tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16861796290638426072024-03-14T04:06:06.502-08:00Babbling Brooke In AlaskaBrooke Cosperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09882822070284764805noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686179629063842607.post-45236207996798880742009-02-26T22:21:00.005-09:002009-02-26T23:29:32.459-09:00Here comes a mouth full from StreamOk so I'm not good good at this Blogging thing.<div>I'd be awesome at it if my thoughts and all my talking to my self could magically jump in here.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So it's no surprise English class and writing reports were not my strong points in school.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /></div><div>And my most frustrating thing is when computers don't work the way they should, and don't tell me it's the user.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold; font-size: large;">Here comes a mouth full, hence my name, Babbling Brooke</span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I got SO fed up with this blog back in November that I took a BREAK. (as if you can't tell by looking at my page)<br /></div><div>I wrote a wonderful post and pushed "publish post", but poof, it went to... WHO KNOWS WHRE!! So I shut the lid and walked away. Although I felt like shooting the computer, but I didn't want to make a mess in the house.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here we go, again.</div><div>Forget the stalling story. It's too long to tell again. </div><div>Lets just say I had a good laugh and Randy knows he should listen to his wife when she tells him we should get fuel for the car.</div><div>Thanks to his dad for bringing us a can of gas even though he was in the middle of eating his dinner. Got to love parents no matter how old we get, some times we just need our Daddy's.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Well I know the economy may be bad, but my family is doing it's part. <br /></div><div>Lately half of us have been in the hospital and or doctors offices. We are keeping that part of the industry alive and well. So I pray you all are in better health.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Enough of that, time is running out before I'm not going to be able to sit here much longer.</div><div> So on to my best accomplishment this past week. This might be sad to admit, but it was cleaning out our fridge. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It took me 3 hours to do. I should not be telling you this, but I have to CONFESS.</div><div>We have not been good at keeping up on that chore.</div><div>I now have room to store FOOD, now that I found out what was taking up so much room. </div><div> Here is a summery...</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>4 jars of Jalapeno stuffed olives, all of which were opened. <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>12 jars of Jam, all opened<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2 bottles of Ketchup, the large 44oz ones<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>4 bottles of Mustard<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2 things of Mayo<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2 jars of cocktail sauce<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A bag full of Taco Bell Sauces<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Way out dated stuff from 2006, all went in the trash!!<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>about 20 old foil single serving packets of Cream Cheese (went in the trash)<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>4 hard out dated string cheese stuck to the bottom of a bin, of course.. GARBAGE<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>8 cans of Crescent rolls<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>5 1/2 pounds of butter<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Veggies, formally known as carrots, but now rotten pile of mush<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>OK well you get the point it was BAD. Every shelf and drawer had to be removed and scrubbed.</div><div>(I took photos and put on FaceBook after killing my back all afternoon.)</div><div>Needless to say, it's not always easy having many helping hands in the kitchen loading up the fridge. The good news is, it did not smell bad, I also found 4 boxes of baking soda.</div><div>Well, hopefully it's not going to get to that point ever again. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Well that's all for now. This little stream is going to bed.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Brooke Cosperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09882822070284764805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686179629063842607.post-82235241955072378532008-11-06T13:40:00.003-09:002009-02-26T23:29:32.462-09:00Pride Cometh Before the Stall<div><br /></div><div> One cold fall evening in a city in Alaska their lived a happy little couple names Spike and Sassy. (names have been changed) On said cold evening Spike picked Sassy up from work. </div><div><font class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </font><br /></div>Brooke Cosperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09882822070284764805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686179629063842607.post-59771039808999241852008-10-31T06:32:00.003-08:002008-10-31T06:35:24.836-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Don't worry, I have something in the works.<br />The upcoming title is...<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Pride comet h before the "Stall"<br />A story of a man, a woman and a car on a cold evening.<br /></span></span></span></span></div>Brooke Cosperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09882822070284764805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686179629063842607.post-83297829354675372452008-07-13T20:13:00.005-08:002008-12-10T12:58:49.868-09:00Tabi's Goal Accomplished<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Tabibeth wanted to get rid of her "baby bike" and get a big girl bike this summer.<div>She came up with a plan and with mom's help the task is in the past. Thankfully the weather was nice on the day she chose to have her sale. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Thanks to many hungry and thirsty garage sale shoppers she met her goal. We are happy to say that she kept her perspective and paid tithing before she went on her shopping spree. It's been fun to see her finish what she set out to do.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Thanks to her big brother, Taylor, and Poppa she is now able to ride her bike all by herself.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div>We'd also like to make an honorable mentions to close family and friends who stopped by to buy some goodies. ie, Nichole Skinner who left a nice size tip. And to Ruth Van Blankenstein she was nice to buy enough cookies for each member of her family, 7.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Happy riding to you all.<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /><br /><img style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiilQOPZFEnRYd40rYNiVExT1UXIfYy2FyPRlwI8nmzlhb9mvvLIojgskQmj-iERiYWB_8ZvlBpZvxfHTC_DaRSI_tcngo9ews-Ce27ThT-BLcaP1ZXFtImpNCrEfdLAzrnQZv6_ZX3H44/s320/IMG_6661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222718949071585442" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-srfYXWbHf2k2zpB8RPDhpEBfhH3H7KB36_8bynEV0wM575zBHpKjJEumug4fOCmHcvD8p7CBSJpUTsFKoEdRZ6I2IjDVYVSGewILwL1H63jmN8ijViuE3GYXqkpTn0ZJ8DM_HXasklg/s1600-h/IMG_6667.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-srfYXWbHf2k2zpB8RPDhpEBfhH3H7KB36_8bynEV0wM575zBHpKjJEumug4fOCmHcvD8p7CBSJpUTsFKoEdRZ6I2IjDVYVSGewILwL1H63jmN8ijViuE3GYXqkpTn0ZJ8DM_HXasklg/s320/IMG_6667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222718457220032850" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><img style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj33JZMdMGfO56plnnOGcJ5zbA4mI0FuHwakplbdoV7AM0F4xKohvrECftqpKsnZ7WPqfbEw4PQZmOoXsnyvl8I5g2hvtmZUA5ttOtQ_ii7FS3Q9VBqyt1eZf3idZlVqO4zwiEkEtt52o/s320/IMG_0541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222718956582196866" /></div></div>Brooke Cosperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09882822070284764805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686179629063842607.post-8023382220908952622008-06-04T00:54:00.006-08:002008-12-10T12:58:50.208-09:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9rY3BXF1DotBibQ9D6ui-Uzqa_WRo4IghRzX9K-g9nf23izd2RAMx_3apfGirTxOUyf-2SogAQZRsCBKIuV_vUhO_Qyp7i0_2oz1ogFqFwAL5UpnVOA_bUkD9g2u_QaVERAo6HKRmLo/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9rY3BXF1DotBibQ9D6ui-Uzqa_WRo4IghRzX9K-g9nf23izd2RAMx_3apfGirTxOUyf-2SogAQZRsCBKIuV_vUhO_Qyp7i0_2oz1ogFqFwAL5UpnVOA_bUkD9g2u_QaVERAo6HKRmLo/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207958804450081138" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhisnW7R_azk_PE33No9V05YlFgLY03w6HFEV3sHT6PKov_YVkeC0QiCQPIq1kxDwUyCusMBUCTpL9AduP-jcjTW13K7pBpXll38QuL-X0R8eLcE7MmjYDE7T8Sm541B0bvRI-cUTS6-8A/s1600-h/IMG_0347.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhisnW7R_azk_PE33No9V05YlFgLY03w6HFEV3sHT6PKov_YVkeC0QiCQPIq1kxDwUyCusMBUCTpL9AduP-jcjTW13K7pBpXll38QuL-X0R8eLcE7MmjYDE7T8Sm541B0bvRI-cUTS6-8A/s320/IMG_0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207955438700027122" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Grandma Hazel...<br /> My sister, Bridgette, thinks I'm a bit young to be following in her ways.<br />What does that mean? Well, I have started a new collection.<br />I figure I can pay for a new hair do every three months. Or get one that will last a lot longer.<br /> It all started January 1, 2008, Randy and I went to the mall on a date.<br />For fun we thought I'd get a wig to go out in. It was red and long hair.<br />It's obviously not me. I have short hair. But it's fun to go out in and see peoples reactions.<br />I have even worn it to work a couple of times. It has mixed reviews in the office.<br />But, it makes my husband smile, and I'm all about keeping my man happy.<br /> Just last week I found my self in the mall shopping for shoes for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tabi</span>. I also looked for some for myself. Being a female, I had no problem finding some I liked.<br />But, then I thought I'd save the money and go get me another hairdo.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tabi</span> went with me. We had 90 minutes of fun. She picked some out for me to try. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Helmut</span>, the shop owner, called them "lemons", in other words, NO.<br />Then after quite a few I found "Erica". I liked it, and was sold. I told <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Helmut</span> I had to go back up to work. He was kind enough and delivered my new purchase after getting it ready for me.<br /> The next day I wore it to a wedding reception and got lots of compliments. I confessed to some my little secret. My mom could not even tell it was a wig.<br /> This week rolled around and after some technical difficulties I now have another "Erica" in a slightly different color. So now we have a "hair-um" in our room.<br /> Looks like I do have Grandma's genes, I like my nails done, speak honestly, and collect wigs.<br />It comes in handy for my new syndrome, LBS. Lazy Butt Syndrome.<br />Some have asked why not just wear a ball cap. Two words "Hat hair". Have you ever had to take off your hat to say a prayer? Well, I have and it was not pretty.<br />So to all of you where ever you are, my "wigs off to you".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Brooke Cosperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09882822070284764805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1686179629063842607.post-14409825615916222012008-05-07T22:30:00.004-08:002008-12-10T12:58:51.295-09:00Here I go, ready, set, Blog<div>Well, this blogging is new for me. If I don't get too irritated with the computer, then I might do more than one posting. I mainly wanted to do this so I can post more photos.</div><div>Seems like when I try to e-mail photos to people that the file is too big for the receiver. So this is my goal, share photos. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Lately I've taken so many pictures, that Trivette (almost 2) will look the other way when the camera comes out. I plan on taking many more, so he'll just have to deal with it. It's his fault that he's so dang cute and funny. <br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Well more to come. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5UDF52oKgA5BQEM2Ek3sDqremHL5jn-Fv_PXLURCU5oYn6k8Kc_HLr7pC1jFUMl6pKeAL-uh1z1Mdyn7tOnCqPH-XlK-sT0GZL3HffBs7BCvFAtWoUKY7-XHj8kMRIJRnbxdyIib6HGg/s1600-h/IMG_5492.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5UDF52oKgA5BQEM2Ek3sDqremHL5jn-Fv_PXLURCU5oYn6k8Kc_HLr7pC1jFUMl6pKeAL-uh1z1Mdyn7tOnCqPH-XlK-sT0GZL3HffBs7BCvFAtWoUKY7-XHj8kMRIJRnbxdyIib6HGg/s320/IMG_5492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197904849296292962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" i="" have="" not="" done="" this="" so="" here="" goes=""><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyblzKowg-tguJlFjQS46ISmjxDp5evAf6uH2mHnmG83J2D3gmLi-yLXHGjnduDONq4LXkktT60TgGTTzyTzY1gkErABNHiBjn6308sTYwUVSJjskRtoC25aKVyAGO48Vf0T83BNqVWNs/s320/IMG_5572_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197900794847165522" /></div></div></a>Brooke Cosperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09882822070284764805noreply@blogger.com3