<?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-4810425810260177294</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:45:01.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brewster's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4810425810260177294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863074869892361855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810425810260177294.post-9105769760405891846</id><published>2010-07-02T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:17:03.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Clicked</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting here playing on Facebook when it hits me...I haven't blogged in over a year! I completely forgot about having a blog, among a thousand of other things as well. Not much has happened in the past year. I still teach 3rd grade at Parnell, still married to Jeremy (almost 6 years), still no kiddos, etc... However, Jeremy and I had our house plans drawn, and are slowly, but surely, getting closer to building our dream home. Maybe then we can start towards building our own little family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4810425810260177294-9105769760405891846?l=hollynbrewster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/feeds/9105769760405891846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-clicked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4810425810260177294/posts/default/9105769760405891846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4810425810260177294/posts/default/9105769760405891846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-clicked.html' title='Just Clicked'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863074869892361855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810425810260177294.post-8179526185637004106</id><published>2009-05-15T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:52:30.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled</title><content type='html'>I have to start out saying that I am become spoiled to the whole co-teacher classroom, especially being that I am a first year teacher. Your responsibilities are literally like cut in half, though I think Leslie does the majority of the work (your great by the way), but this week I have found out what it's like for all the rest of you teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Leslie has been writing math curriculum for next year since Tuesday and let's just say that you never know how much you appreciate someone until they're not there. Leslie, if you're reading this, &lt;em&gt;I HEART U&lt;/em&gt;! You make teaching so much easier, and I think I would have gone off my rocker the first week of school if I would have been thrown in a classroom by myself instead of being put in with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found my groove of being by myself today, it would've helped if I had found that Tuesday or Wednesday, but I found it and I feel totally confident that I have instilled &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; knowledge in these kiddos these past few days. Having found my 'groove' and incorporating it with the knowledge I have learned from Leslie, I think I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be 1/2 as good as she is next year. Now, I just have to find some way to be organized, but until then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4810425810260177294-8179526185637004106?l=hollynbrewster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/feeds/8179526185637004106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-without-leslie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4810425810260177294/posts/default/8179526185637004106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4810425810260177294/posts/default/8179526185637004106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-without-leslie.html' title='Spoiled'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863074869892361855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810425810260177294.post-6100225094518646948</id><published>2009-05-06T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:03:51.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Things in Life</title><content type='html'>I hate to quote from songs, but this particular verse makes me step back and realize...&lt;br /&gt;     * "it's funny how it`s the simple things in life that mean the most. Not where you live, what&lt;br /&gt;     you drive, or the price tag on your clothes. There`s no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I`ve&lt;br /&gt;     come to know." * It's pretty cheesy, but it's so true.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things in life that we all take for granted, especially time. We always have time to do the things we want to do like tan, watch TV, read, go shopping, walk, but when it comes &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; to call that special someone, visit your grandmother, rub your husband's feet (yes, I said it), or go to church we suddenly don't have time for that. I have been guilty of all of these things, numerous times to be exact. Sitting here makes me realize that now is the time to be with your family and friends, make that phone call, sit down with your husband and rub his feet. Because tomorrow, you may not have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's Jeremy's grandmother having cancer that has triggered this sudden drive to spend time with my family, or if it's my late MawMaw's birthday that's rapidly approaching that's making me feel this way, but one way or another I have realized that I need to be spending as much time as possible with the one's I love, because (as my Momma puts it) "we don't even have the promise of tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that in mind, make time for that simple phone call, visit with your grandmaw/grandpaw, or massage your husband's feet (that he's been begging for all week), because in the end, it's the simple things in life that mean the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4810425810260177294-6100225094518646948?l=hollynbrewster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/feeds/6100225094518646948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/2009/05/simple-things-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4810425810260177294/posts/default/6100225094518646948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4810425810260177294/posts/default/6100225094518646948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/2009/05/simple-things-in-life.html' title='Simple Things in Life'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863074869892361855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810425810260177294.post-5763630975671484984</id><published>2009-05-05T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:46:40.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>I was recently told "Holly, you need to blog" but I don't have anything to blog about yet, so I stole this survey from Leslie's blog (from back in the day). Iknow, I know, I'm sure I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; think of something, but this is so much easier.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? No, but according to my PawPaw Love I was named after the one and only.....Holly Tree...Who would have ever guessed it?!&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Yesterday, I'm such a baby.&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Mesquite Turkey&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? 21 illegitimate children that I see Monday-Friday. None that go home with me though.&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOURSELF? I would hope so.&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Um...yes.&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? No&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? I would LOVE to.&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Honey Bunches of Oats&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? According to Jeremy, I'm a weakling.&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE ICE-CREAM? Orea&lt;br /&gt;14. RED or PINK? Pink, red makes me feel slutty.&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF? My nose! I hate it...it's the one thing I would have change.&lt;br /&gt;16. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My MawMaw Love. She was the most precious woman I have ever met. She always said "all you need in a home is peace, love, and contentment."  She was so right.&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? I would like for everyone to post this on their blogs!&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Navy blue and brown/bronze.&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? A Payday...&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Classical music and silence...kiddos are at PE.&lt;br /&gt;21. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Turquoise.&lt;br /&gt;22. FAVORITE SMELLS? Honeysuckles and Ponds moisturizer cream (my mawmaw wore this).&lt;br /&gt;23.Who WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Mrs. Gilbert - just called&lt;br /&gt;24. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Well, it wasn't sent to me, rather, I borrowed it from my co-teacher (yes, I like her).&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? NONE! I hate sports.&lt;br /&gt;26. HAIR COLOR? Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;27. EYE COLOR? Hazel&lt;br /&gt;28. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No, but I'm suppose to.&lt;br /&gt;29. FAVORITE FOOD? Mexican&lt;br /&gt;30. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings&lt;br /&gt;31. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? The Wedding Date&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Green, purple, pink, and white striped.&lt;br /&gt;33. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer&lt;br /&gt;34. HUGS OR KISSES? Both - I grew up in a very affectionate family!&lt;br /&gt;35. FAVORITE DESSERT? Mexican Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;36. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;37. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Nothing...I just finished The Host&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Don't have one...&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? Days of Our Lives&lt;br /&gt;41. FAVORITE SOUND? Laughter&lt;br /&gt;42. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? California&lt;br /&gt;44. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I've been told that I can sing, but you couldn't pay me enough money to sing if front of you.&lt;br /&gt;45. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Jasper, Texas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4810425810260177294-5763630975671484984?l=hollynbrewster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/feeds/5763630975671484984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/2009/05/survey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4810425810260177294/posts/default/5763630975671484984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4810425810260177294/posts/default/5763630975671484984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/2009/05/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863074869892361855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810425810260177294.post-4467164360726464567</id><published>2009-04-27T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:09:49.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is SO Monday!</title><content type='html'>I HATE Mondays! I got up at 5:00 and couldn't go back to sleep, so I got up and made brownies for work. I know, I was productive, can  you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to get lucky this morning and one of my little friends would be absent, but he showed up. Isn't that horrible that I feel like that? I love all of my kiddos, but some really work my nerves. They're just excited because Michael Sarver is coming at 2:00 today for a 'pep' talk. How exciting is that?! Can't you just feel my excitement??? Can you feel the sarcasm?! I think I need to go home and wake up on the right side of the bed... Maybe tomorrow will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4810425810260177294-4467164360726464567?l=hollynbrewster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/feeds/4467164360726464567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-so-monday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4810425810260177294/posts/default/4467164360726464567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4810425810260177294/posts/default/4467164360726464567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-so-monday.html' title='It is SO Monday!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863074869892361855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4810425810260177294.post-5271809627762827824</id><published>2009-04-24T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:47:10.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a New Blogger...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I finally created a blog, as you can see. I have absolutely no idea what I am doing. I have always loved to write, so I thought what the hay (plus Leslie kinda talked me into it)? Hopefully, I will blog as often as I can remember, which probably won't be that often. I have horrible memory to only be 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a little on the wild side! I have Relay for Life tonight, my kiddos are extremely talkative, and it's FRIDAY! YAY!! Who wouldn't be excited that it's Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4810425810260177294-5271809627762827824?l=hollynbrewster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/feeds/5271809627762827824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-of-new-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4810425810260177294/posts/default/5271809627762827824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4810425810260177294/posts/default/5271809627762827824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollynbrewster.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-of-new-blogger.html' title='Life of a New Blogger...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00863074869892361855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
