saturday April 4th I went to pick it up as instructed between the hours of 9 and 3. I was a little worried about the pick up as I chose the North Park Mall store by mistake. I felt like the store on Knox would have been less busy and closer to the house. I arrived right at 9 and found myself about 50 people back in the reserved line with another 50 or so in a line without reservations. Apple was well prepared for the big day and had me out the door with iPad by 9:45. Free bottled water, coffee and cheers for each exiting customer helped the time fly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set up was initially very easy. Having an existing iTunes account with Email, Calendar, Contacts, Songs, Video and Apps helped tremendously. Time for bullet points.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Apple, shouldn't there be an easier way to upgrade my existing Apps to iPad compatible Apps? I spent several hours searching the App Store for each App I used to see if a new version had been released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Apps for the iPad -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calendar - It is fantastic. Love the "List" view. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maps, Mail, Safari - I think they are all the same as iPhone but each seems so much better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TweetDeck, IMDb, USA Today, TFLN - I give them props just for being ready for the iPad, All Good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kindle - I haven't used a Kindle but I can't imagine it being much better than the iPad with a Kindle App. FYI, I prefer the Kindle App over iBooks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Weather Channel - the iPad doesn't have a default weather app and I think this might be why. Fantastic 10 Day forecast, Hourly and Radar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ESPN XL - Greatness for the sports fan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Netflix - FAST, so FAST.... ready to watch any Netflix movie in less than a minute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photos - they look incredible.... can Apple add an editor?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Facebook and Gist why don't you have iPad Apps? The sites look great on Safari but Apps would make it so much better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- It is my early opinion, restaurants that don't have Wi-Fi will lose some business due to the iPad. I have been out in the field the last two days at lunch time. Each time I looked first for a place with Wi-Fi so I could use the iPad while eating. Side note.... I'm learning to eat left handed so I can keep my right hand free for the iPad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- I'm new to the Numbers App and it looks great but I think a keyboard is going to be needed for data entry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- FeeddlerRSS App is a good reader for Google RSS Feeds but it doesn't link to the actual article. That should be fixed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, I really enjoy the new toy. It is way better than my iPhone but I can't imagine attempting such things as creating this blog entry on it. It is much like HD TV. Completely unnecessary but so fantastic to have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-2765052436927989123?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2765052436927989123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=2765052436927989123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/2765052436927989123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/2765052436927989123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2010/04/ipad-day-3.html' title='iPad Review - Day 3'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-558911859694931722</id><published>2009-10-06T06:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:33:49.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in a year?</title><content type='html'>My iPhone caught it all.  Well some of it.  From September 08 to September 09, I just "dumped" my iPhone photos onto Flickr.  Take a look back right &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b-rett/sets/72157622527500858/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-558911859694931722?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/558911859694931722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=558911859694931722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/558911859694931722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/558911859694931722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-in-year.html' title='what&apos;s in a year?'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-7471479189560206963</id><published>2009-09-23T20:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:52:52.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 year old + 3 year old = Fun</title><content type='html'>Tonight's conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, boys what are we going to watch before bed?&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Caillou&lt;br /&gt;Beck: Fairly OddParents&lt;br /&gt;Me: boys pick a number between 1 and 5 &lt;em&gt;(emphasis on the 1 and 5)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Caillou&lt;br /&gt;Me: nope&lt;br /&gt;Beck: 5&lt;br /&gt;Me: oooo.. good guess, Luke?&lt;br /&gt;Luke: 4&lt;br /&gt;Me: Another good guess! but no, boys a number between 1 and 5, not 4, not 5.&lt;br /&gt;Beck: zero&lt;br /&gt;Me: wrong&lt;br /&gt;Luke: zero&lt;br /&gt;Me: (&lt;em&gt;laughing) &lt;/em&gt;still wrong&lt;br /&gt;Beck: 11&lt;br /&gt;Me: No&lt;br /&gt;Luke: 15&lt;br /&gt;Me: boys... let's try this again. A number between 1 and 5 not 4 not 5 let's count &lt;em&gt;(holding up 5 fingers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(wiggling my middle finger)&lt;/em&gt; so the number is...?&lt;br /&gt;Beck: 3!&lt;br /&gt;Me: YES!&lt;br /&gt;Luke: &lt;em&gt;(sad)&lt;/em&gt; what number is Caillou?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-7471479189560206963?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7471479189560206963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=7471479189560206963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7471479189560206963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7471479189560206963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-year-old-3-year-old-fun.html' title='2 year old + 3 year old = Fun'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-9165506191151003058</id><published>2009-08-28T14:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:33:16.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>M. David Palmeiro Tournament Winners!</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of the Tarkio Avalanche, August 27, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375097524073934482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SpguuDuCLpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UFdEwP8g5cU/s320/golf5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BILL SMITH TRUCKING TEAM&lt;/strong&gt; - Won the M. David Palmeiro Tournament on Saturday, August 22, 2009, at the Tarkio Golf Course. The team finished 20 under par at the end of 18 holes. Left to right are team sponsor, Bill Smith of Tarkio, and team members, Travis Smith, Darrell Smith, Brett Smith and Tyler Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yet another fantastic weekend in Tarkio.  A big thanks goes out to our sponsor, the foundation board, all volunteers and the golf course management crew.  The the course was in great shape.  I can't wait to defend the title next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-9165506191151003058?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/9165506191151003058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=9165506191151003058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/9165506191151003058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/9165506191151003058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2009/08/m-david-palmeiro-tournament-winners.html' title='M. David Palmeiro Tournament Winners!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SpguuDuCLpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UFdEwP8g5cU/s72-c/golf5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-3084268665745251387</id><published>2009-07-27T12:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:11:10.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember May 7th?</title><content type='html'>Rangers fans don't but I bet the Royals' loyal do. Having lost yet another series this past weekend to the Texas Rangers my phone took a text lashing from local friends and co workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wish we played the hapless Royals more often. AA team at best"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DFW locals have easily forgotten the 2 of 3 the Royals took from the Rangers in April. What happened? We were good, full of promise. May 7th.... .621 winning percentage, the 4th best record in baseball, batters couldn't touch Greinke, 6 wins in a row. In a row?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 80 days of misery, 20 - 48 over than span. Don't do the math it's too ugly. A .294 winning percentage. I remember emailing Royals front office in mid May begging for middle relief, I wouldn't even know where to start now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save us please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-3084268665745251387?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/3084268665745251387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=3084268665745251387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/3084268665745251387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/3084268665745251387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-remember-may-7th.html' title='Do you remember May 7th?'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-2343872370063381985</id><published>2009-05-19T08:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:48:35.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>looking for a reason to celebrate?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, rather quietly, a new player in web searches launched their site. &lt;a href="http://www91.wolframalpha.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WolframAlpha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is certainly interesting. I could spend hours following their "ambitious, long-term project to make all systematic knowledge immediately computable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few examples of what I learned in my first 5 minutes on the site. Yesterday Sarah and I celebrated a days of "2"s as it marked 2 years, 2 months and 22 days since we were married. Today, Mom get ready to party down.... you are 20 thousand 800 days old! I bet Dad already had something REAL nice picked out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More useless stuff... Tarkio is at an elevation of 928ft (which is just 7.1 meters shorter than the Eiffel Tower), if I had worked 24/7 at my first job at $3.75 per hour I would have made $32,800 that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information available is endless and unfortunately mostly useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-2343872370063381985?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2343872370063381985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=2343872370063381985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/2343872370063381985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/2343872370063381985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-for-reason-to-celebrate.html' title='looking for a reason to celebrate?'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-4636712187980334458</id><published>2009-05-15T21:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:18:15.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geographical Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/b-rett"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has always been my favorite place to post and share photos. Just as with this blog I also struggle with which photos belong on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=1117305016&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and which ones (if not the same) belong on my old favorite Flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to lead with Flickr and follow with a select few on facebook. I'll leave it up to my friends to tag me with new photos on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of several great reasons why I enjoy Flickr. I can map all my photos.... take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b-rett/map?&amp;amp;fLat=32.6288&amp;amp;fLon=-90.4548&amp;amp;zl=15&amp;amp;order_by=recent"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   (zoom out... then hit GO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent trips to Boston and Cabo have added some much needed diversity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-4636712187980334458?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4636712187980334458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=4636712187980334458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4636712187980334458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4636712187980334458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2009/05/geographical-photos.html' title='Geographical Photos'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-8490583777181425152</id><published>2009-04-02T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:42:35.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have you gone Joe Dibloggio?</title><content type='html'>What happened to me?  I'm going to state the obvious.  I haven't posted to the blog in over a month.  I know, lack of posting has happened before but this time it's different.  There wasn't a lack of ideas... I've had a few good ones.  I even had a "fan" convey their disdain... "at least &lt;a href="http://dleeblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;D Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; still updates his blog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got  (uttmmm...) I had no excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I was reading through the hand full of blogs I enjoy and found my answer.  &lt;a href="http://howardlindzon.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Howard Lindzon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is one of those smart and funny guys that not only has good ideas.... he conveys them brilliantly on his blog.  These are his ideas in my words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "new" internet or Internet 2.0 is killing my blog.  Facebook, twitter and BrightKite are the leading suspects.  They make it so easy to share a thought or idea in less than 140 characters, I usually choose their communication method from my iPhone rather than this one.  Sorry Blogger, I still love your &lt;a href="http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-offical.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to the mix my (fairly) new job and the blog is dying a slow death.  I love my job.  The old job not so much.  With the old one the blog was a great distraction from work, with the new one it's the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news for the blog, it has some company.  My golf game crawled into the corner of my garage last August and has replaced it's usual companion sunshine with last thing I every expected my clubs to see; cobwebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, &lt;a href="http://howardlindzon.com/?p=4093"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Howard's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; closing words are quite poetic... I'll steal and post them below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone dies. So do passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t fight death or lost passion, but at least passion can be revived. I want to blog and golf more, but I won’t force it. Forcing it will only hurt my chances of renewed passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-8490583777181425152?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8490583777181425152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=8490583777181425152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8490583777181425152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8490583777181425152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-have-you-gone-joe-dibloggio.html' title='Where have you gone Joe Dibloggio?'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-918872292995355054</id><published>2009-02-23T19:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:40:41.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing things as they should be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This evening before going out for a quick run Sarah made a short list of household items we needed from Target. The timing of her request was perfect. Tomorrow is our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary and I had yet to pick up a card for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I randomly searched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hundreds&lt;/span&gt; of cards for just the right message Luke stood behind me calling out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; items. First it was "Diego!" then "Mickey Mouse". Then it got a bit interesting, he said "Dad! It's Elmo". I turned to see him holding a card with two wiener dogs on the front. "Good Job, Luke" I told him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a minute passes... Luke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hollers&lt;/span&gt; "Here's Mommy!" then again "Here's Mommy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306172194274168210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SaNPf1TETZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/A_m7hCU4_Uw/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I busted out laughing.  I mean a really good belly laugh.  So proud of little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Luker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-918872292995355054?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/918872292995355054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=918872292995355054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/918872292995355054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/918872292995355054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2009/02/seeing-things-as-they-should-be.html' title='seeing things as they should be?'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SaNPf1TETZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/A_m7hCU4_Uw/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-5927837945217539028</id><published>2009-02-10T20:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:53:53.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>turn the lights out, say goodnight</title><content type='html'>Sarah's endearing idiosyncrasies are countless. Honestly, it's what makes me enjoy being with her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening one of my favorites was taken to entirely new level. Sarah loves to turn the lights on and leave them on. Initially, I'll admit, I found this to be just a tad bit irritating. I'd return home, Sarah would be out running errands and at least 4 lights would be on. Come On! Turn out the lights before you leave. She couldn't have cared less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed and this continued, I began to find the number of lights left on entertaining. Sometimes on her best days she'd even leave the TV on for me. Maybe this was her way of leaving her "trail of bread crumbs" in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;UPDATE: Sarah just interrupted this blog. "Look at this Lighting Storm! It's only happening every few minutes.... Does that mean it's close or far away?" I love being with her. So fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I returned home to find the front entry light on (she had locked the front door). Inside, I could hear Sarah and Luke upstairs. As I made my way around the downstairs I found 6 lights on (tidying up, I'm sure). Additionally, the TV, both back yard lights and (here's the kicker)..... the oven light were all on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar has certainly been raised. I can't wait to see what she will do next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-5927837945217539028?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5927837945217539028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=5927837945217539028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5927837945217539028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5927837945217539028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2009/02/turn-lights-out-say-goodnight.html' title='turn the lights out, say goodnight'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-345997833431405912</id><published>2009-02-02T16:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:48:00.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>times are tough.... time to get better</title><content type='html'>Here are two great posts from this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feld.com/wp/archives/2009/01/the-difference-between-panic-and-urgency.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Difference between Panic and Urgency:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one really got me motivated. Brad Feld's final paragraph would be a great pre-game pep talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://billflagg.blogspot.com/2009/01/focusing-organization.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Focusing the Organization:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I ask a friend of mine who's worked 20+ years with IBM what he's doing, his response is always the same. "Running a small business." I love that mindset. Bill Flagg's ideas in this post are easily applied to "my" organization. The requirements he list for goal setting are fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember good ideas are just that, until you take action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-345997833431405912?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/345997833431405912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=345997833431405912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/345997833431405912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/345997833431405912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2009/02/times-are-tough-time-to-get-better.html' title='times are tough.... time to get better'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-7204397753334843201</id><published>2009-01-18T20:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:27:29.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the Tarkio influence</title><content type='html'>The road to the Super Bowl goes through Tarkio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that is the case for one individual this year. Arizona Cardinal's Defensive Line Coach &lt;a href="http://www.nfl.com/teams/coaches?coaType=assist&amp;amp;team=ARI"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ron Aiken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; worked at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tarkio_College"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tarkio College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from 1982-84.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This great piece of trivia originated in Dallas with Jeff Moore, former Tarkio College head coach, but then (of course) traveled north to my parents who emailed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please create &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Six_Degrees_of_Kevin_Bacon"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Six Degrees of Tarkio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and prove it is the center of the universe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-7204397753334843201?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7204397753334843201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=7204397753334843201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7204397753334843201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7204397753334843201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2009/01/tarkio-influence.html' title='the Tarkio influence'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-1657897001361818997</id><published>2009-01-06T20:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:58:37.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide &amp; Seek</title><content type='html'>This evening Luke randomly announced "&lt;strong&gt;Hide!&lt;/strong&gt;" and ran into the other room. Wanting to be sure my cell phone or keys didn't go missing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; weeks, I followed him into the next room to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288369976078003746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SWQQeWj4biI/AAAAAAAAAOk/UwIQpvGqrEU/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Attempting not to laugh, I said "Found You"! To which Luke responded, "Help".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-1657897001361818997?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1657897001361818997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=1657897001361818997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/1657897001361818997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/1657897001361818997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2009/01/hide-seek.html' title='Hide &amp; Seek'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SWQQeWj4biI/AAAAAAAAAOk/UwIQpvGqrEU/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-732295280479339908</id><published>2008-12-30T19:48:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:21:41.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the condiment nazi</title><content type='html'>&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;strong&gt;Beck:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Luke, you can never have too much pepper.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Luke:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Uh, ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVrRg680cqI/AAAAAAAAANs/gP46mgv0KLg/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285767476183069346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVrRg680cqI/AAAAAAAAANs/gP46mgv0KLg/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beck:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Let's put some on this slice also.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVrRg3wZywI/AAAAAAAAANk/7pUZyQKhsqk/s1600-h/photo+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285767475325684482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVrRg3wZywI/AAAAAAAAANk/7pUZyQKhsqk/s320/photo+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Now lets add some CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVrRghPsMKI/AAAAAAAAANc/oYB_LlfvmZ4/s1600-h/photo+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285767469282898082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVrRghPsMKI/AAAAAAAAANc/oYB_LlfvmZ4/s320/photo+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beck:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Did you say, more pepper?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Luke:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;No, CHEESE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285768417636472114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVrSXuIzVTI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IWCom-bihRE/s320/photo+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beck:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ok, Here's you cheese.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Luke:&lt;/strong&gt; What are you up to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285769492694005026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVrTWTCfdSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KlwZHpgbdoA/s320/photo+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beck:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Now more pepper!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Luke:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Just you wait a minute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285769497302754562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVrTWkNTZQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/dcyyBhyK9Ik/s320/photo+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beck:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;You want trouble?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Luke:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Uh, nope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285770672041726706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVrUa8c5kvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/m2RenomVS4k/s320/photo+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beck:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I didn't think so, more pepper?&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Luke:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Uh, ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285770668478327906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVrUavLUbGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZM4NZftGBsI/s320/photo+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beck:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Like I said, never too much pepper.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Luke:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Do you expect me to eat this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285770667433498530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVrUarSNl6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/xxdOan2l0Jo/s320/photo+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-732295280479339908?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/732295280479339908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=732295280479339908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/732295280479339908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/732295280479339908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/12/condiment-nazi.html' title='the condiment nazi'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVrRg680cqI/AAAAAAAAANs/gP46mgv0KLg/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-5057456162044631252</id><published>2008-12-24T23:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:45:00.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>love is on the rise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you need a little love? Go get yourself a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/brettpsm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; account. From my friends at &lt;a href="http://mashable.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Mashable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283447980810177794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVKT8hVyDQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zFV4iV9JBqM/s320/love-is-on-the-rise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas, loved ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-5057456162044631252?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5057456162044631252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=5057456162044631252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5057456162044631252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5057456162044631252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-is-on-rise.html' title='love is on the rise...'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SVKT8hVyDQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zFV4iV9JBqM/s72-c/love-is-on-the-rise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-7683271690992345902</id><published>2008-12-24T10:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:22:21.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>early Christmas</title><content type='html'>Great news for Sarah today.  It's offical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From: Boston Athletic Association [mailto:registration@baa.org]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sent: Wednesday, December 24, 2008 7:06 AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To: Sarah BradySubject: Welcome to the 113th Boston Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're receiving this email because you are an entrant in the 2009 Boston Marathon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-7683271690992345902?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7683271690992345902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=7683271690992345902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7683271690992345902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7683271690992345902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/12/early-christmas.html' title='early Christmas'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-6228543143526958382</id><published>2008-12-15T14:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:20:42.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to the person with the "Pain is Temporary" sign.... THANK YOU!</title><content type='html'>The Dallas &lt;a href="http://www.runtherock.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;White Rock Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was awesome! Running in less than ideal conditions, Sarah posted a new PR of 3:39 and best of all qualified for Boston, the world's oldest annual marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah was so thankful for all the support received during and after the race. Family, friends and co-workers were scattered about the course as the temperatures rose above 70 degrees and the wind gusted to 30+ mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280128018888383602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SUbIdTZt3HI/AAAAAAAAAMk/42DXppQ3Wt4/s320/white+rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Post race, Sarah told me three mental things helped her get through the 26.2 miles and reach her goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, she didn't want to explain why she was unable to qualify for Boston. She kept replaying the conversations in her head. Too windy or too hot were excuses she didn't want to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2. She couldn't let me be right. You see a few weeks ago Sarah asked for my honest opinion on this subject. "Do you think I will make it to Boston?" I emphatically said no. At the time, a complete jerk move. Today, a brilliant move of reverse psychology. Honey, you are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND last but certainly not least. Somewhere around mile 21 there was a sign that made a BIG difference. Having spent miles 14 - 18 running into headwinds on the lake and miles 19-21 running all uphill she was nearly broken. The sign Pain is Temporary got her going again. Once seeing the sign she kept thinking the phrase over and over in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From mile 21 it was literally all down hill for her. Each time I saw her (mile 23 and 25) she had passed several runners in front of her. Her last mile was clocked at 7:15, the fastest mile of her race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, Congrats on reaching your goal, Boston is going to be a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-6228543143526958382?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6228543143526958382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=6228543143526958382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6228543143526958382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6228543143526958382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-person-with-pain-is-temporary-sign.html' title='to the person with the &quot;Pain is Temporary&quot; sign.... THANK YOU!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SUbIdTZt3HI/AAAAAAAAAMk/42DXppQ3Wt4/s72-c/white+rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-7165523618964214057</id><published>2008-12-09T22:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:10:17.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarkio is on The Map!</title><content type='html'>Yes, we've always been on the map but now it's a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google Maps "Street View" made a quick drive through town sometime last summer. While we didn't get full street coverage, I was pleasantly surprised to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=tarkio,+mo&amp;amp;sll=40.1853,-95.319614&amp;amp;sspn=0,359.945068&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=40.459944,-95.387764&amp;amp;spn=0,359.945068&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;g=tarkio,+mo&amp;amp;iwloc=addr&amp;amp;layer=c&amp;amp;cbll=40.440427,-95.387706&amp;amp;panoid=sLVnzC-RaAm7SIktb2MMug&amp;amp;cbp=12,109.27242899202815,,0,14.462041708742289"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tarkio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looking great on today's new Google release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to challenge the locals (or anyone else wanting to play) to tell me when Google visited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tarkio&lt;/span&gt;. I'll even throw in a free lunch anywhere in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tarkio&lt;/span&gt; to the winner. (Will says to shop local, I'm trying to do my part.) Here's the kicker.... I don't know when they visited. You must find proof from the street view photos to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post your guess in my comments and good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-7165523618964214057?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7165523618964214057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=7165523618964214057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7165523618964214057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7165523618964214057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/12/tarkio-is-on-map.html' title='Tarkio is on The Map!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-8939873035184031625</id><published>2008-12-04T15:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:25:04.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. President...  I'll be there in 10 maybe 11 minutes.</title><content type='html'>Word on the street is George and Laura have purchased a Dallas home in &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;saddr=4407+Vandelia,+Dallas,+tx&amp;amp;daddr=10141+Daria+Place,+Dallas,+tx&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=32.880011,-96.811824&amp;amp;sspn=0.004766,0.006866&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=32.863439,-96.80809&amp;amp;spn=0.076276,0.109863&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=13"&gt;Preston Hollow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. W,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this an open invitation to use our pool anytime you'd like. Oh and if you need some help with the move in January just give me a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smiths&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-8939873035184031625?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8939873035184031625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=8939873035184031625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8939873035184031625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8939873035184031625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-president-ill-be-there-in-10-maybe.html' title='Mr. President...  I&apos;ll be there in 10 maybe 11 minutes.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-7415682245200352193</id><published>2008-11-21T08:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:00:57.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>these bailouts are making me crazy...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was against "the" bailout. Any bailout. Bear Stearns, Freddie AND Fannie, AIG, the American Auto Makers. I'm OUT, on the bailout. It makes me mad just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone decided to really get me going and said "You're naive". What do you mean, I'm naive? I'm not the one asking for billions yes that is with a B. A little later I read the below post from &lt;a href="http://www.feld.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Brad Feld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm for accountability and taking responsibility for your actions. I'm starting with me. I'm am naive on the bailout subject, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the read from Brad. If you have time, follow and read his links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feld.com/blog/archives/2008/11/take_responsibi.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take Responsibility For Your Actions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I made a mistake this morning. I allowed myself to get ramped up during my morning information routine. As I read through my online news and feeds, I kept seeing various permutations of discussions around "the bailout." Which bailout you ask? So did I. Before I knew it I was way down a rat hole of reading about all the various requests around "the bailout", tricks for getting "your share of the bailout", absurd requests from very large established companies regarding "the bailout", some surprising and particularly offensive (at least to me) requests from other companies around "the bailout", and lots of justification for action couched in terms like "economic disaster", "crisis", and "collapse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to go very far to see where I started getting ramped up - just read the front page of the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/pages/business/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; business section online this morning. Note to self - you are an idiot - you should have gone running instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the word bailout. None of the companies I invest in are getting a "bailout." When they make bad decisions, don't execute, or run out of capital, they fail - which sucks, but it's part of the economic cycle. I tried calling &lt;a href="http://app.replayrecorder.com/bailout/default.asp?id=qnft"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1-800-BAIL-OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see if I was missing something. They wouldn't help me, but they let me rant about what I think about bailouts (smart entrepreneurs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear the word "bailout" it makes me think of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0452011876?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=feldwebsite-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0452011876" asin="0452011876" bluelink="yes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. There's a good idea - before you are allowed to mention the word "bailout" you have to read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0452011876?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=feldwebsite-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0452011876" asin="0452011876" bluelink="yes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - that'll slow people down a little and make them think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against government involvement and financial support in the broad business ecosystem. That's not what got me ramped up. What got me ramped up is the pervasive and omnipresent requests for a piece of "the bailout" along with endless hyperbole justifying the naked requests for money from the government without clear consequences. This, combined with the endless language of fear and panic from our "leadership", rather than a rational discussion of cause, effect, and proposed solutions makes me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentally, I feel like the ethos of "lack of responsibility" is finding its way into every nook and cranny of the discussion. The connotation of "bailout" is "it's not my fault - please bail me out." By definition, if you are asking for a bailout, you need to take responsibility for your actions and how you got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end, I'll leave you with two things to clean your palate. The first is from my friend Shawn Broderick titled &lt;a href="http://broderick.wordpress.com/2008/11/16/uaw-rip/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;UAW Rip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and cuts to the core of the notion of taking responsibility for your actions, understanding cause and effect, and coming up with solutions based on a real understanding of the underlying facts. The second is from another friend - Karyn German (who is one of the execs at NewsGator) titled &lt;a href="http://karyng.typepad.com/soaking_in_samsara/2008/11/what-i-have-learned-about-leadership.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;What I Have Learned About Leadership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Just reading it made me feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-7415682245200352193?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7415682245200352193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=7415682245200352193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7415682245200352193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7415682245200352193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-bailouts-are-making-me-crazy.html' title='these bailouts are making me crazy...'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-5373448196666145293</id><published>2008-10-27T17:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:34:08.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and in this corner....</title><content type='html'>Checking in at 2 years and 2 days old... a bare knuckle southpaw from deep in the depths of Dallas... Luke's Tale of the Tape:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight&lt;/strong&gt; - 28.8 lbs - 60% percentile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height &lt;/strong&gt;- 3 feet 1/2 inch - 93% percentile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Head&lt;/strong&gt; - 20 1/4 inch - off the chart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he may be one of the bigger boys in his age group, the doctor's written comments show signs he may not be ready for the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderful!! Very verbal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there is the glass jaw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me "Luke, who's boy are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Luke "Mamma's Boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the ring will have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-5373448196666145293?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5373448196666145293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=5373448196666145293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5373448196666145293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5373448196666145293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-in-this-corner.html' title='and in this corner....'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-5223537713844049224</id><published>2008-10-24T15:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:42:50.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth is Good for Competition</title><content type='html'>Growing up, my month to party was June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, sure... the weather, no school, golf and summer league baseball are all great reasons to party in June. However, June was our party month for a different reason, 5 Smiths celebrate birthdays in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom on the 7th, Uncle Darrell 14th, Grandpa Ira Paul 15th, My cousin Tim 21st and yours truly on the 23rd. The nice spacing makes for presents and cake every single week of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent acquisitions (marriage) and expansions (children) have created a new month to party in the Smith family. October now packs 4 birthdays into this the final week of the month. A month that once allowed us to focus all attention on Melanie (25th) now must be shared with 3 new Smiths. Luke and Amanda, Tim's wife, on the 24th then Sarah on the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first of the 4 birthday parties kick off tomorrow with a photo scavenger hunt in LA for Mel followed by a sugerfest for Luke at the Dallas Museum of Science and Nature.  Happy Birthday All!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-5223537713844049224?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5223537713844049224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=5223537713844049224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5223537713844049224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5223537713844049224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/10/growth-is-good-for-competition.html' title='Growth is Good for Competition'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-4515996670186088572</id><published>2008-10-13T12:08:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:56:12.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>drinks "To Go" is about to get better.</title><content type='html'>Since the job change I've been eating more lunches at my desk. In fact, I'm having one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three times a week I run around the corner to a &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=restaurants&amp;amp;sll=33.021924,-96.786718&amp;amp;sspn=0.009517,0.013733&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;ll=33.02214,-96.786718&amp;amp;spn=0.036343,0.054932&amp;amp;z=14"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ton of choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for lunch. Today while filling up my "to go" drink I releazed I'm getting shorted on my beverage amount. Who doesn't enjoy 1 or 2 no charge refills while eating? Of course, everyone does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We "to goers" shouldn't be parched just becasue we aren't on site. Next time I eat "to go" I'm going to request the BIG size drink at regular size price. It seems like a fair request to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-4515996670186088572?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4515996670186088572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=4515996670186088572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4515996670186088572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4515996670186088572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/10/drinks-to-go-gets-better.html' title='drinks &quot;To Go&quot; is about to get better.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-4887869814980367997</id><published>2008-10-08T23:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:41:17.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poo Crew</title><content type='html'>Starting at the bottom and working your way to the top is far from a novel idea but this evening I certainly put Savanna, Beckett and Luke in a great starting position.  How far they go up is yet to be determined, but I promise you this...  they will have a hard time going any lower.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah is out of town thus I needed a good "energy burning" activity to keep the kids occupied for about an hour.  Inside options were limited and the back yard needed a little fall cleaning.  So I posed the question, "who wants to help me pick up Mo's poo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys were immediately on board but Savanna was disgusted at the thought.  I ignored her complaints and put the boys to work with gloves and the "tool" of their choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SO2HFpKgSKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jLjgr7-Nk3Y/s320/photo+(17).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As boredom overtook Savanna she reluctantly joined the crew.  Surprisingly, they did a really  great job and with almost no supervision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask them to pick up poo and they get right to it.  Request them to stand in a row and hold still?  You get 6 results similar to the above photo. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-4887869814980367997?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4887869814980367997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=4887869814980367997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4887869814980367997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4887869814980367997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-poo-crew.html' title='My Poo Crew'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SO2HFpKgSKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jLjgr7-Nk3Y/s72-c/photo+(17).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-5692836355034279230</id><published>2008-09-19T21:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:05:10.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no hill for a climber</title><content type='html'>My recent career change to a small company of 5 local and 65 total employees has certainly provided a fair share of fresh new experiences.  This afternoon's event was one finally worth blogging. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our small but comfortable office, we have a great conference room for conducting our office and onsite customer meetings.  It is very well equipped with most everything one would need to hold a successful meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I learned it serves as more than a office meeting room.  While our company is small it is a big bunch of sports fans.  As a result, our conference room 40" flat panel monitor also doubles as a DirecTV major sports viewing site.  Apparently any time major sports (golf majors, NCAA Tourney, etc.) are on during the work day we turn on the TV and watch while we work from the conference room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon my boss wanted to catch the Ryder Cup matches but a wind storm had knocked service out of commission.  S0..... the story goes like this  "Brett do you know anything about DirecTV?" That was the call to action I needed.  A great chance for job security. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make the story brief, we didn't have a ladder nor tools for the job but were determined to be successful.  We pulled my &lt;a href="http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-ride.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Jeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; onto the office sidewalk parallel to the office and both my boss and I got onto the top of my SUV.  From there he was able to host me onto the roof of the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a moment just before reaching the roof..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;. I thought this is CRAZY.  Two grown men in office clothes, standing on top of my Jeep, parked on the sidewalk where we work.  &lt;/span&gt;Then I pulled myself together knowing everyone would make the same decision I had under similar circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once on the roof it was easy work.  Just adjust the dish until the transponders reach a minimum level of 90 and....  We have Ryder Cup!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a grand way to end the work week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-5692836355034279230?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5692836355034279230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=5692836355034279230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5692836355034279230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5692836355034279230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-hill-for-climber.html' title='no hill for a climber'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-7988683158018191287</id><published>2008-09-13T14:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:13:33.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a  conversation</title><content type='html'>on the way to the soccer game this morning:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Who is the greatest Dad of all time?  (gesturing towards myself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savanna:  NO DAD!  It's Apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Well.... Ok.  Who's number 2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savanna: Ummmm. Does Auntie M and Uncle Dave have any babies yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  You must be joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savanna:  Dad.  You're like 100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hours later at the grocery store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Savanna:  Dad, you're really number 1.  I was only kidding earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Thanks Honey.&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/14487827-7988683158018191287?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7988683158018191287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=7988683158018191287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7988683158018191287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7988683158018191287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/09/conversation.html' title='a  conversation'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-6638286524735629463</id><published>2008-08-28T22:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:54:43.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your Trial Period Has Expired"</title><content type='html'>Yes, Sarah completed our marriage trial period today by changing her name and offically becoming a Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't an easy process, and no I'm not talking about dealing with the Social Security Office or the Driver's Licensce Bureau. We Smiths have upped the entry standards. We don't let just anyone into this select group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one requirement that might surprise you. Before joining our team you must be able to milk a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239779611842172146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SLdvy6Ev1PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EZ1t-8LAS5k/s320/IMG00085.jpg" border="0" /&gt; As you can see Sarah seemed to enjoy the challenge and passed with top scores. Additionaly, she also passed all day cooking with Teresa and Mary Lou, Tarkio Sports Trivia and her personal favorite CB Radio lingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding aside, just a little blog post to share the good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-6638286524735629463?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6638286524735629463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=6638286524735629463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6638286524735629463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6638286524735629463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-trial-period-has-expired.html' title='&quot;Your Trial Period Has Expired&quot;'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SLdvy6Ev1PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EZ1t-8LAS5k/s72-c/IMG00085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-4378377353091643714</id><published>2008-08-25T22:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:06:40.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE!!!</title><content type='html'>This is a quick cautionary note to the KC crowd. I ran into a couple of disorderlies while visiting your city this past weekend. Below are the two quick photos I snapped of them in action with a little back ground of what troubles they may cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muddler - Brian Slaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238664302731677938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SLN5bX3XUPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yHgLSXIy7UY/s320/IMG_2186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAY Back in 1992 this Fairfax Bulldog upset my Tarkio Indians on our senior year Homecoming night. The good news for him is he still fit into the old high school jersey, the bad news is it didn't have much negative impact on my fantasy drafting ability. I'll be looking to avenge that '92 loss in week 9 of this year's season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hustler - Travis Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238667874854235506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SLN8rTDv7XI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BS8fyajxj2U/s320/IMG_2188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis was kind enough to invite me out for a round of golf at his club, &lt;a href="http://test.spudsoftware.com/TestSites/LionsGate/golf.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lion's Gate Golf &amp;amp; Country Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The place was fantastic. However, through 5 holes of golf I was feeling pretty bad for Travis. He was all over the course. His "close" came on hole 6 with this very swing. He pulled the ball well left into the water taking yet another Bogey. Hole 7 Travis says "why don't we play for some money?" and I took the bait. He proceeded to amazingly turn his game around taking money from me most of the way in to 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite these trouble makers I still managed to have a great trip to the Midwest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-4378377353091643714?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4378377353091643714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=4378377353091643714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4378377353091643714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4378377353091643714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/beware.html' title='BEWARE!!!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SLN5bX3XUPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yHgLSXIy7UY/s72-c/IMG_2186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-6938709253902368858</id><published>2008-08-20T15:13:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:25:06.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the tale of two tubes of toothpaste</title><content type='html'>Trying saying that two times fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story begins with a trip to the grocery store. It was about a month ago and I was armed with a list of things for the household. My trips to the store are both good and bad. Good because I stick to the list thus being both efficient and thrifty. Bad because I'm inexperienced with some items and don't always select correctly from the plethora of choices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this particular trip, you guessed it, toothpaste was on the list. For me, toothpaste is toothpaste. Stick with our regular brand, add a little whitening and all is good, right? Not so much. Toothpaste must be Crest with whitening AND with Scope. I wasn't up for a return trip so Sarah made an extra stop on the way home the next day for the improved tube of toothpaste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the good stuff. Within every problem lies a little opportunity, correct? You see, Sarah (in my opinion) is a bit excessive with the use of toothpaste. Those of you having family members with a similar problem know exactly what I'm talking about. Little tiny bits of toothpaste left in the sink after the brush, some extra "foam" on the bath towel after wiping their mouth.... you get the idea. I don't know how we live with it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the last month I've been using my toothpaste while Sarah has been using her tube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236738378484376882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SKyhz083ZTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KI71B8AEpDM/s320/IMG_2184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tube on the left, over 1/3 empty, is Sarah's 2nd Tube! The tube on the right without Scope is mine. As visually impacting as this is, Sarah couldn't have cared less. I urged that a reduction in toothpaste use could save us 2 maybe 3 tubes of toothpaste each year... Dozens of tubes over our lifetime. Some laughter, but still nothing from Sarah. I considered going with "kids in Africa would love to have your extra toothpaste" but decided against it. I chalked my efforts up with a loss and blogged on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett Smith, trying to change the world 1 tube of toothpaste at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-6938709253902368858?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6938709253902368858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=6938709253902368858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6938709253902368858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6938709253902368858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/tale-of-two-tubes-of-toothpaste.html' title='the tale of two tubes of toothpaste'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SKyhz083ZTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KI71B8AEpDM/s72-c/IMG_2184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-8396420726974597182</id><published>2008-08-14T18:30:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:24:30.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep, swim, eat.... repeat</title><content type='html'>Wow. I've really been feeling the pressure lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions are tuning in daily to watch Michael Phelps with his "ooohh so boring" life of sleeping, swimming and eating. Sure throw in a hand full of gold medals, few world records and it does get a little interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dilemma? I'm getting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;somewhat &lt;/span&gt;similar traffic on this site but can't find anything blog worthy about my sleeping, working and eating. Yesterday, out of ideas, I attempted Phelp's 10K calorie diet with hopes amazing results. Kickin' it off, three egg sandwiches, four sausage links, a stack of pancakes and a o-so-big glass of OJ to wash it down. What exciting things might lie ahead of me?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confidence was high... Full of fuel to power me through the day. Not 30 minutes later, I felt &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;STUFFED &lt;/span&gt;and lacked the energy to accomplish much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympic swimmer, no. Beached whale, yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-8396420726974597182?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8396420726974597182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=8396420726974597182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8396420726974597182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8396420726974597182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleep-swim-eat-repeat.html' title='sleep, swim, eat.... repeat'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-4375434237069378264</id><published>2008-07-26T19:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:08:29.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sit right down, take a seat....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tell me what you want to eat.  Have a haircut and a shave please don't kill us........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's "&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b-rett/2704488784/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lunch Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" photo was all the justification Sarah and I needed to get Luke a long overdue haircut.  We talked about it.  Agreed it needed to be done.  Then took no action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following dinner, having only a short list of entertainment options, Sarah and I made the decision to cut Luke's hair ourselves.  First issue?  The only comb we could find was meant to be used on Savanna's barbie dolls.  Second issue?  The kitchen scissors were to big and the office ones weren't sharp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entertainment value associated with the task didn't last long.  Sarah and I both struggled to have any success.  In time, I began to slowly make progress.  I won't say I ever became really confident with what I was doing, but end the end I am pretty pleased with the results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SIvJYGYzSrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/t_G21PRIhNM/s320/IMG_2163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to give it a second try on Beckett in a few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-4375434237069378264?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4375434237069378264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=4375434237069378264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4375434237069378264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4375434237069378264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/07/sit-right-down-take-seat.html' title='sit right down, take a seat....'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SIvJYGYzSrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/t_G21PRIhNM/s72-c/IMG_2163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-2430926253142763938</id><published>2008-07-25T13:44:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:14:43.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back it up.... a little more....</title><content type='html'>that's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227028342655280866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SIoilWrd5uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZdM-WKtzTmk/s320/IMG00075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was returning movies this morning at Blockbuster; across the street the owner of this Corvette took curb side parking to a new level. He was traveling south (opposite the direction his car is now facing) jumped the median, took out a tree, hit a retaining wall, spun around and "parked" on the &lt;a href="http://www.lamadeleine.com/"&gt;La Madeline&lt;/a&gt; patio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The driving display drew quite a post show audience. Fortunately, no one was injured (you can see the driver smiling just past the guy in the hat) and the restaurant stayed open for a busy Friday lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-2430926253142763938?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2430926253142763938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=2430926253142763938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/2430926253142763938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/2430926253142763938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-it-up-little-more.html' title='back it up.... a little more....'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SIoilWrd5uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZdM-WKtzTmk/s72-c/IMG00075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-8312611266897945578</id><published>2008-07-22T08:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:44:00.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter Kids</title><content type='html'>Just a few days into my Twitter experience and I have a new market idea for them..... KIDS. Rather than a social networking service, this one is a parenting service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't parents love to have their kids answer the question "What are you doing?" I know I would. Text/Email messages throughout the day, with updates from Savanna, Beckett and Luke. How great would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how can we get them texting at 12 months?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-8312611266897945578?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8312611266897945578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=8312611266897945578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8312611266897945578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8312611266897945578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/07/twitter-kids.html' title='Twitter Kids'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-380636515911556607</id><published>2008-07-20T21:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:48:26.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blog about blogging</title><content type='html'>I spent good part of Saturday night and Sunday afternoon sharpening my internet skills.  The result was a full Blog overhaul.  I never got comfortable with my last Blog format so it was ditched and replaced with a simple set up from &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/start"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  The burnt orange color is a complete accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the format, the biggest changes you'll find are on the side bar.  A quick summary of the newest widgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; - answers the question "What are you doing?"  expect my answers here.  (I'm &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sad to say &lt;a href="http://substances.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; beat me to this new social network.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My Blog List&lt;/span&gt; - a similar list as before with status updates on the blogger's most recent post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Recent Readers Map&lt;/span&gt; - this is a new widget from &lt;a href="http://www.lijit.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;Lijit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; showing WHERE my readers  are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LinkedIn&lt;/span&gt; - the net's best networking tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LastFM&lt;/span&gt; - my recent music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;MyBlogLog&lt;/span&gt; - not where but WHO is visiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoy the new setup. &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/14487827-380636515911556607?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/380636515911556607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=380636515911556607&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/380636515911556607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/380636515911556607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-about-blogging.html' title='blog about blogging'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-1203386465081051825</id><published>2008-07-07T20:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:42:21.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Connected</title><content type='html'>You know him as John, I call him... well I haven't actually called him. Last week, Republican Presidential Nominee, John McCain accepted the invitation to join my professional Linkedin networking group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations! You and John are now connected.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View &lt;a title="http://www.linkedin.com/e/XCP3zCri2kQw-m-3oL0AbV4ApU/fpf/22495529/" href="http://www.linkedin.com/e/XCP3zCri2kQw-m-3oL0AbV4ApU/fpf/22495529/" target="_blank"&gt;John's profile&lt;/a&gt; to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Download John's current contact information &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a recommendation for John &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find opportunities through John's network &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See who you know in common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm not holding my breath for a personal recommendation but, if you see him with a new Sprint phone on the campaign trail you know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-1203386465081051825?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1203386465081051825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=1203386465081051825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/1203386465081051825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/1203386465081051825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-connected.html' title='Get Connected'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-7480079412399558457</id><published>2008-07-02T20:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:48:41.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crossing the line</title><content type='html'>For all but 1 of the last 9 years I have managed to keep the Chevron gas station on the corner of Mockingbird and 183 between my home and office. A pretty amazing feat considering I've lived in 3 homes, 2 apartments and had 3 different work locations during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to it's convenience, the Chevron combination McDonald's has become my favorite stop for breakfast. Over the years, I've averaged, roughly, about two stops per week at the site. Each and every time without exception... 1 breakfast burrito from McDonald's and 1 20 ounce Mountain Dew from the station... always to go. Yes, it's the breakfast of champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does any of this matter you ask? Way back in 1999, the burrito $1.09, the Dew $1.19 both after tax. A pretty good deal. Walk in with 3 bucks walk out with breakfast and a decent amount of change for the car's ashtray. To the best of my memory those prices held fast for several years. Then, this morning the unthinkable happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in with $3. First stop today was at the Chevron counter. Mountain Dew $1.40. I thought to myself, "Wow, I wonder when $3 won't buy me breakfast anymore?" I strolled over to the Mickey D's counter taking a nice long swig of my cold Dew. "One burrito please....." "That's $1.61" they replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having spent all of my $3, I "borrowed" THE extra penny from a guy in line next me, took my burrito, walked out to my car and while still in my parking space reluctantly ate what very well may be my last breakfast on the go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-7480079412399558457?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7480079412399558457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=7480079412399558457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7480079412399558457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7480079412399558457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/07/crossing-line.html' title='crossing the line'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-1082877057885711738</id><published>2008-06-22T17:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:21:32.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeeiiiiii!</title><content type='html'>Last night Sarah and I had our first attempt at playing the new &lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com/wiifit/launch/?ref=http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=wii+fit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wii Fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First a quick side note. I found it funny that hundreds of stores in Dallas - Fort Worth carried the Wii Fit but not one (that I could find) had any in stock. Yet good old Tarkio, MO had four, Yes 4!, of them on the shelf at the local &lt;a href="http://www.pamida.com/pharmacy/detail_full.asp?ID=191"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pamida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. David beats Goliath yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the point of this little blog post. The wii fit is quite good. Take your top of the line bathroom scale, make it wifi compatible, add some really amazing games and you've got a wii fit. I found that my &lt;a href="http://www.bariatricedge.com/dtcf/pages/10_Calculator.htm?WT.srch=1&amp;amp;s_kwcid=bmi880692444"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (body mass index) is normal, but surprise surprise I am "a little weak" for my age. It (the wii) put me on a three week training program to tighten me up a bit. Don't count on drastic changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214844280851457842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SF7ZPncg5zI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DgY8LcChiUQ/s320/IMG00045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The real fun was the balancing games. Here's Sarah attempting a ski jump. Nearly perfect form, huh? They also had tight rope walking, "heading" a soccer ball, slalom skiing and a few others I don't recall off hand. Even Luke played the soccer game and had a great time. Go get a Wii Fit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-1082877057885711738?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1082877057885711738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=1082877057885711738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/1082877057885711738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/1082877057885711738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/06/weeeeiiiiii.html' title='weeeeiiiiii!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SF7ZPncg5zI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DgY8LcChiUQ/s72-c/IMG00045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-6638166170903691678</id><published>2008-06-05T21:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:34:02.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the silver lining</title><content type='html'>After "too" full days as a juror in the 162nd Dallas Court I had a decent idea of some good cheap fun for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea didn't arise from any evidence presented during the civil case but rather from staring mindlessly, during breaks, out the 7th floor window toward the plaza below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspected the plaza might be a good open space for the kids to cut loose. Tonight, just one day later, I put the idea to test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208590510116632866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SEiheP_4-SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cDdpTGqR1Ic/s320/IMG00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The JFK Memorial was a huge hit. The fountain park across the street was an even bigger success. In addition, the kids were little angels while dining at the downtown &lt;a href="http://www.sonnybryans.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sonny Bryan's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew jury duty could result in so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-6638166170903691678?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6638166170903691678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=6638166170903691678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6638166170903691678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6638166170903691678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/06/silver-lining_05.html' title='the silver lining'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SEiheP_4-SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cDdpTGqR1Ic/s72-c/IMG00034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-4323740952278275261</id><published>2008-05-26T13:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:58:34.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jungle update</title><content type='html'>We opened the front door this morning and in darted this lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204748560672904354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SDr7PXAiVKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/f1SrZvVsRrQ/s320/IMG_2127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It changed from black to brown to green before we finally caught it and had it hold still for a photo. Savanna wanted to keep it for a pet but we insisted it would be better off in the "wild".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-4323740952278275261?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4323740952278275261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=4323740952278275261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4323740952278275261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4323740952278275261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/05/jungle-update.html' title='jungle update'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SDr7PXAiVKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/f1SrZvVsRrQ/s72-c/IMG_2127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-5796153678958876571</id><published>2008-05-24T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:40:38.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the jungle</title><content type='html'>Living right smack dab in the middle of of Dallas you wouldn't expect to see much wildlife traffic in the area. Sure dogs and cats are in abundance... no surprise there. However, who would of thought we would see the following in our own yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last June a &lt;a href="http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/06/legendary.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;little blue heron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; walked through our front yard. Turns out the heron liked what he saw and set up "shop" just a block over on Hall. He must be one friendly bird as this year there are 3 heron families on Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the herons will enjoy last week's visitor to the yard. Two &lt;a href="http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/05/ducks-on-pond.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mallards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stopped by the pool for a quick swim and some time in the sun. Time will tell if they stick around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure last week's problem falls into the wildlife category but snails were showing up by the hundreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204019928061072514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SDhkjXAiVII/AAAAAAAAAFw/v-B_tQdazfY/s320/IMG_2101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the kids love them, the snails haven't been any help for the flowers. I don't expect them to last much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least is &lt;a href="http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-too-big-for-his-britches.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Elmo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; worst nightmare. A small family of opossums make a showing in our backyard once or twice each week. Mo goes absolutely crazy a few minutes before they actually show up for Sarah and I to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204022453501842578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SDhm2XAiVJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/K6j0KwgafyY/s320/IMG_2103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I grab the camera they are either gone or hiding in a tree. You can just barely see the one above through the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbor's yellow cat got a hair cut yesterday and I tried to tell the kids a baby lion was loose next door but they weren't buying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-5796153678958876571?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5796153678958876571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=5796153678958876571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5796153678958876571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5796153678958876571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-jungle.html' title='welcome to the jungle'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SDhkjXAiVII/AAAAAAAAAFw/v-B_tQdazfY/s72-c/IMG_2101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-4652761076526253921</id><published>2008-05-20T04:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T05:05:42.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do...?</title><content type='html'>Have any of you rolled up to an unlocked ATM? Assuming it happened, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you just push the lock back in and go about your business? I doubt it. You gotta at least look inside, don't you? I mean how many times do you get the chance to see the inside of a working ATM without any supervision? How much cash is in one of those things? Ten Thousand? Maybe Twenty? So many questions. Let's take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202392901482532482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SDKcx8rhToI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iRmJk6W6RP8/s320/IMG00096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, that's right. I pulled up to an &lt;strong&gt;UNLOCKED&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bankofamerica.via.infonow.net/locator/atmbranch/RouteAction.do?id=10683&amp;amp;featureNumber=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bank of America ATM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the corner of Beltline and the Tollway yesterday afternoon. Why do these things happen to me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I pulled forward out of the drive up lane, got out of my Jeep and opened it up. Inside I found a big roll of paper for receipts, a box full of deposit envelops, a clipboard with service log sheet and pen, a full on working computer (hard drive, keyboard, monitor) and absolutely no cash. It was all locked in the bottom part of the machine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of the experience was the look I received from the person who used the other ATM while I had mine open. He kept trying to see what I was doing without letting me see that he was looking at me. I just kept smiling at him like I'd just won the lottery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-4652761076526253921?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4652761076526253921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=4652761076526253921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4652761076526253921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4652761076526253921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-to-do.html' title='what to do...?'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SDKcx8rhToI/AAAAAAAAAFo/iRmJk6W6RP8/s72-c/IMG00096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-7971402877307136278</id><published>2008-05-16T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:42:24.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Best Willis Reed</title><content type='html'>I can see it now... fast forward 15 years. The Greatest Moments in Grapevine Softball history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it's a stretch. Let's do a quick comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willis: Game 7 NBA Finals&lt;br /&gt;Smith: Game 1 Regular Season C League&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantage - &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/history/players/reed_summary.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Willis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willis: League MVP, World Wide of Sports Athlete of the Year&lt;br /&gt;Smith: First Start as team Pitcher, Lead off batter with no power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantage - Willis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willis: started game in front of thrilled audience - voted greatest moment in Madison Square Garden History&lt;br /&gt;Smith: fewer than 15 spectators - overheard "what happened to him?" from spectator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantage - Willis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willis: Champagne Shower celebrating Knicks 1st NBA title&lt;br /&gt;Smith: Beer in parking lot celebrating 5th inning run rule and 1-0 start to season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advantage - Tie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a tie might be the best I do. Last night, after giving up 2 runs in the top of the first, I "turned" my ankle in an attempt to leg out an infield single. I, rather awkwardly, fell into the dirt just past first but was called safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201105661129215602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SC4KCsrhTnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jm0jAWy2RAg/s320/IMG_2095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it hurt really bad, I just couldn't take myself out of the game. I just kept moving around and made it through the end of the game... Going 4 for 4 while holding the opponents scoreless for the last 5 innings. Today, I am paying for it. I called "Dr." Levings and was told to rub some dirt on it, keep it elevated and ice often. Wish me luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-7971402877307136278?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7971402877307136278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=7971402877307136278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7971402877307136278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7971402877307136278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-very-best-willis-reed.html' title='My Very Best Willis Reed'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SC4KCsrhTnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jm0jAWy2RAg/s72-c/IMG_2095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-3203121207681186197</id><published>2008-05-06T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:22:29.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3.....</title><content type='html'>Today marks the 54th anniversary of one of my favorite sporting events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once thought to be impossible. It was a nice round number. 1.4 seconds faster than the world record for a full 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The historic event took place during a meet between British AAA and Oxford University at Iffley Road Track in Oxford. It was watched by about 3,000 spectators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the story is the way the stadium announcer teased the crowd after the race. He famously made the below statement, drawing out the announcement of Roger Bannister's first sub &lt;strong&gt;4 Minute Mile&lt;/strong&gt; for as long as possible .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and gentlemen, here is the result of event 9, the one-mile: 1st, No. 41, R.G. Bannister, Amateur Athletic Association and formerly of Exeter and Merton Colleges, Oxford, with a time which is a new meeting and track record, and which - subject to ratification - will be a new English Native, British National, All-Comers, European, British Empire, and World Record. The time was 3..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roar of the crowd drowned out the rest of the announcement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-3203121207681186197?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/3203121207681186197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=3203121207681186197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/3203121207681186197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/3203121207681186197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/05/3.html' title='3.....'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-6290070232501076287</id><published>2008-05-05T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:25:41.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ducks on the pond</title><content type='html'>It appears pool season has started early this year. I'm far from ready to go for my first swim of the season, but a few visitors to the neighborhood didn't see to mind the cold water at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197051636812934002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SB-i7bOY63I/AAAAAAAAAFY/0iPAjDNWm5U/s320/IMG_2083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quack! Quack!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-6290070232501076287?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6290070232501076287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=6290070232501076287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6290070232501076287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6290070232501076287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/05/ducks-on-pond.html' title='ducks on the pond'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SB-i7bOY63I/AAAAAAAAAFY/0iPAjDNWm5U/s72-c/IMG_2083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-6062061839373718201</id><published>2008-05-03T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:05:22.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Derby Days</title><content type='html'>It isn't the Kentucky, wouldn't even be considered at &lt;a href="http://www.lonestarpark.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lone Star Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It is however, as good as it gets in our back"yard".  They went round and round for a good 20 minutes.  When I attempted to stage a race as you'll see from the below results, it was less than successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b59e273d00c2427c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db59e273d00c2427c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331653080%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47F92CF56DE829440BFB354F8AB9342A83D06E9E.73A4C0FA810592D8A64593823FBA2A1F06E434E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db59e273d00c2427c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFVkwu1YWn0gXlsRHuZkGCcCvyPk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db59e273d00c2427c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331653080%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47F92CF56DE829440BFB354F8AB9342A83D06E9E.73A4C0FA810592D8A64593823FBA2A1F06E434E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db59e273d00c2427c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFVkwu1YWn0gXlsRHuZkGCcCvyPk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two real professionals....  allowing a passing plane to completely halt the race.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-6062061839373718201?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b59e273d00c2427c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6062061839373718201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=6062061839373718201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6062061839373718201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6062061839373718201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/05/derby-days.html' title='Derby Days'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-4665017082586228920</id><published>2008-05-02T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:27:57.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My good friend Tom Hicks</title><content type='html'>Great time at the Ballpark yesterday... In a pitchers' duel, the Rangers took their 2nd win of the 3 game series with the Royals. The 2 -1 victory was the Rangers shortest game of the year ending in just 2 hours and 10 minutes. Thus leaving me at 3:30 in the afternoon with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195808368334793570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SBs4LrOY62I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W-U8pYiFhNg/s320/IMG00065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great seats were courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.hickssportsmarketing.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hicks Sports Marketing Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-4665017082586228920?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4665017082586228920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=4665017082586228920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4665017082586228920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4665017082586228920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-good-friend-tom-hicks.html' title='My good friend Tom Hicks'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SBs4LrOY62I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W-U8pYiFhNg/s72-c/IMG00065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-6158886082060276041</id><published>2008-04-28T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:17:02.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Treatment</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, when I arrived home, I found the mail in its usual place on the dining room table. There stacked nicely on top of letters, the Pottery Barn and West Elm magazines was an average sized white padded envelope. My curiosity instantly rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the stack on my way to set down my things and noticed it had my name on the envelope. &lt;em&gt;What could this be thought&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;I don't remember ordering anything.&lt;/em&gt; Upon closer inspection, I found the package to be from the legendary &lt;a href="http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/search?q=eric"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Levings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Ah, Yes. Eric had called me last week to let me know he had something he was sending my way. I ripped open the envelope to find.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194418551277546322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SBZIJrOY61I/AAAAAAAAAFI/895uqNWtMPM/s320/IMG00061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a perfect gift! The &lt;a href="http://kansascity.royals.mlb.com/index.jsp?c_id=kc"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Royals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; play the Rangers this week at the &lt;a href="http://texas.rangers.mlb.com/tex/ballpark/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ballpark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Arlington. I'll be attending the final game on Thursday afternoon. Thanks Eric, with the Sprint logo on the sleeve I hope to get away with wearing it to work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-6158886082060276041?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6158886082060276041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=6158886082060276041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6158886082060276041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6158886082060276041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/04/royal-treatment.html' title='Royal Treatment'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SBZIJrOY61I/AAAAAAAAAFI/895uqNWtMPM/s72-c/IMG00061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-8384858564525880807</id><published>2008-04-26T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:12:16.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf - Byron Nelson Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Who says you can't hold a golf tournament without Tiger Woods? With great weather and a new course design, Dallas' annual golf tourney was better than ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193602065109674818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SBNhj7OY60I/AAAAAAAAAFA/9yibukVRPaQ/s320/IMG00049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Odds are half the people in this photo won't see a single golf shot all weekend.  It's one of the 3 best weekends to live in Dallas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-8384858564525880807?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8384858564525880807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=8384858564525880807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8384858564525880807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8384858564525880807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/04/golf-byron-nelson-style.html' title='Golf - Byron Nelson Style'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SBNhj7OY60I/AAAAAAAAAFA/9yibukVRPaQ/s72-c/IMG00049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-5291623727407447749</id><published>2008-04-18T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:00:30.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Time</title><content type='html'>Big news from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tarkio&lt;/span&gt; Awards' Banquet held this past Monday. My Mom was named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Citizen&lt;/span&gt; of the Year! She was recognized for her many years of volunteer service to, and support of, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tarkio&lt;/span&gt;. She is currently active in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tarkio&lt;/span&gt; Renewal and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tarkio&lt;/span&gt; Development Company as well as outreach work through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tarkio&lt;/span&gt; Presbyterian Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190723635909196818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SAknpS2XfBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/D1Mb71A4XRU/s320/citzen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked with my Dad and was told in spite of the award he is still the household boss. I'd say it's debatable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-5291623727407447749?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5291623727407447749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=5291623727407447749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5291623727407447749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5291623727407447749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-time.html' title='Big Time'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SAknpS2XfBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/D1Mb71A4XRU/s72-c/citzen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-2726730736611879499</id><published>2008-04-17T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:17:51.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Lucky</title><content type='html'>Yesterday a milestone was achieved. After 6 long years and 10 attempts at managing a fantasy team, I FINALLY finished with a 1st place victory. Yes, I won my Fantasy NBA "Ohs" League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190444914006522850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SAgqJi2Xe-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/lKk-_07dpKE/s320/untitled3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I would like to say I had the best team, it was lots of luck that left me at the top this season. It seems to me luck plays as much of a factor as any when lacing up the fantasy shoes. Granted good managers get their teams in position to win year after year, but most times it is luck that determines the winner. A few examples from this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 Keepers (best players) Amare Stoudemire, Baron Davis and Rashard Lewis spent very little time injured. A few of my toughest competitors limped into the playoffs with their best men on the IL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Salmons. Never heard of him? It's no surprise, John was my last pick in the draft at #146. Then Ron Artest and other Kings went down to injury leaving my man John with loads of playing time. What Luck! He finished the 86th best player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last example happened to our league's best player, the atm machines. He's so money. On the last day of his semi-final game Mo Williams, averaging 6.4 assists, sat out with stomach pains. ATM finished the game in an "assists" dead tie 162 - 162. Then lost on the tie breaker, "most points". Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without ATM's misfortunes I surely would have been left chasing my first title again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end with an old telecom saying.... "I'd rather be lucky than good any day of the week."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-2726730736611879499?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2726730736611879499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=2726730736611879499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/2726730736611879499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/2726730736611879499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/04/simply-lucky.html' title='Simply Lucky'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SAgqJi2Xe-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/lKk-_07dpKE/s72-c/untitled3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-9031213952920980543</id><published>2008-04-14T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:57:52.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a gamble</title><content type='html'>It started with a "let's all get together". Lots of planning (not by me) and a few flights later resulted in 2 Great Grandmothers, 4 Grand Parents, 1 Great Aunt, 5 Aunts/Uncles, 5 Parents and 6 Kids under the age of 7 all at &lt;a href="http://www.harrahs.com/casinos/harrahs-north-kansas-city/hotel-casino/property-home.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harrah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Kansas City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189284289289091954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SAQKkS2Xe3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/nhhdgdMTSz0/s320/guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't your typical weekend trip to a casino, but it was one great family reunion.  Lots more photos on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b-rett/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-9031213952920980543?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/9031213952920980543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=9031213952920980543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/9031213952920980543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/9031213952920980543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-gamble.html' title='it&apos;s a gamble'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/SAQKkS2Xe3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/nhhdgdMTSz0/s72-c/guys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-6448928402213170969</id><published>2008-04-02T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:56:17.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the new ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After 3 days of researching, shopping and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;negotiating&lt;/span&gt;, I finally settled on a new automobile.  The Jeep Patriot.  It's no &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b-rett/2350484535/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BMW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or Audi A3 but will get the job done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184796873256237330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R_QZSTb-eRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mUywv9-PVWA/s320/IMG00035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part certainly was being on the opposite end of the sell.  Over the 3 day process I heard several little attempts at closing the deal.  With Sarah's help all were were shot down.  Oh, and it being the last day of the month didn't hurt either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-6448928402213170969?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6448928402213170969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=6448928402213170969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6448928402213170969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6448928402213170969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-ride.html' title='the new ride'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R_QZSTb-eRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mUywv9-PVWA/s72-c/IMG00035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-936368384545910033</id><published>2008-03-21T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:21:10.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a wreck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R-ReoDb-eQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gTtWljJo7Ok/s1600-h/IMG00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180369513593338114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R-ReoDb-eQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gTtWljJo7Ok/s320/IMG00019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R-RdTjb-ePI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Dv_q8-8-BxU/s1600-h/IMG00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R-RMEDb-eOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vtLnNtrIh5A/s1600-h/IMG00019-716159.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I came away with 6 stitches but the car wasn't so lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-936368384545910033?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/936368384545910033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=936368384545910033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/936368384545910033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/936368384545910033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-wreck.html' title='I&apos;m a wreck.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R-ReoDb-eQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gTtWljJo7Ok/s72-c/IMG00019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-3786532565547653553</id><published>2008-02-22T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:23:47.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't go anywhere...</title><content type='html'>You'd think one would be safe sneaking off to spend a week with family. But when you have celebrity good looks, the paparazzi always seems to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170025431281964386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R7-evN9MFWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EnasOvx00R0/s320/avalanche.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo landed Luke on the cover of &lt;a href="http://www.avalanche-forum.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Avalanche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. One can only guess how much the photographer was paid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-3786532565547653553?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/3786532565547653553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=3786532565547653553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/3786532565547653553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/3786532565547653553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-cant-go-anywhere.html' title='you can&apos;t go anywhere...'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R7-evN9MFWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EnasOvx00R0/s72-c/avalanche.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-6796150466721061694</id><published>2008-02-18T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:42:51.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another fan of Tarkio</title><content type='html'>While Sarah and I were enjoying the sunny beaches of the Caribbean, Luke traveled north to the very popular destination of Tarkio, Mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168468003125990738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R7oWQ99MFVI/AAAAAAAAADs/knJV5hjF420/s320/tarkio1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one would expect, Luke loved T-town and had a great week with Grandma and Apa. I posted several of the photos from his trip on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/b-rett/?saved=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-6796150466721061694?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6796150466721061694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=6796150466721061694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6796150466721061694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6796150466721061694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/02/yet-another-fan-of-tarkio.html' title='Yet another fan of Tarkio'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R7oWQ99MFVI/AAAAAAAAADs/knJV5hjF420/s72-c/tarkio1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-1933902797482974168</id><published>2008-02-15T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:41:46.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Sider!!!</title><content type='html'>WAAYYY Back in 1995 four good friends, "Buddy", two monkeys, an occasional "Gizmo" and I lived in a great little place at 444 Spring Ave. Good ol' 444 certainly had more memories than the structure could physically hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such memory was the 5 of us, and usually a few others, visiting a favorite spot, Legends, for a few rounds of darts on their two side by side electronic machines. During these trips you were &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R7YPGN9MFUI/AAAAAAAAADk/eDepEC_to_w/s1600-h/180px-Drive-on-the-left-kent-1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167334221954159938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R7YPGN9MFUI/AAAAAAAAADk/eDepEC_to_w/s320/180px-Drive-on-the-left-kent-1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;either a winner, playing on the right machine and thus a "Right Sider" or a loser on the left machine, "Left Sider." I'm sure my memory is a bit fuzzy but I don't recall spending much time as a Left Sider. Trust me, Right Siders was a great group to be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, with much resistance I rented a car and joined all Cayman drivers as Left Siders. What a sorry bunch! Before pulling onto the road ALWAYS LOOK RIGHT! Left on Red? Are you crazy!?! We survived and wasted the $13 of full insurance coverage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-1933902797482974168?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1933902797482974168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=1933902797482974168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/1933902797482974168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/1933902797482974168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/02/left-sider.html' title='Left Sider!!!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R7YPGN9MFUI/AAAAAAAAADk/eDepEC_to_w/s72-c/180px-Drive-on-the-left-kent-1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-3315051187830908507</id><published>2008-02-12T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:46:10.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>making friends with the locals</title><content type='html'>Sarah and I are just about to finish off our first full day in the Cayman Islands.  Today, two things didn't go as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Although it's much warmer than most of the country, Texas is no place to work on your tan in December and January.  Our SPF 4 "sun screen" lost the battle with the sun.  Tonight, we are walking lobsters with limited options tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Looking to pick up a few necessities, I made a short walk down the street to the neighborhood store.  Being the only customer at the time I thought I would make nice with the local resident behind the counter.  She was quite engaging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local:  "Where are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;me:  "Texas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little small talk then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local:  "Who are you voting for?"&lt;br /&gt;me:  "McCain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something told me before I even answered that I was stepping on a bomb.  now she's not so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local:  "He wants to get rid of all the immigrants"&lt;br /&gt;me:  "kind of?"&lt;br /&gt;local:  "not good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be keeping my political opinions to my self for the remainder of the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-3315051187830908507?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/3315051187830908507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=3315051187830908507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/3315051187830908507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/3315051187830908507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/02/making-friends-with-locals.html' title='making friends with the locals'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-860409408207046170</id><published>2008-02-07T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:13:02.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Shining Moment</title><content type='html'>Let's start with the end of the story.  You will love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, at the end of the day, Sarah stated "I don't remember ever being so proud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a work meeting for most of the day.  As things were finishing up at the office, I received a text from Sarah.  It read, "Where is the fuse box?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, but having a good idea what was up, I texted her back "Outside by the whirlpool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later another text "I FIXED THE HEATER!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the heater at the house has been on the fritz.  As learned when attempting to fix the dishwasher, BFS, our home warranty company, can not be depended upon.  Sarah decided to take matters into her own hands, solving our heating problems for good by throwing the breaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home today, Sarah asked me "How many people did you tell?"  My answer of "No one." thoroughly disappointed her.  So here it is for all the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah fixes heaters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-860409408207046170?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/860409408207046170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=860409408207046170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/860409408207046170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/860409408207046170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-shining-moment.html' title='One Shining Moment'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-8585245545329273489</id><published>2008-01-29T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:36:16.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Q School - World Golf Tour</title><content type='html'>Several years back I reluctantly accepted the fact that a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PGA&lt;/span&gt; Tour career was not in my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, about a week ago I was told the dream could still be alive. The news came in the form of an email with a simple little link to the &lt;a href="http://www.worldgolftour.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;World Golf Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I have since passed along the link to numerous others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In it's current format, you play a 9 hole closest to the pin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;. You are then ranked against all other competitors in the world. Also, awards are given out for Holes in One, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Consecutive&lt;/span&gt; Shots inside 20 Feet and Top 100 rankings. A full 18 hole course is rolling out in the near future and you'll be able to play foursomes online with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't cracked the top 500 players in the world, but am doing my best to hold my own here in the Southwest Region. My caddie spot is still open.... any takers?  Levings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-8585245545329273489?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8585245545329273489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=8585245545329273489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8585245545329273489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8585245545329273489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/01/q-school-world-golf-tour.html' title='Q School - World Golf Tour'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-7227151856165404489</id><published>2008-01-26T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:16:39.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dodged the ball, but not the low blow</title><content type='html'>It happened when I least expected it. I was dominating Savanna in a game of Dodge Ball. She seemed to be enjoying defeat. Laughing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt; each time she was struck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out she was just waiting to take me out with one big blow to my ego. As I wound up for the last point, Savanna yells to me "BRING IT ON OLD MAN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game, Set, Match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savanna - 1&lt;br /&gt;Old Man - Humiliated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-7227151856165404489?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7227151856165404489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=7227151856165404489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7227151856165404489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7227151856165404489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/01/dodge-ball-but-not-low-blows.html' title='dodged the ball, but not the low blow'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-6272900380071702845</id><published>2008-01-21T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:55:20.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BFS vs. BPS</title><content type='html'>The last few days I've been on a roll, both on the blog and around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago to the date, our dishwasher began to have water standing at the completion of the wash cycle.  We phoned our home warranty service, &lt;a href="http://www.browardfactory.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Broward Factory Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; better known as BFS, to have the issue repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later a "technician" arrived on site only to tell us we needed a new part.  A few more days later he returned to install the part and deem the dishwasher fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening water still stood at the bottom of the machine so we called again and was told their "Best Man" would be out tomorrow (which is today) to fix our dishwasher.  He did come by, did something and again deemed the dishwasher fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it.  Still water standing.  You see when water is left after the cycle, the next cycle doesn't really get clean.  Which means you have to re-wash the dishes by hand.  As I've been told a time or two....  "if you want something done right, do it yourself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pulled the dishwasher out from under the counter.  Took off the two drain covers from within the machine.  There appeared to be no blockage.  So I next pulled (I use that term loosely) off the back and the water began to drain into the "bucket" I provided.  I next blew into the hose and "felt" something dislodge from the hose.  I was feeling pretty good.  Everything was put back together and pushed back under the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just finished our first cycle in two weeks with ZERO water standing at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo Hoo.  BFS' "Best" - 0 BPS - 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might want to second guess that home warranty coverage from BFS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-6272900380071702845?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6272900380071702845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=6272900380071702845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6272900380071702845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6272900380071702845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/01/bfs-vs-bps.html' title='BFS vs. BPS'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-8483033676975836176</id><published>2008-01-20T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:46:31.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boggie Woggie, Woggie!</title><content type='html'>You can't do without it, It's Electric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Sarah and I received a new light for the dining room. There was some concern by my better half, that I wouldn't be able to install this Christmas gift on my own. Given my family history with electricity, I completely understood her concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had successfully hung a few ceiling fans in the past and thus didn't expect any issues today. Still I had something to prove. I carefully read the limited instructions. Turned off power to the room. Made SURE &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;, White and &lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt; MATCHED &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; White and &lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt;. Utilized an electric tester I had purchased in the past. You get the idea, crossed each "t" and dotted each "i".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprise, surprise, the install was completed without much trouble at all. No blown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;light bulbs&lt;/span&gt;, microwave, furnace or washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157753686864955522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R5QFpriMCII/AAAAAAAAADM/Pe47KF8fjlI/s320/IMG_1941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next time there's electric trouble in T-town, give me a call. I'll be glad to offer some help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-8483033676975836176?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8483033676975836176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=8483033676975836176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8483033676975836176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8483033676975836176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/01/boggie-woggie-woggie.html' title='Boggie Woggie, Woggie!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R5QFpriMCII/AAAAAAAAADM/Pe47KF8fjlI/s72-c/IMG_1941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-8447985532960991377</id><published>2008-01-18T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:56:53.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time - Mobile Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ug1jTDUIte0/R5FVGlNaKjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/w_DQWG1z0eg/s1600-h/img011-741880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156996619871857202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ug1jTDUIte0/R5FVGlNaKjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/w_DQWG1z0eg/s320/img011-741880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luke loves the bath!  Sent using Mobile Blogging via my new &lt;a href="http://www.store.motorola.com/mot/en/US/adirect/motorola;jsessionid=3D70F118C354A76BE9D4CAED4D744A49.mot3?cmd=catProductDetail"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Motorolla Q9c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-8447985532960991377?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8447985532960991377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=8447985532960991377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8447985532960991377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8447985532960991377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/01/luke-loves-bath-brett-smith-sales.html' title='Bath Time - Mobile Blogging'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ug1jTDUIte0/R5FVGlNaKjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/w_DQWG1z0eg/s72-c/img011-741880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-7363808078069161233</id><published>2008-01-17T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T18:51:31.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt from Loyalty</title><content type='html'>This evening Sarah is still at the office working to have one very BIG month. With my free time I went out to the web to see if anyone still visits this site. I was pleasantly surprised to see I have some loyal followers. You know who you are, thanks for always checking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also interesting, I get about 1 hit a week (I'm big time!) via a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Illinois "&lt;a href="http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2005/10/start-slow-clap.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no one comes into our house and pushes us around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" visited for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in Denver was looking for info on the "&lt;a href="http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/06/kfcs-infamous-bowl.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kfc&lt;/span&gt; bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" and found it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest search finding my site? From NY "&lt;a href="http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/01/apple-doesnt-fall-far-from-tree.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1,2,3 to the 4 snoop doggy dog and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dre&lt;/span&gt; at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" I bet they weren't expecting a kindergarten story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite, "&lt;a href="http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2005/08/shes-turkey.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Turkeys are done, People are Finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" enjoyed the read so much they came back a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my tag line "My feeble attempt to contribute to the wonderful world of the i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt;." is a success! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-7363808078069161233?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7363808078069161233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=7363808078069161233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7363808078069161233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7363808078069161233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2008/01/guilt-from-loyalty.html' title='Guilt from Loyalty'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-2452636305588960115</id><published>2007-12-15T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:19:53.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Girls Allowed!</title><content type='html'>Today, all the girls in the family are baking cookies from sun up to sun down. And, let me tell you, the boys and I are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; enjoying the peace and quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144259161613928530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R2QUc7iMCFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U09iYEZzEKA/s320/boysday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was full of nonsense. I'll share with you two examples. Sarah had an out of town customer appointment which required a little over an hour drive each way. About 10am, while I'm in the middle of a conference call with my boss, Sarah dials my phone TWICE. Each call was followed by voicemail messages. I text to her: "on a call"... She replies: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAAAA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAAAA&lt;/span&gt;!!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's one of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/d02a2o4gvu"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In case you couldn't make out the lyrics, that was I Ain't Missing You - by Joan White. Just splendid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 2. While I was unpacking the car, Sarah and Savanna were doing some early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; for the full day of cooking. This required for them to use room temperate stick butter. As I'm headed to the garage for the last time Sarah says, "Look! Pretty smart huh?" I look and she has two gas burners lit with three sticks of butter walled around them. I gave her a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; "Real smart" and headed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;garage&lt;/span&gt;. Before I made it back to the house Savanna was yelling "DAD!!! HURRY THE STOVE IS ON FIRE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the boys and I are the smart ones for staying home. We are NOT missing anyone. Nor will there be any fires to put out. Good luck with the cookies ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-2452636305588960115?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/2452636305588960115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=2452636305588960115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/2452636305588960115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/2452636305588960115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-girls-allowed.html' title='No Girls Allowed!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/R2QUc7iMCFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U09iYEZzEKA/s72-c/boysday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-5478795408259649166</id><published>2007-10-18T15:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:36:28.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years</title><content type='html'>I finally received my new drivers license in the mail today. As should be expected, items on my driving record prevented the new license from arriving on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old license issued to me on my birthday in 97 was long overdue for a new photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125466258634939666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RyFQaAYvnRI/AAAAAAAAACs/H25TuOxc0Hk/s320/97.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So roughly 10 years later (this was in June) I walked into the local DPS office excited to apply for my new license. I suspected their might be some trouble as I had two pending traffic citations I was contesting in our wonderful legal system. I brought with me some documentation to help clear my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of research by their detailed staff, I was told there was nothing to be concerned about and completed the renewal process. I have to admit, leaving the office I was quite jovial. 3 months later instead of a new license, I received notice that my license had been suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending several hours on hold and speaking with voice response operators way too long I dropped $90 on "fees" and all was made better. T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aaaDa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125466499153108258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RyFQoAYvnSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WCDmqc87BiE/s320/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good to go for another 5 years! I guess the state feels they need to check in on me more frequently than every 10 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-5478795408259649166?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5478795408259649166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=5478795408259649166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5478795408259649166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5478795408259649166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-years.html' title='10 Years'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RyFQaAYvnRI/AAAAAAAAACs/H25TuOxc0Hk/s72-c/97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-6322498142960703124</id><published>2007-07-02T22:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:19:44.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we will continue to tell you "You are Happy!" until you know it</title><content type='html'>What an evening. My throat is sore, my hands hurt and my feet ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with a trip to the grocery store. We were confident it would be a successful journey. Luke had eaten, gone for a walk and was in a fresh diaper. Sarah and I, with Luke riding along, made it through (every isle of) the store, pushing the cart to capacity, without any major issues. In fact, Luke was the perfect little boy and as a result, received several compliments from other store shoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so pleased with his behavior that after unloading the cart we decided to run another errand. This one was easy. It simply required a short 15 minute trip to my in-law's house. Luke didn't even need to get out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived. Jumped out of the car and opened the door for Luke so he could still hear us or maybe us hear him. Before we even had the house door open Luke began SCREAMING! We couldn't stop him. We both tried.... he had lost it. Quickly we jumped back in the car and headed home. More SCREAMING. I'm serious. This wasn't crying, he was mad and wanted to be sure we knew it. I attempted to calm him by holding his "pacy" in his mouth. He ripped it way and threw it to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly! Like the sun breaking through the recently ever present Dallas clouds, Sarah began to sing. If.... YOU'RE...... Happy and you know it CLAP YOUR HANDS! me: CLAP, CLAP...... you know how it goes. STOMP, STOMP..... ALL THREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke stopped screaming. He wasn't Happy, but he did quit yelling at us. We sang the song clear through I'm guessing 3 times. Then Sarah switched to a different song, BINGO or something like that.... The screaming quickly returned. Back to Happy and You Know it. I bet we sang it 10 times before finally making it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced happiness. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-6322498142960703124?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/6322498142960703124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=6322498142960703124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6322498142960703124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/6322498142960703124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-will-continue-to-tell-you-you-are.html' title='we will continue to tell you &quot;You are Happy!&quot; until you know it'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-5450596103434173216</id><published>2007-06-30T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T07:32:32.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red River Rivalry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RoZLHfpXqQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FVPgmj2Df3E/s1600-h/horns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081831821660367106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RoZLHfpXqQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FVPgmj2Df3E/s200/horns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this &lt;a href="http://www.soonersports.com/sports/m-footbl/okla-m-footbl-body.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OU Football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fan find himself in a Texas "t"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not riding the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bandwagon_effect"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bandwagon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Instead, I'm sleeping with the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies to both schools and their fans. I doubt either are pleased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-5450596103434173216?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5450596103434173216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=5450596103434173216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5450596103434173216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5450596103434173216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/06/red-river-rivalry.html' title='Red River Rivalry'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RoZLHfpXqQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FVPgmj2Df3E/s72-c/horns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-449263359611636079</id><published>2007-06-27T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:58:28.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Legendary</title><content type='html'>About a week ago or so this "bird" (said in Mary Lou's best voice - emphasize the &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;! - hold the r) came strolling through our front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080824076303837394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RoK2k_pXqNI/AAAAAAAAABk/watwldby4Ks/s320/IMG_3630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What kind of "bird" is it, you ask? My thoughts exactly. My first guess was.... the friendly blue bird of happiness. Not quite. After doing some research on &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I determined it was a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_blue_heron"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;little blue heron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, often found near swamps and creeks. Although we have no creeks or ponds to speak of in the area, neighbors informed Sarah and me that it's nest was just a block over on &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=4407+N+Hall+St,+Dallas,+TX+75219&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=51.576045,81.035156&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;z=17&amp;amp;iwloc=addr&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For no identifiable reason I took this "bird" sighting as a good sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast Forward to this past Friday. I had the pleasure of hosting 3 of my oldest friends, Eric, Darin and Danny, at the house for my birthday weekend. We ate much good food. Nearly (I use the term loosely) set the all time high score on a punching bag machine at the &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&amp;amp;q=corner+bar&amp;amp;near=Dallas,+TX&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;view=text&amp;amp;latlng=32826080,-96785743,13336137891212369093"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;local dive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mastered &lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com/gamemini?gameid=1OTtO06SP7M52gi5m8pD6CnahbW8CzxE"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wii Sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Witnessed, from the 7th row, a rare &lt;a href="http://texas.rangers.mlb.com/index.jsp?c_id=tex"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Texas Rangers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;victory. Competed in 18 holes of demanding miniature golf. And played several serious games of pool basketball. In the end, Eric deemed himself champion of the most events and crowned himself King. Here's a photo for the Tarkio trophy case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080831283258960098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="252" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RoK9IfpXqOI/AAAAAAAAABs/Wy0Uavhfv48/s320/eric.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it is no coincidence that this birthday, my 33rd, is the jersey number of my favorite basketball player and coach, &lt;a href="http://www.larrybird.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Larry "Bird"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I expect this to be one legendary year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-449263359611636079?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/449263359611636079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=449263359611636079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/449263359611636079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/449263359611636079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/06/legendary.html' title='Legendary'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RoK2k_pXqNI/AAAAAAAAABk/watwldby4Ks/s72-c/IMG_3630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-8629508886552356914</id><published>2007-06-14T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T17:38:16.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little too big.... for his britches</title><content type='html'>Folks meet Elmo. Join his "circle of trust" and you can call him Mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076045675766063602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RnG8peexofI/AAAAAAAAABc/rZT4N4IYYfU/s320/IMG_3636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although his legs are small, Mo lives quite large.  Each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; he is tucked in on goose down bedding.  Check his water dish?  No that isn't tap water.... it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ozarka&lt;/span&gt;.  Yea it's a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this past week Mo took it to all new levels.  You see at the last Vet visit Mo was told he needed to drop a few pounds.  The best way to accomplish the task was to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;substitute&lt;/span&gt; one scoop of food with g&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reen beans&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, this change was eagerly accepted.  We used up the two cans of French Cut Green Beans in the pantry and Mo loved them.  Without giving it much thought we picked up 8 cans of Wal-Mart green beans during out next trip to the neighborhood grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise... Surprise...  Mo won't eat cheap green beans.  He kicks his bowl.  He spreads them all over the kitchen.  Worst of all... he strolls around this place thinking he's &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/cast/character/paulie_walnuts.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Paulie Walnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-8629508886552356914?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8629508886552356914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=8629508886552356914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8629508886552356914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8629508886552356914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-too-big-for-his-britches.html' title='a little too big.... for his britches'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RnG8peexofI/AAAAAAAAABc/rZT4N4IYYfU/s72-c/IMG_3636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-8431572857887700979</id><published>2007-06-03T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T10:27:17.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bursting at the Seams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;T-Town, better know as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tarkio&lt;/span&gt;, Mo was bursting at the seems this past Memorial Day weekend. We had the whole family together for the first time since Luke joined the team. That along with everyone else back for the annual Alumni Dinner/Dance had the town in a vivacious state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071859359712245810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RmLdNz5jeDI/AAAAAAAAABU/qQlfIljx3MI/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more pics check my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt; site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-8431572857887700979?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8431572857887700979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=8431572857887700979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8431572857887700979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8431572857887700979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/06/bursting-at-seams.html' title='Bursting at the Seams'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RmLdNz5jeDI/AAAAAAAAABU/qQlfIljx3MI/s72-c/IMG_1496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-5285733031101765757</id><published>2007-05-19T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T18:44:24.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not your typical guys night</title><content type='html'>This weekend Sarah went on a little business trip leaving the house to me and the boys. Knowing the kind of trouble an 11 year old dog and a 7 month baby can find on a Saturday, she was hesitant to leave the three of us alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; for her our evening more closely resembled a date night than a guys night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066420544476589266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/Rk-KpGRErNI/AAAAAAAAABM/gBq3dLbKZmE/s320/eat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowl of Dog Food + Jar of applesauce + 6 oz of formula + Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Einstein&lt;/span&gt; = Dinner, Drinks and a movie. I've got some work to do with these guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-5285733031101765757?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/5285733031101765757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=5285733031101765757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5285733031101765757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/5285733031101765757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-your-typical-guys-night.html' title='not your typical guys night'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/Rk-KpGRErNI/AAAAAAAAABM/gBq3dLbKZmE/s72-c/eat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-1707264380949210913</id><published>2007-03-20T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:46:42.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Does it get any better than kicking back in a La-Z-Boy and watching the March Madness with your best friend for an entire Sunday afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044077029413177346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RgApVWXhSAI/AAAAAAAAABA/OucecD-aVco/s320/bumbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Does!  Add barefoot, chairside roomservice and going to the bathroon in your chair.  The perfect Lazy Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-1707264380949210913?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/1707264380949210913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=1707264380949210913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/1707264380949210913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/1707264380949210913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/03/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RgApVWXhSAI/AAAAAAAAABA/OucecD-aVco/s72-c/bumbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-8407056770877287441</id><published>2007-03-16T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T19:36:30.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta be full of it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I realize it is only day 2 of the NCAA Tourney but the banter is alreadyin full swing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year &lt;a href="http://substances.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is, again, hoping to improve on her 1 and 9 head to head record against me in tournament pools. Unfortunately for her I've jumped out to an early lead, prompting her use a favorite family saying, "A dog that poops fast, doesn't poop long."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the saying my be accurate, something tells me it isn't applicable to my tourney bracket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/Rfs3GC6NkXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e6aupzqrvGI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042684784771174770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/Rfs3GC6NkXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e6aupzqrvGI/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy St. Patty's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-8407056770877287441?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/8407056770877287441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=8407056770877287441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8407056770877287441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/8407056770877287441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-gotta-be-full-of-it.html' title='You gotta be full of it....'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/Rfs3GC6NkXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e6aupzqrvGI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-4135529402121291955</id><published>2007-03-09T08:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:06:00.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG WINNER IN VEGAS!!!</title><content type='html'>It's a widely accepted theory that just about any thing can happen on a weekend trip to Vegas. My last trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was intended to be "just" a 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party for my brother in law, David, turned out to be much, much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039932754411491682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RfFwIy6NkWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KgTn1oDYuvU/s320/picture-75.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's right Sarah and I got married at the Little White Wedding Chapel, Saturday night, Feburary 24th. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to David's brother Jon for the photographs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-4135529402121291955?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4135529402121291955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=4135529402121291955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4135529402121291955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4135529402121291955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/03/big-winner-in-vegas.html' title='BIG WINNER IN VEGAS!!!'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RfFwIy6NkWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KgTn1oDYuvU/s72-c/picture-75.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-4274743253856611687</id><published>2007-02-03T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:05:12.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>75% Winston</title><content type='html'>This past week, Luke surpassed the 3 month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;timeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and in doing so received two new labels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st we learned during our most recent doctor's visit. Luke's height and weight puts him in the 75&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; percentile. The below photo does a good job of displaying why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027500637831718690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RcVFMXoCZyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8rNJb4_gNB4/s320/IMG_3459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 2nd was given to him by his grandparents. They enjoy calling him "Winston." See any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;resemblance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027501286371780402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RcVFyHoCZzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-duVFk3O9xE/s320/11595-240px-winston_churchill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a quote from Churchill.... "&lt;em&gt;There is no finer investment for any community than putting milk into babies."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on Luke's size, he's in full agreement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-4274743253856611687?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/4274743253856611687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=4274743253856611687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4274743253856611687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/4274743253856611687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/02/75-winston.html' title='75% Winston'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GweeVp2RZ6k/RcVFMXoCZyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8rNJb4_gNB4/s72-c/IMG_3459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-7011929864776406562</id><published>2007-01-30T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:27:30.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobility</title><content type='html'>These days it seems the "latest and greatest" is all about being mobile. There's mobile phones, mobile &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://powervision.sprint.com/mobilebroadband/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and mobile employees that lead to mobile workforces then offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;latest&lt;/span&gt; and greatest "mobile" item at our house has Luke a little upset. You see, over the last couple of weeks, Beckett has fully mastered the art of walking. Yes he's mobile. He loves to go places without having anywhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the problem? We have found Luke's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pacifiers&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt; and his music box in the diaper genie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckett appears to be quite a prankster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-7011929864776406562?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/7011929864776406562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=7011929864776406562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7011929864776406562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/7011929864776406562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/01/mobility.html' title='Mobility'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-116907807221682673</id><published>2007-01-17T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:04:32.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The South is Soft</title><content type='html'>Today a little snow mixed in with a little sleet fell on North Texas. The result? Most of the Dallas - Fort Worth population stayed home from work and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I was entertained by Luke and watched 8 hours of "Winter Blast" coverage on &lt;a href="http://www.nbc5i.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NBC5i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. While I was a bit embarrassed some frozen precipitation kept me home, I was glad to not be stuck out in the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6677/1312/320/391727/road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savanna also got out in it, making her best Texas Snowman.&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6677/1312/320/660840/snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's hope for warmer weather tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-116907807221682673?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/116907807221682673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=116907807221682673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/116907807221682673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/116907807221682673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/01/south-is-soft.html' title='The South is Soft'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-116882278381477654</id><published>2007-01-14T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T18:59:43.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many?</title><content type='html'>Bath time for a 11 week old should be no problem huh? When everyone is together it becomes a bit more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I pose the question.... How many people does it take to bath a baby?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The answer: 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6677/1312/320/422311/IMG_3404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-116882278381477654?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/116882278381477654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=116882278381477654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/116882278381477654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/116882278381477654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-many.html' title='How Many?'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-116822987824983239</id><published>2007-01-07T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:32:40.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy NEW year</title><content type='html'>Hello... HELLO!!! Anyone out there? I'm hoping so... I've decided to give this blog thing another run in 07. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in step with the New Year I have two other items that are fairly new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word is out on this first one but he has yet to be formally introduced via the blog. Folks meet Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6677/1312/320/379542/340678145_2105836bdd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; He has two big fans. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6677/1312/320/371024/340678140_709b8456dd_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second, is a new career opportunity with Sprint. I'm just getting started, but really excited to learn about the cellular side of the telecom industry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-116822987824983239?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/116822987824983239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=116822987824983239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/116822987824983239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/116822987824983239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy NEW year'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-115509375140081571</id><published>2006-08-08T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:22:31.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something worth sharing</title><content type='html'>I'm not out of retirement but just stopping by the "office" to share some news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a paper when I was down in Mansfield today and Savanna's picture was looking back at me. Front and center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wrote a &lt;a href="http://www.dfw.com/mld/dfw/news/special_packages/mannews/15190865.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nice article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about the difficulties of children going off to school for the first time. Savanna's picture isn't attached to the article, but trust me, she is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know how long the article will be available so I hope you catch it before it is gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-115509375140081571?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/115509375140081571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=115509375140081571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115509375140081571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115509375140081571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-worth-sharing.html' title='Something worth sharing'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-115466528923582313</id><published>2006-08-03T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:23:11.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Retirement</title><content type='html'>Folks, I'm hanging it up or it this case closing the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be slightly more busy but not so much that it can be used as an excuse. It seems I just don't have the interest any longer. So rather than leaving you wondering when the next post will be (not that anyone is)... this will be my last, at least for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a good year run. I enjoyed it. I hope you did as well. If I change my plans and come out of retirement I'll shoot you (I do know who you are) an email so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-115466528923582313?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/115466528923582313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=115466528923582313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115466528923582313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115466528923582313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/08/blogger-retirement.html' title='Blogger Retirement'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-115267353872839348</id><published>2006-07-11T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T11:03:50.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Standards</title><content type='html'>These two blogs got my attention. Who would have thought a shower head would be a good example of an American epidemic. Here is how shower heads are tied to the &lt;a href="http://andymonfried.blogspot.com/2006/07/lowest-common-showerhead.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lowering of our standards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all is when you are part of something that refuses to lower their standards. That is when you get that &lt;a href="http://headrush.typepad.com/creating_passionate_users/2006/07/how_your_produc.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;special nod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If you read the last you will really enjoy this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to refusing to lower your standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW... Happy Birthday 7 - 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-115267353872839348?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/115267353872839348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=115267353872839348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115267353872839348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115267353872839348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/07/low-standards.html' title='Low Standards'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-115160489516578359</id><published>2006-06-29T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:14:55.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The NBA Draft</title><content type='html'>...not that anyone cares but Bill Simmons wrote a great &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/060629"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Welcome back, diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from draft day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a teaser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:20 -- Here's why you have to love the NBA draft: It's the only show where you could ever see a graphic like, "Q: WOULD MOST LIKE TO MEET?  A: HIS PARENTS."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-115160489516578359?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/115160489516578359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=115160489516578359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115160489516578359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115160489516578359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/06/nba-draft.html' title='The NBA Draft'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-115143346258459895</id><published>2006-06-27T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T13:56:26.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>32 on 23</title><content type='html'>This past Friday I turned 32 years young. The weekend events added up to one of the better birthdays I've experienced in the last several years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an early start to the festivities, on Thursday evening, with a round of golf out at GSW. This, naturally, was followed up by a second round of golf on Friday afternoon before making my first visit to &lt;a href="http://www.pappasbros.com/main.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pappas Bros. Steakhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the restaurant is widely regarded as one of the best steakhouses in town I had somehow managed to miss out on dining there until Friday. The experience lived up to it's expectations. I learned some new things about wine, enjoyed a great lobster bisque, a wonderful steak, fantastic service and had the best company imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following dinner I was treated to surprise plans for the remainder of my weekend, a Kansas City trip. I left out of &lt;a href="http://www.dallas-lovefield.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dallas Love Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just before lunch on Saturday and met my KC hosts, Darin Lee and Eric Levings, in no time at all. Our time together was full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/320/untitled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had tickets to a &lt;a href="http://kansascity.royals.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/index.jsp?c_id=kc"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Royals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; game, but there was a surprise rain delay. Once we finally entered the gates we were surprised to learn it was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_White"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Frank White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bobble head night. By the middle of the 7th, the Royals were ahead and "surprise" went on to win. After the game we ventured down to "the boats" for some blackjack. Surprisingly, well maybe not, my cousin Travis was there and as usual winning big. All in all, I think (i know i did) the Tarkio Triad had a great time getting back together again for a short weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly but certainly not leastly... I was treated to my favorite oreo dessert upon my return home. 32 is off to a great start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-115143346258459895?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/115143346258459895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=115143346258459895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115143346258459895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115143346258459895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/06/32-on-23.html' title='32 on 23'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-115078036735089852</id><published>2006-06-20T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:57:58.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BP meets DP</title><content type='html'>Turns out &lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ESPN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has caught wind of my &lt;a href="http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/06/fat-man-and-tough-little-girl.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that wasn't. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dan_Patrick"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dan Patrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (DP) met up with me (BP) this evening to discuss our opinions on the NBA Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both agree the Mavs win game 6, but Dan says "the Heat in 7" I guess we'll see who has more sports knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/DP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/320/DP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-115078036735089852?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/115078036735089852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=115078036735089852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115078036735089852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115078036735089852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/06/bp-meets-dp.html' title='BP meets DP'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-115065427975746536</id><published>2006-06-18T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T13:11:19.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote for Father's Day</title><content type='html'>When I was fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around.  But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished by how much he'd learned in seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-115065427975746536?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/115065427975746536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=115065427975746536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115065427975746536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115065427975746536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/06/quote-for-fathers-day.html' title='Quote for Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-115056893408723793</id><published>2006-06-17T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:42:53.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The fat man and a tough little girl</title><content type='html'>The last two days I have been thinking over what was sure to be a good blog post. It involved me working with the &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/mavericks/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mavs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and helping them turn the series around; beating the &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/heat/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, to win the NBA Championship. In order to make the post work, I planned to use some photos of me with &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/playerfile/dirk_nowitzki/?nav=page"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogmaverick.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mark Cuban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the 2001 &lt;a href="http://www.dallasallsports.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dallas All Sports Association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when the photos were found, I didn't look anything like I do today. In the picture was a chubby guy with only a slight resemblance to the me of today. There I was, less than shoulder high to Dirk and as wide as Mark.  The result?  Neither the photos nor the story will make this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the disappointing photo find, the kids and I headed to my office to pick up a few items. When we arrived, the parking lot was nearly empty and Savanna jumped out of the car all fired up. I walked around to the other side of the car to get Beckett. As I opened the back door, Savanna, doing her best Chinese Fire Drill, ran right into the edge of the door. She&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; immediately began crying. I told her to watch where she was going and bent over to take a look at the damage. It was WAY worse than I expected. The blood was already running through her fingers and beginning to drip on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was doctor or hospital. Then I remebered we had a first aid kit in the office. I can do anything a doctor could right? We dashed into the building up the elevator and into the bathroom. Savanna, by this time, was already telling me how tough she was and that the blood didn't bother her. I cleaned it up with a wet papertowel then treated it with an alchol swab (she did not enjoy this) and finally a nice bandage. All better. The kid can take a lick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/320/savannahead.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-115056893408723793?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/115056893408723793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=115056893408723793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115056893408723793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/115056893408723793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/06/fat-man-and-tough-little-girl.html' title='The fat man and a tough little girl'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-114986879213985607</id><published>2006-06-09T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:08:30.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KFC's 'Infamous" Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/bowls.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/200/bowls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have any of you seen the commercial or tried KFC's new &lt;a href="http://www.kfc.com/kitchen/bowls.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Famous Bowls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? You recall the dinner table comment when someone attempted to keep their food separated on their plate? "It all ends up together in your stomach." Well, KFC has put it all together on the plate or in this case all together in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in the KFC marketing department thinks this will work? Here's the tag line..."All the KFC favorites you know and love served in a convenient easy-to-eat bowl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds more like a hot slice of Thanksgiving Dinner pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-114986879213985607?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/114986879213985607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=114986879213985607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114986879213985607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114986879213985607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/06/kfcs-infamous-bowl.html' title='KFC&apos;s &apos;Infamous&quot; Bowl'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-114911434667676211</id><published>2006-05-31T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T17:30:18.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not mars, nor poland... it's home.</title><content type='html'>I spent this past Memorial Day weekend with the kids in my home town of&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tarkiomo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tarkio, Missouri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/320/me%20and%20the%20kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While "city folk" might compare visiting Tarkio to an experience in a foriegn land or on different planet, I couldn't think of a much better place to call home. We had a great time with family and friends. My sister has several fantastic &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tarkio11/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to prove it. While Tarkio isn't quite what it once was, there still is a wonderful Alumni party each May. This year it brought together Tarkio's first 3 bloggers. With a little &lt;a href="http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;brainwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from the &lt;a href="http://dleeblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;briefcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you might actually find something of &lt;a href="http://substances.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;substance(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/320/Alumni%20Dance%202006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-114911434667676211?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/114911434667676211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=114911434667676211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114911434667676211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114911434667676211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-not-mars-nor-poland-its-home.html' title='it&apos;s not mars, nor poland... it&apos;s home.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-114818035697317007</id><published>2006-05-20T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:01:57.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this could be trouble....</title><content type='html'>Last week, I received one of those letters no one ever wants to see in their mailbox. The Internal Revenue Service was making a case for some back taxes they felt were owed to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't pleased about it, but in usual fashion was confident things would be resolved without much trouble. I sent the letter over to my tax man and until today hadn't thought much about it. Turns out the IRS is taking things much more seriously than I. Below is yesterday's detail for one specific visitor to my site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP Address: 152.216.7.# (INTERNAL REVENUE SERVICE)&lt;br /&gt;ISP: INTERNAL REVENUE SERVICE&lt;br /&gt;City: District of Columbia&lt;br /&gt;State: Washington&lt;br /&gt;Time of Visit: May 19 2006 10:33:38 am&lt;br /&gt;Referring URL: &lt;a title="http://blogsearch.google.com/blogsearch?hl=en&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=inpostauthor%3ABrett Smith" href="http://blogsearch.go...author:Brett"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://blogsearch.go...author:Brett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search Engine: blogsearch.google.com&lt;br /&gt;Search Words: inpostauthor:brett smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Uncle Sam. If you are so concerned, pick up the phone and give me a call. I wonder if they use &lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to catch all the bad guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-114818035697317007?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/114818035697317007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=114818035697317007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114818035697317007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114818035697317007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-could-be-trouble.html' title='this could be trouble....'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-114771818348928738</id><published>2006-05-15T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:51:57.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic doesn't equal revenue....flirting might.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is killing &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/homepage.html/002-0857762-9124802"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in traffic, getting 4 times the number of web page views a day. Should Amazon be worried? Nope. &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seth Godin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tell us why in simple terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazon users visit to buy stuff, and MySpace users visit to flirt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last time I checked, flirting was a fairly unprofitable activity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an exception to that rule Seth, there are several saleswomen that can turn a nice profit flirting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-114771818348928738?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/114771818348928738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=114771818348928738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114771818348928738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114771818348928738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/05/traffic-doesnt-equal-revenueflirting.html' title='Traffic doesn&apos;t equal revenue....flirting might.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-114770490710997142</id><published>2006-05-15T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:32:16.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Adventure</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny how the littlest of things can take a turn for a big new experience. Back at the beginning of the year, I signed Savanna up for her second year of soccer. I was ready for several weekends of watching games but that changed with this email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Parents -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on forming teams for the U5 girls division and I still have 12 girls without a coach. This means I am forming 2 teams of 6 girls and I need two volunteers to coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know if you can coach this season, because if not, these 12 girls will not be able to play and I do not want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Karen Baird&lt;br /&gt;U5 Girls Commissioner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have very little soccer experience and even less skill but after two days without a volunteer stepping up I decided I would coach the team. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/savannasoccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/200/savannasoccer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a fantastic experience. While we've yet to win a game we've all had a ton of fun. Saturday's game was worth writing about. It was a game of many first. Savanna scored her &lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; goal, which gave us our &lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; lead of the season. And after falling behind 5-2 we came back and had our &lt;strong&gt;1st&lt;/strong&gt; tie game late in the 4th quarter before losing 5-6. The girls have made SO much improvement in a short amount of time. They've done almost all of it on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Explorers play their final game of the year this Saturday. Savanna, Tori (who won't play unless it's a blue ball), Kaylie, Camryn and Elizabeth (didn't make the picture) take the field at 10:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/320/explorers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-114770490710997142?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/114770490710997142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=114770490710997142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114770490710997142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114770490710997142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-adventure.html' title='A Big Adventure'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-114722772252811162</id><published>2006-05-10T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T23:06:37.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a not so extraordinary collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my new medium to communicate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently received my Verizon cell phone bill and for the second consecutive month I've exceed 1,100 text messages. Do the math, that's just a shade over 36 messages a day, every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a select few of you, I can see the wheels turning in your head. That's just ridiculous. I ensure you, texting is not for school days alone. A few benefits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no uncomfortable silences or talking over each other.&lt;br /&gt;No answers and voicemails are not an option.&lt;br /&gt;Grammatical errors are not only accepted they are encouraged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the evolution of dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was sent to me today. It is a rare display of ingenuity combined with phenomenal talent. It's six minutes of entertainment. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;amp;eurl="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've got a great memory it's just short&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a third, short topic I had hoped to blog about but I've forgotten it. It was there when I started writing but it's gone now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-114722772252811162?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/114722772252811162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=114722772252811162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114722772252811162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114722772252811162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-so-extraordinary-collection.html' title='a not so extraordinary collection'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-114719828389363861</id><published>2006-05-09T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:11:24.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buyers Market at Boston Market</title><content type='html'>Some mornings I wake up feeling great. I roll out of bed with anticipation of what the day will bring. Today was one of those mornings. I mean WOW! Something good was bound to happen today. Luckily for me I only had to wait for lunch to find out what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the short trip from my office to the &lt;a href="http://www.bostonmarket.com/home"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boston Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (BTW when looking up the link, I found coupons! I could have saved a buck.) just down the road. I entered the restaurant with a pretty good feel for what I wanted. I was distracted initially by the new menu that had been placed above the order station. Following a brief re-acclamation to my choices I placed the order. Immediately, I noticed the employees had new hats. These weren't your typical chain food hats, these hats had style. I had to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start selling. Even when you are buying you should sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are those hats for sell?" I asked. Now the two employees behind the counter thought this was a real funny question. "No, they aren't for sell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay them a compliment, this get's them to drop there guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well the should be, those are sharp hats." "Can you get me one?" At this point they have no idea what to do. Apparently such a request had never been made. Several more employees were starting to find humor in our conversation. Then much like John Wayne would ride in to town, here came the store manager out of the back office. She stared right though me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure what to do.... "I'm free advertising for you." I was in! "Are you going to wear it at the &lt;a href="http://www.pgatour.com/tournaments/r019"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Byron Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?" she asked. "Absolutely." She had one last question, "Are you going to act like a fool?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I made a common sales mistake. I assumed I knew the answer for which she was looking. Thank goodness it didn't kill the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me? No I won't act like a fool." I was smiling ear to ear. "Well then you can't have it." All her employees thought she was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/320/boston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat and a great meal, $8.99.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-114719828389363861?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/114719828389363861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=114719828389363861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114719828389363861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114719828389363861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/05/buyers-market-at-boston-market.html' title='Buyers Market at Boston Market'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-114704138933944496</id><published>2006-05-07T16:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:55:48.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting is easy.</title><content type='html'>Any parent looking for a weekend full of kids activities in the DFW area should look no further than Dallas' &lt;a href="http://www.guidelive.com/portal/page?_pageid=33,97415&amp;_dad=portal&amp;amp;_schema=PORTAL&amp;resort1=GENRE&amp;amp;resort2=NAME&amp;neighborhood=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;type=&amp;event=&amp;amp;startday=6&amp;startmo=5&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;endday=7&amp;endmo=5&amp;amp;name=&amp;startrow=21"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GuideLive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Now granted, Saturday afternoon was already filled up with a soccer game and birthday party but other open times filled up quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's plans were made easy when I heard that Brian Fields, a member of our &lt;a href="http://www.covad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Covad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; team, and his band were playing a youth concert not to far from Mansfield. The evening was a big hit with Savanna as she broke into her own dance routine several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got up early to catch a (free) kids magic show in Fort Worth. After grabbing a quick bit to eat we got ready for our second to last soccer game. The team put together it's best game of the year. Still losing in excess of 10 goals but scoring a season high 5 goals. I can promise you, compared to our other games this one felt like a win. On a side note Savanna is really aggressive. Had this been real soccer she certainly would have been red carded. The post game birthday party wore out Savanna as I had hoped so we stayed in Saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, following &lt;a href="http://www.communityofhope.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we headed north to &lt;a href="http://www.shopwillowbend.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Willow Bend Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for a butterfly exhibit. On the way to the event I made a failed attempt to teach Savanna about a &lt;a href="http://www.shopwillowbend.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Toll Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I ran into such objections as "This road is mean!" or "Don't let it take my dimes Dad!". Anyway, we burned a good part of the afternoon and both kids had a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savanna took this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/320/beck%2005072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beck didn't take this one. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/320/savanna%2005072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-114704138933944496?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/114704138933944496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=114704138933944496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114704138933944496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114704138933944496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/05/parenting-is-easy_07.html' title='Parenting is easy.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-114658371595704149</id><published>2006-05-02T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T10:36:31.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than the real thing...</title><content type='html'>A short time back I spent a few days in the "&lt;a href="http://www.nyc.gov/portal/index.jsp?front_door=true"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" visiting my good friend &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;amp;q=minor+league+baseball+%22jason+ratliff%22"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jason Ratliff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday afternoon, right in the middle of a great weekend, Jason and I took a trip to Shea Stadium; to catch my first &lt;a href="http://newyork.mets.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/index.jsp?c_id=nym"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; game. We had a wonderful time. The weather was great, we got on the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jumbotron"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jumbotron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" and I saw the infamous Mets fan wearing a Red Sox jersey that read Buckner 86 on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the jersey doesn't make any sense to you watch this great replay of &lt;a href="http://www.deadspin.com/sports/baseball/game-6-rbi-baseball-style-166188.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Game 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's a bit long but well worth it. Click on the play button, it will load.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-114658371595704149?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/114658371595704149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=114658371595704149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114658371595704149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114658371595704149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/05/better-than-real-thing.html' title='Better than the real thing...'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14487827.post-114572694527118187</id><published>2006-04-22T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:52:07.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the positive attitude.</title><content type='html'>So this morning I was encouraging Savanna to brush her teeth. "Let's Race!" I hollered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the bathroom I ran. By the time she caught up with me, I'm was nearly finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm the winner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savanna: "We aren't racing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Winner, Winner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savanna: "IT WASN'T A RACE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Chicken Dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savanna: "Dad! STOP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How's second place feel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savanna: "&lt;em&gt;TERRIFIC!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14487827-114572694527118187?l=brettbrainwork.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/feeds/114572694527118187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14487827&amp;postID=114572694527118187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114572694527118187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14487827/posts/default/114572694527118187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettbrainwork.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-all-about-positive-attitude.html' title='It&apos;s all about the positive attitude.'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06517766378146509926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6677/1312/1600/me2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
