<?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-7987466089491879540</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:41:48.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try this out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-5391101244628306967</id><published>2011-01-06T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:23:04.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>It is a new year where things are definitely new for me.  This is the first time in about 18-19 years that I am not in school.  Graduation last semester was a wake up call that I am getting older which means it is getting closer to the day where I need to start acting like a grown up. This is extremely difficult to understand because I love how my life is.  I love being able to  pack my things up and head to vegas or Brasil and not have to worry about getting fired or people being mad.  I know that this is going to have to stop one day, but a couple more years of it wouldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting this new year out as a college graduate from Weber State and also a Certified Athletic Trainer.  I am still trying to get all of my paperwork in to be "official" but I am still working for my dad.  Some days I like it (such as payday), but most days I find myself just sitting here at the computer thinking of the past.  Thinking of all of the good and bad times I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WNCC was a huge learning experience for me where I met amazing people that I still have friendships with today.  People always ask me how I always get to go to Brasil, and this is how.  All of the amazing Brasilian people that I met at WNCC give me the opportunity to visit them.  All I can say is that I have never had families bring me in and treat me like their own like I have in Brasil.  This last time was one of the best experiences and the pictures are good enough to make me cry and miss all of those amazing people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I enjoyed Weber State it was still nothing like WNCC and it is crazy how fast time goes by.  I remember wanting to go home so bad while I was in Nebraska and as soon as I came home, I wanted to go back.  Times is something that doesn't stop and that was shown to me the hard way.  6 months/one semester a lot can happen and such did as I would come home for break seeing that all the people that I used to hang out with have moved on, have started their own little families.  Don't get me wrong I am very happy for them, and I wish them all the greatest, but it was definitely a hard wake up call.  In the mean time, the friends in Nebraska were awesome. I will have crazy stories to tell for years and pictures and videos to back it all up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess as life goes on we all learn new lessons.  Time is going by so fast that some of these lessons are not easy to pick out until more time passes by.  All I know is that I am a very blessed person for what I have been able to do in my life, and of the many opportunities that will come my way in the future.  Many people have come in and out of my life and each of them have taught me something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to worry about what people may think of you.  The time goes by so fast that its not worth living unhappy and full of regret.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I keep rambling and my grammar is totally shot to hell, but thats why it is my blog.  To be able to write what I want and how I want, right? haha...I guess now that I have so much more time on my hands that I will be able to start blogging more.  I find it a way to help relax me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-5391101244628306967?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/5391101244628306967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=5391101244628306967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/5391101244628306967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/5391101244628306967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-3563632181235710013</id><published>2009-11-24T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:00:35.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress building???</title><content type='html'>Okay so when everyone told me that accelerating in the Athletic Training program is hell I always would say yea right it can't be that hard....now...I am saying to myself "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING????"  Seriously gosh I swear I don't have a life anymore. It is either in class, at clinicals, taking tests, in the library which for the first time in my life I actually have become attached to it seems like, or doing homework...It is crazy..I have about a week left for this semester and still have over 10 tests...seriously this is crazy...But I have surprisingly stayed calm and positive and I think this is really helping me through it all. I just cannot wait for a break.  I miss the days of relaxing and being lazy.  I actually miss the days of being a little kid not having a care in the world.  Where did those days go???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-3563632181235710013?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3563632181235710013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=3563632181235710013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/3563632181235710013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/3563632181235710013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2009/11/stress-building.html' title='Stress building???'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-6550159447369536198</id><published>2009-06-25T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:11:58.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another summer vacation</title><content type='html'>So a couple of weekends ago another one of my Brasilian friends, Lorena, came to visit me.  Well what did we decide to do..LASSSSSSSSSSS VEGASSSSSSSSSS...wow and was it fun we just went and enjoyed ourselves so much...Its nice to just get away and not worry about a thing and just enjoy with one of your good friends. Here are a few pictures of here visit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SkRItcSw5kI/AAAAAAAAANo/yPf2eu_cr_A/s1600-h/pics+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SkRItcSw5kI/AAAAAAAAANo/yPf2eu_cr_A/s320/pics+277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351482202749199938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS MY NEW SHIRT SHE GAVE ME...I LOVED IT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SkRJA_v5-oI/AAAAAAAAANw/4JIY6Y4GGEc/s1600-h/pics+357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SkRJA_v5-oI/AAAAAAAAANw/4JIY6Y4GGEc/s320/pics+357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351482538684185218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST CHILLEN BY THE POOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SkRJTCzC0VI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qjRGzqLDiDY/s1600-h/pics+373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SkRJTCzC0VI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qjRGzqLDiDY/s320/pics+373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351482848740299090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST DRINKIN A LIL MIAMI VICE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SkRJenPQuJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bqGzGKKvZvM/s1600-h/pics+371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SkRJenPQuJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bqGzGKKvZvM/s320/pics+371.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351483047500888210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMM HERE YOU GO AUNT LISA AND MOM hahhahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SkRJr3rHMqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_2je-3IfL2M/s1600-h/DSC05205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SkRJr3rHMqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_2je-3IfL2M/s320/DSC05205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351483275250971298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER OF '69 AT FREMONT STREET...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Vegas we left the day after we came home and went to Scottsbluff...Yes that lovely little town where I spent two years of my life and I can't stay away from this place...I took Lorena there so she could work and to visit a few of the old friends which is always good to see...Judy, my favorite teacher and soccer mom her daughter Aryssa just had a baby boy so I went to go visit the new baby of the family...It was also good to see Gianno another brasilian that I went to school with that is like my grandpa they are all going to come here in august for the fair and we will all go to vegas again...I CANNOT WAITTTTTTTTTTTTT...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and does anyone else think that summer is going by WAY TOO FAST....i think so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-6550159447369536198?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6550159447369536198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=6550159447369536198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/6550159447369536198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/6550159447369536198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-summer-vacation.html' title='Just another summer vacation'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SkRItcSw5kI/AAAAAAAAANo/yPf2eu_cr_A/s72-c/pics+277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-4935087274010805657</id><published>2009-06-02T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:58:28.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>Well lets just say I had a really good weekend...Even though Friday I did not do anything Saturday sure did make up for it..I got a text from my lovely cousin lacie asking me if I wanted to go to the demolition derby with her and the rest of my cousins so of course I said yes.  I went and hurry and bought my ticket and then came back and got ready...We then made our way to a few stores to buy our stock for the night..The night started at 530 with a lovely drink of bananas as we made our way to the derby we moved onto mango...and lets say I had a lot of fun that night...hahaha between laughing and running into a few people from highschool it was a great night I am so happy i finally got out to do something..I don't remember much of the derby itself but i do remember cutting my toe open trying to win a 5 dollar bet....which i lost horribly and suffered getting all of the skin taken off my big toe....Yes it is still tender...and because i was complaining i ended up getting my shin kicked by lacie thank you very much...:P  well 2 bottles of rum down and half a bottle of 99 bananas it was finally a night...When I finally got to go home i realized I accidentally locked myself out of my room...hahahah well since i do not have a way to open it I must climb through my window...well i was not in the best condition so my cute mom helped me and got up the ladder and climbed through my window for me at 1am what a champ hahaha....Well the next day i took my time to recuperate and relax....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A WEEKEND &lt;br /&gt;THANKS EVERYONE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-4935087274010805657?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/4935087274010805657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=4935087274010805657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/4935087274010805657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/4935087274010805657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-5093134404597323847</id><published>2009-05-13T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:58:46.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well just a little bored</title><content type='html'>So I have been working at my dads shop...I have no problem with it, but once I have finished all the work which I usually do quickly I just sit here so I decided to write on my blog...I found something and decided I would fill it out =D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your FIRST prom date? I didn't go to prom...hahahha...was never into those things..&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love? well....I don't think I can answer this one...&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink? hahhahah like I can remember this one...do you count a sip of a drink or a full out drink...hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your FIRST job? well ya see...my first job so something I got paid so I would say that it was when I was the Anatomy and Physiology tutor at WNCC..hahah got paid 6.75 an hour hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your FIRST car? my little cavalier smurfy =D&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today? hmmm i don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;7. Who the FIRST person you thought of this morning? um...probably my dad cause he called me...&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher? Mrs. Sharp..&lt;br /&gt;9. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane? To California&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was your FIRST best friend and do you still talk? oh wow...hmmm..shit i dunno hahhah probably my mom..cute huh..hhaha&lt;br /&gt;11. Where was your FIRST sleepover? Nikki Hufstetler I think...actually that is if it is friend..probably the first was my grandmas..&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today? My dad =D&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time?  I have never been in one..just been to them&lt;br /&gt;14. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning? looked at my phone and said shit...&lt;br /&gt;15. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to? wow i am not sure probably one up at Weber State with my cousins that my grandma got us into for free, a country singer i don't remember his name.&lt;br /&gt;16. FIRST tattoo? flowers on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;17. FIRST piercing? Ears&lt;br /&gt;18. FIRST foreign country you've been to? BRASILLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;19. FIRST movie you remember seeing? That I remember? Probably 101 Dalmations hahaha its the only one popping in my head...&lt;br /&gt;20. When was your FIRST detention? Never I was a nerd...&lt;br /&gt;21. What was the FIRST state you lived in? Oh just Utah&lt;br /&gt;22. Who was your FIRST roommate? Amanda Jane Arrant at WNCC...hahahhah good ole times hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;23. If you had one wish, what would it be? To live a life a pure happiness!!!&lt;br /&gt;24. What is something you would learn if you had the chance? Ball room dancing hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;25. Who do you think will be the next person to post this? oh probably no one hahahha I can't believe I did it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-5093134404597323847?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/5093134404597323847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=5093134404597323847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/5093134404597323847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/5093134404597323847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-just-little-bored.html' title='Well just a little bored'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-3436341921307079282</id><published>2009-05-04T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:23:30.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to cousin Lacie</title><content type='html'>So my dear cousin Lacie has been getting on me to UPDATE my blog...so here I am updating it just for her..We had a family BBQ/Cancun day because our parents trip to Cancun was canceled due to the swine flu crap..So we all got to go to Cancun at my aunts house..We decorated it had our food, flowers, and our beverages. The night started early...hahahah and it ended really late...or should i say early the next morning...Here are just a few pictures of the nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf9NbDcQfnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4Cw0W8c96Pc/s1600-h/IMG_2871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf9NbDcQfnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4Cw0W8c96Pc/s320/IMG_2871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332065611005591154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the beginning of the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf9No_8s8zI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SQuE00tc7w0/s1600-h/IMG_2872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf9No_8s8zI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SQuE00tc7w0/s320/IMG_2872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332065850586100530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and cousin lacie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf9OEpMHfYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-IY6rhNQE9Q/s1600-h/IMG_2874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf9OEpMHfYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/-IY6rhNQE9Q/s320/IMG_2874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332066325513076098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my dear mother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf9OT_gL8EI/AAAAAAAAANA/jPAfwGyM_Bo/s1600-h/IMG_2875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf9OT_gL8EI/AAAAAAAAANA/jPAfwGyM_Bo/s320/IMG_2875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332066589200871490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the family..well some of them...and cute little jayce..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-3436341921307079282?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3436341921307079282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=3436341921307079282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/3436341921307079282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/3436341921307079282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dedicated-to-cousin-lacie.html' title='Dedicated to cousin Lacie'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf9NbDcQfnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4Cw0W8c96Pc/s72-c/IMG_2871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-891177507767822753</id><published>2009-04-10T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:55:10.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Life is too short to stay unhappy for every minute we are unhappy is a minute of lost time that we will never get back....These are the times of our lives to try and enjoy everything and not let things bring us down...Life is too short to stay unhappy….We are who we are and if people cannot accept it then it is their fault...We cannot change who we are or else it will not be us...Adaptation is something that is a part of who we are as human beings....For which we adapt for every environment that we are in....We live our lives as chameleons and have the personality to change daily...Each day brings on a new challenge in which we must fight head on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end we might be standing there alone or most of us will be standing there with the support of family and friends that no matter what will never leave us….We learn as we go of course we all make mistakes but that is why no one is perfect…People may think we change but maybe they have created this image that they believe to be true….We will never know the mysteries of life and why we act the way we do, but why think of this? Why think so much? Thinking too much can lead to worrying and can lead to a life of unhappiness….Life is something too precious that we only get once in a lifetime….We must cherish this because it is our one time to make a dent in history…Each of us may not make it in a book, but we are able to do more than just be in a book….We can do something amazing that will never leave the minds and hearts of people….For people will remember long after we are gone and miss us terribly for the kind of person we were and the things that we did…We all have the opportunity to become legends and heroes…There are people that enter our lives everyday..Some stay longer than others and some have more significant than others…But we cannot be obsessed about how many of these people enter because it just happens….Everything happens for a reason even though we might not know what the reason is at that moment we will find out…We must open our world up to see the things that might not be noticeable on the outside…By opening our mind and our world we might be able to see the greatest things on earth and the greatest side of each person…Just because a person may look different than us on the outside does not mean they are not a great person or they are not like us….We must give each person the chance to show their true colors…Taking the lessons that we learn each day will help us to develop our character….We cannot judge because who are we to say that we are right…We are only one person with a point of view…We must learn to live our life and enjoy every minute because we never know when this will be taken away from us…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-891177507767822753?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/891177507767822753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=891177507767822753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/891177507767822753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/891177507767822753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2009/04/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title=''/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-1395927749155628275</id><published>2009-03-21T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:14:41.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURE TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVi_18ps2I/AAAAAAAAALg/rrAfcJKNCCI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;hahahah so while Engers was here we decided we wanted to go take friend pictures. So our dear friend Amanda wants to be a photographer so we took out the trekking tripod and took pictures out at antelope island. By the time we were done it was freezing cold but I don't think they turned out too bad...here are a few of them...it was so funny....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVi_18ps2I/AAAAAAAAALg/rrAfcJKNCCI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVi_18ps2I/AAAAAAAAALg/rrAfcJKNCCI/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315763784133489506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVmYK2D91I/AAAAAAAAAMY/RaEpeuHK30E/s1600-h/pics+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVmYK2D91I/AAAAAAAAAMY/RaEpeuHK30E/s320/pics+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315767500594739026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVmTte5t3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fAH8o8axlh8/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVmTte5t3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fAH8o8axlh8/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315767423993493362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVmIf0-QMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NHwUSe40SMU/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVmIf0-QMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NHwUSe40SMU/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315767231349407938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVkGhexEgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/RNGBqP5tXfM/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVkGhexEgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/RNGBqP5tXfM/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315764998410146306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVkBZA_W_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/GmY4NDu8MlU/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVkBZA_W_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/GmY4NDu8MlU/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315764910238424050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVj9xuK-BI/AAAAAAAAALw/YvkhLF3z_f0/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVj9xuK-BI/AAAAAAAAALw/YvkhLF3z_f0/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315764848150902802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVjnnaDo-I/AAAAAAAAALo/OCZBw2in7Ok/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVjnnaDo-I/AAAAAAAAALo/OCZBw2in7Ok/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315764467425059810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVi_18ps2I/AAAAAAAAALg/rrAfcJKNCCI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVi_18ps2I/AAAAAAAAALg/rrAfcJKNCCI/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315763784133489506" 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/7987466089491879540-1395927749155628275?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/1395927749155628275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=1395927749155628275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/1395927749155628275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/1395927749155628275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-time.html' title='PICTURE TIME'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/ScVi_18ps2I/AAAAAAAAALg/rrAfcJKNCCI/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-4500148550924257807</id><published>2009-03-17T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:16:28.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>Time is going by so fast, and I have been so busy with school and things that I have not been able to write and update about what is going on.  So since I decided to skip out on class I can finally write a little about what is going on.  Well March is going by so fast and it has been a very eventful time. I have turned 21 finally and I have been enjoying my time quite well..hahaha...But my friend from England decided to surprise me for my birthday it was so awesome we have been doing a lot and we even went back to good ole Scottsbluff Nebraska.. hahahah I just can't stay away from that place. Most the people I was so close with are gone but I have made new ones along the way.  Freaken Brasilians I am serious...I don't know what it is about them but they are so fun to be around...Anyways. My birthday was a very very very nice time and I thank everyone who participated hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for school to be over with for the summer because I am so exhausted and need a break hahahhah..Actually I just want it to be over so that I don't have to panic so much about stupid pharmacology...I hate that subject...it is so stupid :(....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will try to get on this bandwagon once again and continue to post ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-4500148550924257807?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/4500148550924257807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=4500148550924257807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/4500148550924257807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/4500148550924257807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-6540764075989063635</id><published>2009-01-10T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:46:05.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again school has started.......</title><content type='html'>Yes it is the start of a fantastic Spring semester...As I dread everyday I realize that I only have school on Tuesday and Thursday but it is all day long... What to do with my other days in life..Get a job..yea maybe that would be a good idea but of course our economy sucks and along with the whole state everyone is trying to find a job or trying to keep their job from layoffs...Then I decide thank goodness my dad owns his own business so I can help out every chance I can get...Pocket change is what I live off now as I watch my use to be very nice savings account dwindle down every time I want to have a little fun....&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot of past and future and I realized that holy cow I am almost 21, freak that means I am like almost 1/4 over with my life....It is so crazy....But life moves on even when we do not want it to...I am going to enjoy my life as long as I can...Which means I definitely do not want any attachments so now every you can stop asking me if I am dating anyone cause that answer is a big fat no..haha...I have the total opposite views to my fellow young friends that think dating, marriage, and children is the way to go now..I assure you things are not like that haha..Of course I know it is nice to have someone so I am not saying that it is bad to have that...And I hope the best for all of you...Just thought that I would make that clear before I get myself into trouble haha...But I am someone that likes to travel and have fun and I realized this a lot with my trip out of the country...And I am looking forward to more  :).....&lt;br /&gt;Really random blog but thought I would just jot down some of my feelings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-6540764075989063635?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6540764075989063635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=6540764075989063635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/6540764075989063635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/6540764075989063635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-again-school-has-started.html' title='Once again school has started.......'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-2345369103933421114</id><published>2009-01-02T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:14:30.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>So I told myself that I would right a blog for everyday after the new year.....Basically like usual I never do what I say so here I am a day late....bummer....hahah well at least I am getting to it now so I don't feel so bad...and I do not know how many of you actually read what I write....First of all for the New Year I would like to thank the inventor of the Nintendo Wii...Without this lovely device I do not know what I would be doing without it....Hahaha and either would my family....We get into pretty intense tennis matches...hahaha....Yesterday I was at my aunts house playing wii and I brought over my new lovely rockband 2 and we were all playing it forever....I was laughing so hard at my cousins lovely singing voice....he rocks!!!!  Well then we decide it would be funny if I sang.....OKAY BAD CHOICE NUMBER ONE......Lets say my mom spent the money that should have been for my singing lessons on probably a new pair of socks I am so bad...hahahha.....but the whole point is to have fun...and I am surprised what I did without a little "liquid courage" hahha.   well then I looked at the clock and I was late for my dodgeball game...Good thing there house is close...So I sped there.....OH MY HELL.....I have NEVER been so upset at a dodgeball game....We played a bunch of wannabe superstars......Okay they were pretty good I am not going to lie...But they had 10 players we had 8 and two are pregnant!!!!! But they are awesome......Man my anger along with Heather's we dominated and kicked that teams ASS......wow I was going to punch some people in the esophagus..But the game ended thank goodness cause it was going to get really ugly and I am afraid the next time we play them it will get worse....Usually dodgeball is fun but this was a whole different level....I am surprised I didn't have people waiting for me in the parking lot with some of the things I was saying....Thank you mom for not showing up...hahahha ;) but it was an excellent start to a year that is going to full of fun and energy......ROCK ON!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-2345369103933421114?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/2345369103933421114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=2345369103933421114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/2345369103933421114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/2345369103933421114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-8503527670641767359</id><published>2008-12-08T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:42:02.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodgeball</title><content type='html'>Okay so now that I cannot play soccer anymore I have come up with a new sport in my life that I love so much......DODGEBALL....hahah it is so much fun...I am playing on two teams...One team on Monday's (Stylin) and the other team is on Thursdays(Willabies)...For me it is just so much fun and whether I win or lose I still have fun and cannot stop laughing....One reason is because I know that I am not the best player but I try. Actually I was informed by one of my teammates that I throw like a girl, thanks Haulee!!!! But I am still protecting my knee so I just play whatever way that I can and not hurt myself!!! But I love it so much it is so much fun...&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all that I have to say right now....hahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-8503527670641767359?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/8503527670641767359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=8503527670641767359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/8503527670641767359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/8503527670641767359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2008/12/dodgeball.html' title='Dodgeball'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-2245260099418938889</id><published>2008-11-13T17:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:31:16.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag...I'm it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Go to your pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Upload the 4th picture from the 4th folder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Post (explain?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Tag your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be scary because I am not on my laptop that has all of my own pictures.....So lets see what I come up with hahah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268319334924411282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SRzUhbl94ZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/u2Yw9QTf4zg/s320/soc.BMP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah.....Well lets see, that is me in the white with the lovely yellow brace on my knee....I was playing in a game against Barton I think.  Looks like I totally schooled this girl, but what is new...hahah jk...but That is pretty much it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amber and Heather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-2245260099418938889?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/2245260099418938889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=2245260099418938889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/2245260099418938889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/2245260099418938889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagim-it.html' title='Tag...I&apos;m it....'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SRzUhbl94ZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/u2Yw9QTf4zg/s72-c/soc.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-3018601722245500257</id><published>2008-11-04T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:41:21.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bulldog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SREVzp98jDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cSTI-sgQnnU/s1600-h/DSC04712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265013416556006450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SREVzp98jDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cSTI-sgQnnU/s320/DSC04712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my mom got this dog in like March...He is a monster...He chews on everything...I just thought I would share a picture of him. I wish I could get a recent one he is much bigger and his underbite has gotten worse..hahah....His name is Tucker...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-3018601722245500257?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3018601722245500257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=3018601722245500257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/3018601722245500257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/3018601722245500257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-bulldog.html' title='My bulldog'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SREVzp98jDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/cSTI-sgQnnU/s72-c/DSC04712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-6106756801602777450</id><published>2008-11-04T13:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:32:46.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 Fears&lt;br /&gt;1. Death&lt;br /&gt;2. Being alone&lt;br /&gt;3. Letting the people that I love down&lt;br /&gt;4. The dark&lt;br /&gt;5. Edward Scissorhands.......One of the main reasons I will not be alone in the dark...I can just imagine him chasing me to cut me....it gives me the chills just thinking about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Joys&lt;br /&gt;1. My friends&lt;br /&gt;2. Being around all my family and doing things with them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Snowmobiling/boating those kind of things&lt;br /&gt;4. Playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;5. Traveling and seeing the world especially Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 obsessions/collections&lt;br /&gt;1. Oh man I think music is a big obsession I have always had&lt;br /&gt;2. watching movies....I love them&lt;br /&gt;3. I have decided I want to start collecting money from everywhere that I go. That is other countries!&lt;br /&gt;4. Taking pictures...I have to take pictures with everything because maybe one day I will have Alzheimer's and not remember a thing&lt;br /&gt;5. I am starting to think I am getting an obsession with tattoos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 surprising facts about you&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate getting in trouble...I know that is stupid but serious I worry way to much!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. I do absolutely nothing with my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;3. hahaha I can fix pretty much anything....does not matter if it needs glue, touch up, sewing, hahah I can do it all.&lt;br /&gt;4. I am really really really afraid of the dark....&lt;br /&gt;5. I might be moving to Florida to go play soccer again with one of my friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-6106756801602777450?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6106756801602777450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=6106756801602777450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/6106756801602777450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/6106756801602777450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-fears-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-5936234476421731898</id><published>2008-10-29T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:49:40.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom teeth</title><content type='html'>Only one word for this topic....OVERRATED.....I was complained about the teeth coming in but if I knew the pain I would have getting them out I would not mind chewing on my cheek every once in awhile.  On top of the I get this lovely cold.  I am on antibiotics I am not suppose to get sick.  Anyways I get sick and feel like crap.  Today is hte first day I have made it to school the WHOLE day and I have this lovely yellow bruise on the side of my face.  Totally attractive might I add.  Then I cough cough and cough.  Really do I have this bad of luck???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-5936234476421731898?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/5936234476421731898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=5936234476421731898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/5936234476421731898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/5936234476421731898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2008/10/wisdom-teeth.html' title='wisdom teeth'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-3343144998805262543</id><published>2008-10-25T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:42:03.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KNEES</title><content type='html'>So I have finally decided to write about something that is seriously bothering me. For those who know me they know that I went o Nebraska to play college soccer. Well my first year ended out marvelous. Holding 2 school records, MVP, and being a national ranked player my first year. Things were going perfect for me until I came home for spring break and decided to play indoor soccer. There were 3 minutes left in the game and I tried to school this boy. Well in return it was me that suffered a huge blow. I tore my ACL, that is the ligament on the inside of your knee that pretty much is the most important ligament and keeps your knee from giving out. Well I ended up having surgery in April for it so that I could play during the next soccer season. This is a lovely picture how that ended up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261267503095099234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SQPG6y5KL2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/J68ijTkeYVA/s200/DSCN0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Well I came back to play with this lovely little brace that I called bumble bee. hahah transformers just came out. Here is the lovely picture of that. I had to keep spraying it with teflon spray because it was squeaking. hahah&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261268479621984274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SQPHzovT8BI/AAAAAAAAAIM/eAYMRXVBwlo/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I played that year and it was going pretty good. Did not do as good as I did my first year but I was fine with it because I really was not suppose to be playing as soon as I did. So I went throughout the season without major knee problems. I then had to figure out where I was going to go next. I was talking with several different coaches but in February I went down to Canyon, Texas to try out for West Texas A&amp;amp;M. That place was not very pretty hahah...But while trying out I felt that same pop. I was freaking out and not very happy. I thought that I tore my acl again. My knee swelled up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261271688497683042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SQPKuau5WmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yn7bBLmMLEA/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so upset because I came back home and got an MRI and the worst thing that could of happened showed up on the results. The said that I had re-torn my acl. I went all summer long without going to the doctors because I wanted to go to Brasil so I was not worried much about going to the doctor real soon. Well I have been sitting out of everything because without an ACL you cannot do much. I finally went to the doctor a couple of weeks ago and he told me something that lifted my spirits. He does not believe that I tore it. He told me that everything on the MRI says i should have torn it but he feels stability and can see a few striations of my acl on the MRI. So he told me to exercise and come back in a month. This is such great news because I am dying to play again. If everything goes well I think I am going to get out of this state again and go play. It is the one thing that makes me happy and I am not too bad at it. I am working on going to play with one of my friends from Brasil who is still playing at my old school. I am still confused and a little upset about this knee issue because I have sat out of a lot of things because I believed it was torn, but I guess God has his ways of teaching us all. I cannot wait to play again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-3343144998805262543?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3343144998805262543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=3343144998805262543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/3343144998805262543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/3343144998805262543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2008/10/knees.html' title='KNEES'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/SQPG6y5KL2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/J68ijTkeYVA/s72-c/DSCN0869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-2183485740106909364</id><published>2008-09-15T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:23:09.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends..</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend made me think a lot.  As I had nothing to do on Saturaday I went to the movies with my mom.  Thats right with my mom.  As we passed the millions of young teenagers all paired up with their dates I am walking in with my mom and I was not ashamed at all.  I love my mom and It was so much fun.  She is one of the funniest ladies that I have ever met, and I don't mind that all I do is stay home every day, every weekend to spend time with her and the rest of my family.  Because I know soon once everyone else gets married they are all that I have.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-2183485740106909364?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/2183485740106909364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=2183485740106909364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/2183485740106909364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/2183485740106909364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekends.html' title='Weekends..'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-4687216560375098720</id><published>2008-09-11T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:58:45.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life......</title><content type='html'>I am having a lot of thoughts lately, and it is starting to drive me nuts.  Why does everything have to be so complicated?  I spent pretty much two years of my life away from home and I loved it.  You would think that moving back home would be even better since I am with my family, but it is not perfect.  I miss the people I went to school with.  My brasilian friends, the boys from Ecuador, and everyone else I have met.  Life is crazy I feel like all of that came and left so quickly.  Its like that Kenny Chesney song "Don't Blink".  It is so crazy how it is so true.  Life is going so quick and there is nothing that can be done.  I am 20 years old and I still feel like I am younger.  Everyone is getting married, but I am still wanting to travel and have fun with my life.  I am no where close to settling down, and I am definitely not looking forward to it.  I went to Brasil during the summer and I cannot wait to go back. I miss the people that I met there so much.  When I went there they acted as though they have known me for my whole life.  I love it.  I just wish America was the same. Instead of living our own lives to the fullest we are too worried about what we look like, what people think about us, and what is going to come in the future. &lt;br /&gt;      Now that I am back there is nothing to do and no one to do anything with.  I just wish things were more like Brasil.   I just Americans can get over their insecurities and just live and have fun.  Well that is enough of my rambling for now........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-4687216560375098720?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/4687216560375098720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=4687216560375098720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/4687216560375098720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/4687216560375098720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2008/09/life.html' title='life......'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-6917785177142970476</id><published>2008-09-05T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:39:43.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLASS SCHEDULE</title><content type='html'>So I have officially decided my schedule sucks...to much time between classes, and I just live way to far away...But this is how my schedule is ( mostly this is for Amber heheh) Monday: intro to athletic training 12:00-12:50; Tuesday: Eval and care of lower extremities 7:00AM-8:20AM(do not know what the hell I was thinking) and Intro to fiction 11:30-12:45; Wednesday: intro to athletic training 12:00-12:50 and Intro to Film 4:30-7:30;  Then thursday: Eval and care of lower extremities 7:00AM-8:20AM(do not know what the hell I was thinking) and Intro to fiction 11:30-12:45.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-6917785177142970476?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/6917785177142970476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=6917785177142970476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/6917785177142970476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/6917785177142970476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2008/09/class-schedule.html' title='CLASS SCHEDULE'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-3130688607514860324</id><published>2008-08-28T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:54:06.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of school</title><content type='html'>Okay.  There went my first week of school.  Lucky me I have an easy schedule.  All I can say is that my intro to Fiction class drives me nuts.  One because I don't read and two because when I finally read and do the assignment that we are suppose to talk about in class everyone totally goes off the subject and talks about movies.  Hellooooooooooo go to intro to film......I was totally lost we went from talking about books to why movies are good.  So what did I do...I sat in my stupid ass desk that was uncomfortable and ate my smarties.  I have no idea what went on, but it is still pretty interesting.  Oh well I guess I am just a structured kind of person.  Also, I am a dumb ass.  I have class Tuesday and Thursday at 7 AM!!!!!   and I live like 30 minutes away....I do not know how I am going to make it but well I am going to give it a try.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my other classes are pretty much easy, and I really need to watch Pocahontas for my history class.....I do not have it....That could be a problem, but I think I will be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after a successful week of school now comes the weekend....BLAHHHHHHHHHHHH...yea I know everyone gets exciting for that part, but not me....What are my plans....well pretty much nothing....oh wait...there is a Brazilian festival Saturday...I might go to that...but really do not have anyone to go with....Blasted friends and decided to get married...What is that honestly...jk...well hope they are all happy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-3130688607514860324?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/3130688607514860324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=3130688607514860324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/3130688607514860324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/3130688607514860324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-week-of-school.html' title='First Week of school'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987466089491879540.post-2825163396419473718</id><published>2008-08-26T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:16:35.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting out new again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you would think after two years of college at a smaller school that I would have everything figured out?  Well that is totally wrong.  My first two days of school have many thoughts going into my head.  Why are all of us here?  Who decided that we must take certaing classes for a certain degree.  Also I think that it is stupid I graduate with an associates degree and I am still behind in school because I have other classes that are required for an associates.  This is bull.  I work my ass of and I still have to work my ass off.  There are so many levels of the same class..Why do people get to decide if my class that I took is good enough???  This is just nonsense and makes me angry..but oh well what can I do???? NOTHING thats what just show up to school everyday taking my planned out 3 year plan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well also I am still getting use to this blogging stuff so give me some time and I will continue to add...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987466089491879540-2825163396419473718?l=breperkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/feeds/2825163396419473718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987466089491879540&amp;postID=2825163396419473718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/2825163396419473718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987466089491879540/posts/default/2825163396419473718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breperkes.blogspot.com/2008/08/starting-out-new-again.html' title='Starting out new again.....'/><author><name>Bre Perkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03284786299108404815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nouV_DJLacg/Sf_ItEKT8II/AAAAAAAAANI/ytTAIQfIFEs/S220/IMG_2763+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
