<?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-4124809556471117558</id><updated>2011-05-03T06:31:53.674-07:00</updated><category term='Comics'/><category term='spider'/><title type='text'>The Man Cave OR Sports.com OR Pretty Princess</title><subtitle type='html'>We have not one, but three, yes I said three, blogs in-one. This blog will talk about Video games, Sports, Pretty princesses and special events. 

Also this blog will be randomly updated every week. By randomly I mean we will not update it at a certain time on a certain day. We will update it sometime during the week. So check regularly.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-5705109469479801418</id><published>2008-11-05T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:40:58.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spider'/><title type='text'>Big Spider</title><content type='html'>Found in our yard today.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/SRIjsiBzL_I/AAAAAAAAFEc/Gw7tJ3fmamM/s1600-h/IMGP2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265310162305101810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/SRIjsiBzL_I/AAAAAAAAFEc/Gw7tJ3fmamM/s320/IMGP2054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Correction!!  Jaden, a junior arachnologist who is also a &lt;a href="http://www.adhddiet.com/"&gt;Feingold&lt;/a&gt; friend,  said that he doesn't think it's a black widow. He called it a "yellow garden orb weaver".  He assures me that you have no need to be afraid of it. They aren't poisonous and it won't bite you.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is from Mom--Thanks, Jaden, but I'm still scared to death over it!  :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="widow" name="widow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BLACK WIDOWS GENUS: Latrodectus Black Widows, with their shiny black bodies and bright red markings, are probably our most distinctive cobweb spiders. Below left is a female black widow. The male is below right. Males have a more vibrant pattern on their abdomen than females, with many red and white spots. Male black widow spiders are rarely encountered, and are not known to bite humans. There are two species of black widow found in Kentucky, the Northern and Southern Black Widow. Both species have shiny black bodies with red markings, and both are in the genus Latrodectus. Black widows are fairly large cobweb spiders, with body lengths up to about 1/2."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-5705109469479801418?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/5705109469479801418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=5705109469479801418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/5705109469479801418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/5705109469479801418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2008/11/male-black-widow.html' title='Big Spider'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/SRIjsiBzL_I/AAAAAAAAFEc/Gw7tJ3fmamM/s72-c/IMGP2054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-4023303431328068403</id><published>2008-06-17T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T06:51:53.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><title type='text'>For Uncle Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/SFfBSZY1oMI/AAAAAAAAC9k/rTjznaTqkM8/s1600-h/uncle+charlietas080617.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212847615501508802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/SFfBSZY1oMI/AAAAAAAAC9k/rTjznaTqkM8/s400/uncle+charlietas080617.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-4023303431328068403?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/4023303431328068403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=4023303431328068403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/4023303431328068403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/4023303431328068403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-uncle-charlie.html' title='For Uncle Charlie'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/SFfBSZY1oMI/AAAAAAAAC9k/rTjznaTqkM8/s72-c/uncle+charlietas080617.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-222044614991460973</id><published>2008-04-15T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:10:12.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Punctuation Mark Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An Exclamation Point&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT is an Exclamation Point!!!!!!!!!!  This describes him pretty well.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/exclamation.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bundle of... well, something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're often a bundle of joy, passion, or drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're loud, brash, and outgoing. If you think it, you say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not the quiet type, you really don't keep a lot to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're lively and inspiring. People love to be around your energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But they do secretly worry that you'll spill their secrets without even realizing it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You excel in: Public speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along best with: the Dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Punctuation Mark Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-222044614991460973?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/222044614991460973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=222044614991460973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/222044614991460973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/222044614991460973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-kind-of-punctuation-mark-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Punctuation Mark Are You?'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-8540353525318352141</id><published>2008-04-04T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:14:30.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is a how-to guide for photoshop elements 6.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R_ZhJy45bYI/AAAAAAAACaQ/Sajuf-WhC9s/s1600-h/April-fools-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185438841870839170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R_ZhJy45bYI/AAAAAAAACaQ/Sajuf-WhC9s/s320/April-fools-2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I guess you saw my mom's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; fool's joke about us adopting again, some of you wanted to know how I did it so I'm posting a guide on how-to make funny faces in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What you need: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Adobe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; elements 6.0 or higher. (about $75 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two or more pictures of a family member with about the same lighting. (so parts of the face aren't brighter than the other.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the photos we used. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you notice Luci's head is slightly turned, try to avoid that if possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185426455185157474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R_ZV4y45bWI/AAAAAAAACaA/Qe6Aidx5ALI/s320/IMGP2878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These pictures all have about the same lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185426450890190162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R_ZV4i45bVI/AAAAAAAACZ4/QiR4_GqNlJc/s320/IMGP2882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My dads picture was taken in another room but the lighting is still almost the same as the pictures above.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185426459480124786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R_ZV5C45bXI/AAAAAAAACaI/rm_as-U-U54/s320/funny+c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to do it: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. When you bring up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; it will ask you what you want to do, click the "EDIT" option, it will also ask you if you want to register just choose the register later option. Upload your pictures into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Choose the face you want to use as your main face. (In the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; fool's joke we used Luci's face as the main background face.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; lets do the eyes first, lets use my dads eyes. Choose his picture and then look at the tools on the upper left, there is a tool that looks like a rectangular dotted line, if you highlight it its called the Rectangular marquee tool. Highlight one of his eyes, (It doesn't matter if you highlight a big section I'll tell you how to fix that later.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. One of the eyes should have a moving dotted line going around it. Select the moving tool, it looks like a black or grey cursor at the top of the tools section. What you do now is drag and drop the eye onto the main picture. (In our case its Luci's picture.) You might be thinking, "This doesn't look like what I saw on Susan's blog, it just looks like I put part of a picture on top of another!", Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; true all you did was put one picture on top of another. If you want me to tell you how to do the rest then call 900-555-4454 and you can order &lt;strong&gt;Bryan's awesome&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;skillz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for only 3 payments of $19.95!!! But order in the next 10 minutes and it only costs $65.95!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Just kidding, what you do next is move the picture over Luci's actual eye and select the eraser tool, its near the bottom. No this won't erase Luci's picture but it will erase the extra part of the copied eye, so erase all the parts of the eye that you don't need.  You can stretch and skew the eye so it fits correctly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; basically it, just follow the previous steps for the rest of the body parts!  Our finished picture is at the top of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-8540353525318352141?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/8540353525318352141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=8540353525318352141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/8540353525318352141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/8540353525318352141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-is-how-to-guide-for-photoshop.html' title='Here is a how-to guide for photoshop elements 6.0'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R_ZhJy45bYI/AAAAAAAACaQ/Sajuf-WhC9s/s72-c/April-fools-2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-2068116626403997923</id><published>2008-02-16T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:18:51.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do they call them "Archers?"</title><content type='html'>My Theory is because the arrows make an arch in the air.  The bow is shaped like an arch, too.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R7eJ9vlHa8I/AAAAAAAAB1U/i9sWo691IGc/s1600-h/robin+hood+from+boldoutlaw.com+flynn4a%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167750791268101058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R7eJ9vlHa8I/AAAAAAAAB1U/i9sWo691IGc/s320/robin+hood+from+boldoutlaw.com+flynn4a%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We looked it up on &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/archer"&gt;dictionary.com &lt;/a&gt;and that's what they said, too.  My friend Clay gave me a toy bow and arrow set and I've been driving my mom nuts with it.  It's a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This image is from boldoutlaw.com. Mom says this is Errol Flynn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-2068116626403997923?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/2068116626403997923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=2068116626403997923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/2068116626403997923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/2068116626403997923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-do-they-call-them-archers.html' title='Why do they call them &quot;Archers?&quot;'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R7eJ9vlHa8I/AAAAAAAAB1U/i9sWo691IGc/s72-c/robin+hood+from+boldoutlaw.com+flynn4a%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-1332001504205853465</id><published>2008-02-16T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:38:08.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch at the Palace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R7dQbvlHa6I/AAAAAAAAB1E/8GSb8I1Bw6c/s1600-h/JT+date+2+15+08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167687534989765538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R7dQbvlHa6I/AAAAAAAAB1E/8GSb8I1Bw6c/s400/JT+date+2+15+08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom took me to the PALACE, and I got gumbo.  It makes my mom sick to see me eat the craw-dads in the gumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad had to babysit Luci in his office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-1332001504205853465?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/1332001504205853465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=1332001504205853465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/1332001504205853465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/1332001504205853465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2008/02/lunch-at-palace.html' title='Lunch at the Palace'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R7dQbvlHa6I/AAAAAAAAB1E/8GSb8I1Bw6c/s72-c/JT+date+2+15+08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-275184304149239222</id><published>2008-01-26T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:04:26.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R5tjoS3bdMI/AAAAAAAABrc/FvYSsl31680/s1600-h/static+b+1+20+08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159827341993276610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R5tjoS3bdMI/AAAAAAAABrc/FvYSsl31680/s320/static+b+1+20+08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Luci decided that she wanted to write today so here she goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nynnmmmmmmrtnnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Bryan and I'm Luci I'm going to ask you a few questions and I need you to answer them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What is your favorite soup?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Um that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What is your favorite movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Um that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What are yo doing right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Um daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What type of tricycle is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Um its pink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What is your favorite thing to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q.What else do you like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. J.T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What about me, don't you like me too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What is your favorite dress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Yes, that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What's your favorite TV show?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Luci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What's your favorite food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Grape juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What is your favorite drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What is your favorite thing to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Church, church, church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. Anything else you want to tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. Ok then what do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. A princess. You, you, your the prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok thank you Luci, I think we all learned something about you today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, everything Luci said up there is exact, I didn't change any of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-275184304149239222?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/275184304149239222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=275184304149239222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/275184304149239222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/275184304149239222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2008/01/luci-decided-that-she-wanted-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R5tjoS3bdMI/AAAAAAAABrc/FvYSsl31680/s72-c/static+b+1+20+08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-1717603890172367919</id><published>2008-01-24T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:16:58.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look At My Muscles!</title><content type='html'>I'm in a musical at church called &lt;em&gt;Power.&lt;/em&gt;  I play Erik von Strongman, a muscleman like Arnold Schwarzenegger.  This is my costume.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R5kN2S3bc7I/AAAAAAAABpU/_Shw75FG5A4/s1600-h/JT+as+Erik+b+jan+24+08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159170074558034866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R5kN2S3bc7I/AAAAAAAABpU/_Shw75FG5A4/s320/JT+as+Erik+b+jan+24+08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R5kN2i3bc8I/AAAAAAAABpc/WHW99TS1L4g/s1600-h/JT+as+Erik+jan+24+08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159170078853002178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R5kN2i3bc8I/AAAAAAAABpc/WHW99TS1L4g/s320/JT+as+Erik+jan+24+08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-1717603890172367919?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/1717603890172367919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=1717603890172367919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/1717603890172367919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/1717603890172367919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2008/01/look-at-my-muscles.html' title='Look At My Muscles!'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R5kN2S3bc7I/AAAAAAAABpU/_Shw75FG5A4/s72-c/JT+as+Erik+b+jan+24+08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-4015204001015168000</id><published>2008-01-15T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:04:35.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Time!</title><content type='html'>Today Luci and I made a short film. The Battle of the Super Princess'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly in the movie, Luci lost, BUT! Luci has decided that she wants to be in a actual movie, you can read the script below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Code:&lt;br /&gt;Pink: Princess&lt;br /&gt;Blue: Prince&lt;br /&gt;Light Blue: Evil step sister&lt;br /&gt;Green: Inatimate Objects&lt;br /&gt;White: Camera and script support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Scene 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Princess: I must go to the ball! But I don’t have a pretty dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Change camera angle]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Magic wall, give me what I need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[The Princess goes through the wall, and when she comes out the other side she will have a pretty dress.]&lt;br /&gt;[End Scene]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Scene 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Prince: Get ready the ball will start in 15 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Camera pans around the Prince]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Scene changes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Princess: Get in the carriage quick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[The Princess gets into the 2007 Honda Odyssey.]&lt;br /&gt;[The carriage goes really fast]&lt;br /&gt;[End Scene]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Scene 3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Prince: Ok here come the guests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Scene changes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Princess: We’ve got to hurry! Run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Scene changes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[The Prince welcomes the guests]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Prince: Welcome, welcome, welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Scene changes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Princess: Hurry, their closing the doors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[The Princess barely gets through the doors]&lt;br /&gt;[End scene]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Scene 4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[The camera pans around the Prince showing the Princess running up the walkway]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Prince: Welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Princess: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[The Prince and Princess are talking, then a there is a beeping noise]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Clock: BEEP BEEP, BEEP BEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[The clock shows 12:00]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Princess: I’ve got to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Scene changes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Prince: What, where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Scene changes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Princess: I’ve just got to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[The Princess runs off and the Prince follows but finds her slipper on the ground]&lt;br /&gt;[End scene]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Scene 5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[The Princess is at home crying]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Princess: I will never see him again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[There is a knock on the door]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Door: Knock, knock, knock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Prince: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Princess: Who is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Prince: It is I, the Prince, I am looking all over the city to find my Princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Evil step sister: Humph, I bet he’s here for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[The step sister opens the door]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hello, I think you have my slipper!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Prince: You don’t look the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Evil step sister: Well I am the same! Humph!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[The step sister sits in a chair and tries the slipper on]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Prince: I’m sorry but I don’t think it fits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Evil step sister: It does and it will! Why the nerve!! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Prince: Does anyone else live here besides you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Evil step sister: No! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Princess: Um, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[The Princess sits down and tries the slipper on]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Prince: It fits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Princess: It fits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Evil step sister: Ugh? It, it, fits!? Ugh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[End scene]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Scene 6]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[The Prince and the Princess drive off and live happily ever after]&lt;br /&gt;[Camera is in the car]&lt;br /&gt;[Change camera angle]&lt;br /&gt;[Camera watches the carriage go down the street]&lt;br /&gt;[End scene]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the script! I hope you like it. I put the colors on the actual script to so it would be easier to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-4015204001015168000?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/4015204001015168000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=4015204001015168000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/4015204001015168000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/4015204001015168000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2008/01/princess-time.html' title='Princess Time!'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-1355351053808991202</id><published>2008-01-14T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:50:00.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your favorite cheese</title><content type='html'>If you selected 'Other' in the cheese poll put your answer here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-1355351053808991202?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/1355351053808991202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=1355351053808991202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/1355351053808991202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/1355351053808991202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-favorite-cheese.html' title='Your favorite cheese'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-6248334299176293420</id><published>2008-01-14T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:32:43.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom locked us out of the house last night. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155351342649144850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R4t8u17vdhI/AAAAAAAABjo/rvxY1b2-0HI/s320/1+10+tornado+warning+bryan+luci.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; Luci and I had enough whisky to hold us over until we got inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok heres how it happend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were getting ready for church and while my mom puts her shoes on she decides to leave her keys on the dryer. I go outside with Luci and buckle her into her seat, I get in the front seat and buckle up while my mom sets the alarm. Right when she closes the door she screamed "My KEYS!" (J.T. was at a friends house and my dad was already at church)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; So were outside for about ten minutes trying to get a hold of my dad on the phone, guess what, he doesn't pick up. So I'm looking for a way in and I found an unlocked window, so I take of my shoes so I can get inside faster, right as I open the window the alarm goes off. I rush to turn it off, and my mom comes inside to get the phone because the alarm company is supposed to call to make sure were ok. (this whole time Luci was in here seat and unable to get out, and she didn't see us for about five minutes.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the end we made it to church only about ten minutes late. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE END!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-6248334299176293420?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/6248334299176293420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=6248334299176293420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/6248334299176293420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/6248334299176293420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-mom-locked-us-out-of-house-last.html' title=''/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R4t8u17vdhI/AAAAAAAABjo/rvxY1b2-0HI/s72-c/1+10+tornado+warning+bryan+luci.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-7194447102791037429</id><published>2008-01-13T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:56:54.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!Gaming Update!</title><content type='html'>Today the gaming update is for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call of Duty 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modern Warfare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155340515036591554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R4ty4l7vdcI/AAAAAAAABjA/aGLIzNd3F6Y/s320/boxcod4.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This game is a fictional story where &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; have to stop Al Asad the Russian leader, he is willing to fire eight nukclear warheads at the United States. In the game you have to stop him before it gets to that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the game you have access to most of the modern day weapons, such as the MP5, as seen in the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155343225160955346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R4t1WV7vddI/AAAAAAAABjI/jc8Uypk7WyY/s320/bnbcallOfDuty4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;British SAS: Speed, Aggresion, Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the game you play as two diffrent charactors, when your the SAS your name is 'Soap' and when your on the Marines your name is Jackson. Theres a picture of the Marines below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155347773531321858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R4t5fF7vdgI/AAAAAAAABjg/hI9HdtRQwhI/s320/AAAA.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;If you look closly at the Marine's machine gun you can see a round coming out of the chamber, thats how good the graphix are in this game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well thats just about it for the gaming update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-7194447102791037429?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/7194447102791037429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=7194447102791037429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/7194447102791037429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/7194447102791037429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2008/01/gaming-update.html' title='!Gaming Update!'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/R4ty4l7vdcI/AAAAAAAABjA/aGLIzNd3F6Y/s72-c/boxcod4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-4408334695701831112</id><published>2007-10-31T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:06:52.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've waited, you've watched, but now its finally here! The eXtreme Post Blow-out!!</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to post this yesterday but I never had enough time to. But since I'm posting it today I have even more to tell you about. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The eXtreme Post Blow-out!! Will consist of four parts, I will also post something a little extra at the end. If you read below you'll see all four parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Halloween &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The Zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Disney's: Meet The Robinsons (Review)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Halo 3 (Review)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember to read the special thing at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part One Section One "The Pumpkin Patch"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had alot of fun at the pumkin patch the other day. We got to pick our own pumpkins, milk wooden cows, jump off of hay bales, go through a corn maze and paint pumpkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127510454470050114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RyiTl3TKAUI/AAAAAAAABKs/m4KftSJQTWY/s400/FCC+10+07+luci+kalyn+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are Luci and Kalyn, they are both in their spooky halloween clothes. They are standing next to a fence and I have no idea how dangerous the animals are inside of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127574543972041106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RyjN4XTKAZI/AAAAAAAABLM/cLVgKgo42oo/s400/159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luci got a little tired holding that big pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127572512452510082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RyjMCHTKAYI/AAAAAAAABLE/RdIra8oFCkk/s400/169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm milking a wooden cow, but for some reason water comes out instead of milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127581042257559970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RyjTynTKAaI/AAAAAAAABLU/V75iklt7Cms/s400/172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luci is making some odd creation, that will probably someday win her $2,000,000,000,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Halloween &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Part one Section Two "The Harvest Festival"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This year at our church's Harvest Festival we had tons of kids and adults in line for our "Trunk or Treat." Everyone wanted some candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was John Wayne for the first half of the festival and for the last half I was a fat farmer (I don't have I picture of me in that one sorry). J.T. was the Karate Kid (sadly we don't have a picture of that ether). Luci was a tiger because Kalyn was an elephant, my mom was Souper Women (she wore soup labels and a red cape). And last but not least my dad was a Smarty Pants (We duct taped smartie candy's to his pants).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Here are some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127584267777999282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RyjWuXTKAbI/AAAAAAAABLc/EpWKJ3CCY54/s400/211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I am posing in my John Wayne costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127586745974129090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RyjY-nTKAcI/AAAAAAAABLk/Gr1KqmmNoEM/s400/203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luci had to take a picture with Kalyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127587862665626066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RyjZ_nTKAdI/AAAAAAAABLs/_c60Xf60WHk/s400/204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But Luci didn't want to take a picture so she left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127589310069604834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RyjbT3TKAeI/AAAAAAAABL0/B3LsZac5598/s400/201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But then Kalyn gave Luci her stare of persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127590564200055282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/Ryjcc3TKAfI/AAAAAAAABL8/kwK5hcCAexE/s400/200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It made Luci so sad to see Kalyn that way, so she decided to take a picture with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127594116138009090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RyjfrnTKAgI/AAAAAAAABME/bPujnX7DGY0/s400/209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They are good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;The Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We went to the Birmingham zoo yesterday and saw tons of animals. When we got home it was really late, thats why I didn't post yesterday like I said I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm tired of writing just read my mom's blog when she updates it to see what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Disney's: Meet the Robinsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is a brand new movie, it came out last week. Its about an orphan who wants to find his mom but he goes to the future and meets the Robinsons, I don't want to spoil the movie for you so I'm going to stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127596654463681042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/Ryjh_XTKAhI/AAAAAAAABMM/J8NphGHRAIY/s400/wallpaper02_1600_NP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Halo 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Halo 3 is a great FPS (First Person Shooter) It has an amazing back story, a great plot and never gets boreing. And who doesn't like saving the world from a massive army of aliens that just wont quit and are threatning to wipe out the entire human race?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Did you know Halo 3 is the best selling media release of all time? It sold more copies in one day than any other music or movie release. But don't take my word for it, read this review. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By &lt;a class="link" href="http://www.1up.com/do/my1Up?publicUserId=5379799"&gt;Dan Hsu &lt;/a&gt;09/21/2007 &gt; &lt;a class="blurb" href="http://www.1up.com/do/my1Up?publicUserId=5379799"&gt;Reviewer's Blog&lt;/a&gt; &gt; &lt;a class="blurb" href="http://reviewcrew.1up.com/#5379799"&gt;Review Crew Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1up.com/do/gameOverview?cId=3144308&amp;amp;type=game&amp;amp;sec=VIDEOS"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Chief just wouldn't be quiet. For a few years now, the sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; action hero has been going on and on about "finishing the fight" whenever video trailers and Microsoft marketing materials would allow him. But now the time's come -- &lt;a title="Halo 3" href="http://www.1up.com/do/gameOverview?cId=3144308"&gt;Halo 3&lt;/a&gt;, the finale to the epic first-person-shooter trilogy, is here, and we finally get to see whether Mr. Green (and his somewhat confusing story from &lt;a title="Halo 2" href="http://www.1up.com/do/gameOverview?cId=2005815"&gt;Halo 2&lt;/a&gt;) gets to finish the fight that a few evil alien races started. (Don't worry, spoiler-free review ahead....)&lt;br /&gt;Campaign &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;promises Bungie&lt;/span&gt; Studios heard the collective "huh?" from the Halo Nation when a giant talking plant creature and a twisty storyline threatened to derail an otherwise fine piece of fiction in the second installment. The studio promised a more straightforward narrative in Halo 3, which we get for the most part, but it certainly won't be drawing in any new fans to the series; there's hardly any setup, recapping, or reminders of who the cast is (and if you don't remember the events of Halo 2, you better &lt;a href="http://www.1up.com/do/feature?cId=3162602"&gt;read here&lt;/a&gt; for a refresher, because you won't find much help in chapter three). The tale -- one of life-destroying weapon-worlds, a fanatic Covenant alien race out to trigger them, the parasitic Flood who wants to gobble everything up, and the desperate humans (with our armored hero leading the charge) who want to stop all of the above -- does wrap up nicely...but not necessarily in the feel-good fashion that most people would expect. So while Halo 2 left you with an Empire Strikes Back cliffhanger ending (OK, it wasn't that monumental), Halo 3 finishes without the fairy-tale finale of Return of the Jedi, keeping the storyline sophisticated and respectable by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;video game&lt;/span&gt; standards (just make sure to stay tuned after the credits are done rolling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not the full review if you want to read more go here: &lt;a href="http://www.1up.com/do/reviewPage?cId=3163125&amp;amp;sec=REVIEWS"&gt;http://www.1up.com/do/reviewPage?cId=3163125&amp;amp;sec=REVIEWS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bonus section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't read this unless you've read the rest of the post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After watching Meet the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Robinsons&lt;/span&gt; and how they use time travel, I told my mom how I had made some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;theories&lt;/span&gt; about time travel a while ago. She told me to write them down because she said when I get older I'll forget them, so earlier today I wrote them down. Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time travel theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to interact with people from the past, because the future for those people hasn't happened yet. Therefore if you did interact with them and took them to the future (your present) they would disappear and go back to their normal lives. If they di&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dn’t &lt;/span&gt;go back to their normal lives they would remember what had happened and their lives would be changed forever. For better or for worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a second theory, if you travel back in time and are able to interact with anyone that also means your whole life is happening at the same time. i.e., if you talk to yourself in the past it would be impossible unless your future self already exists. If you can interact with the past (which is theoretically impossible) and touch, move or if someone sees you it could change their life forever. You could inspire the most amazing thing to ever happen in human history or you could send a country into a great depression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, if time travel does exist it would be more like a memory than the actual thing. (You can only see but not touch or interact with in any way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by:&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Will&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ingham ©Co&lt;/span&gt;pyrighted 10/31/2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-4408334695701831112?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/4408334695701831112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=4408334695701831112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/4408334695701831112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/4408334695701831112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2007/10/youve-waited-youve-watched-but-now-its.html' title='You&apos;ve waited, you&apos;ve watched, but now its finally here! The eXtreme Post Blow-out!!'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RyiTl3TKAUI/AAAAAAAABKs/m4KftSJQTWY/s72-c/FCC+10+07+luci+kalyn+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-4366717653912630726</id><published>2007-10-27T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T07:35:58.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest Festival.</title><content type='html'>Here I am! I'm finally going to post again, I'm going to post what happend at the Harvest Festival. But I'm going to post my own story, So my blog will be diffrent than my moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My review should be here tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-4366717653912630726?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/4366717653912630726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=4366717653912630726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/4366717653912630726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/4366717653912630726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2007/10/harvest-festival.html' title='Harvest Festival.'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-234487206787032644</id><published>2007-10-13T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:11:11.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luci in the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RxDfXLssV1I/AAAAAAAABEo/JB8iDOMfSvk/s1600-h/10+13+07+tomatoes+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120838365690484562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RxDfXLssV1I/AAAAAAAABEo/JB8iDOMfSvk/s400/10+13+07+tomatoes+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom was working out in the garden and Luci wanted to look at the tomato plants.  Then I got a really cute picture out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-234487206787032644?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/234487206787032644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=234487206787032644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/234487206787032644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/234487206787032644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2007/10/luci-in-garden.html' title='Luci in the Garden'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RxDfXLssV1I/AAAAAAAABEo/JB8iDOMfSvk/s72-c/10+13+07+tomatoes+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-241963571547494404</id><published>2007-10-09T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:04:48.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Brady Bunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/Rwvbt7ssVsI/AAAAAAAABDk/3TTaz_yCKBU/s1600-h/kids+collage+10+06+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119426983602443970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/Rwvbt7ssVsI/AAAAAAAABDk/3TTaz_yCKBU/s400/kids+collage+10+06+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do I look board in the picture? Well I'm not, I'm just tired. Playing with Luci is fun (for five minutes) and then she gets a little bossy, I wonder where she gets it from, I'll ask my mom. But J.T. is a handful. (I won't go into details.)&lt;br /&gt;But without them there would be nothing to do all day. No games to play, none of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Luci's&lt;/span&gt; random moments and no fighting over who gets the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt;. (Even Luci knows what to say to make us want to give it to her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-241963571547494404?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/241963571547494404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=241963571547494404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/241963571547494404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/241963571547494404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2007/10/meet-brady-bunch.html' title='Meet the Brady Bunch'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/Rwvbt7ssVsI/AAAAAAAABDk/3TTaz_yCKBU/s72-c/kids+collage+10+06+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-8261964063843909563</id><published>2007-10-02T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T09:15:41.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Master and Me</title><content type='html'>I got to meet the Grand Master of Tang Soo Do, Grand Master Shin.  He is from South Korea.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RwJuKLssVfI/AAAAAAAABBo/nZNjyWObAD8/s1600-h/9+29+07+jt+mr+shin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116773247864296946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RwJuKLssVfI/AAAAAAAABBo/nZNjyWObAD8/s320/9+29+07+jt+mr+shin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Homeschool is cool!  Can you believe this is math class?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RwJuK7ssVgI/AAAAAAAABBw/9kT-LColgTc/s1600-h/homeschool+math+10+02+07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116773260749198850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RwJuK7ssVgI/AAAAAAAABBw/9kT-LColgTc/s320/homeschool+math+10+02+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-8261964063843909563?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/8261964063843909563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=8261964063843909563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/8261964063843909563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/8261964063843909563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2007/10/grand-master-and-me.html' title='Grand Master and Me'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RwJuKLssVfI/AAAAAAAABBo/nZNjyWObAD8/s72-c/9+29+07+jt+mr+shin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-6291687144196731768</id><published>2007-09-24T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T07:32:06.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalyn's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Luci's Post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalyn is my first real friend. She is from China, too. Saturday Kalyn had her first birthday at home. It was a big deal! She had aunts and uncles and cousins from all over the place--Chicago, Tennessee, and Texas! And we got to come, too. Here we are eating birthday cake. I had to show Kalyn how to blow out the candles. I did a good job, and then I sneezed on the cake.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvfLgLssVDI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZuEB3XzhQ4o/s1600-h/sept+22+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113779655658984498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvfLgLssVDI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZuEB3XzhQ4o/s320/sept+22+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate lots of food, mostly hot dogs. Here we are making sure JT is behaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvfLgrssVEI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/9FVOL_k-H3Y/s1600-h/sept+22+eating.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113779664248919106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvfLgrssVEI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/9FVOL_k-H3Y/s320/sept+22+eating.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to show Kalyn how to open her presents. She was rather shy about it. I dug right in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvfLg7ssVFI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/PiamJgyyknE/s1600-h/sept+22+presents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113779668543886418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvfLg7ssVFI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/PiamJgyyknE/s320/sept+22+presents.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's how to do it, Kalyn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvfLhbssVGI/AAAAAAAAA-g/pNK52v0dWs4/s1600-h/sept+22+presents+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113779677133821026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvfLhbssVGI/AAAAAAAAA-g/pNK52v0dWs4/s320/sept+22+presents+a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are Kalyn and me sitting with Aunt Teri and JT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvfLh7ssVHI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ZOQHMAFTJWE/s1600-h/sept+22+sitting+with+Teri.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113779685723755634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvfLh7ssVHI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ZOQHMAFTJWE/s320/sept+22+sitting+with+Teri.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom was really embarrassed by my behavior. Just trying to keep you on your toes, Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-6291687144196731768?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/6291687144196731768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=6291687144196731768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/6291687144196731768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/6291687144196731768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2007/09/kalyns-birthday-party.html' title='Kalyn&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvfLgLssVDI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZuEB3XzhQ4o/s72-c/sept+22+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-8906033096690407080</id><published>2007-09-20T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T16:44:52.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Museum Field Trip</title><content type='html'>This is by JT:&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Cook's Natural Science Museum.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvLGUL5s3BI/AAAAAAAAA8g/qemxum4_LYM/s1600-h/sept+20+kids+at+Cook%27s+Museum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112366577113422866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvLGUL5s3BI/AAAAAAAAA8g/qemxum4_LYM/s320/sept+20+kids+at+Cook%27s+Museum.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me with the smelly skunks of North America.   (The picture above--I'm joking, it's really the picture below.)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvLE1b5s29I/AAAAAAAAA8A/ZSA_IOsKIQA/s1600-h/sept+20+jt+with+skunk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112364949320817618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvLE1b5s29I/AAAAAAAAA8A/ZSA_IOsKIQA/s320/sept+20+jt+with+skunk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Luci saw this bear, she said, "This is so cute!"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvLE175s2-I/AAAAAAAAA8I/bXplFFaJFuE/s1600-h/sept+20+luci+and+bear+so+cute.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112364957910752226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvLE175s2-I/AAAAAAAAA8I/bXplFFaJFuE/s320/sept+20+luci+and+bear+so+cute.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom and Luci met these two Chinese ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvLE2L5s2_I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/yj_uAHlwBYk/s1600-h/sept+20+friends+at+Cook%27s+Museum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112364962205719538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvLE2L5s2_I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/yj_uAHlwBYk/s320/sept+20+friends+at+Cook%27s+Museum.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this picture, you are probably wondering which one is me (I am in the back--the statue is really the one with the orange hair!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvLE375s3AI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/_505765ZgtU/s1600-h/sept+20+gorilla+boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112364992270490626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvLE375s3AI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/_505765ZgtU/s320/sept+20+gorilla+boys.JPG" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After our day at the Cook's  Natural Science Museum, we went to McDonald's that had a bunch of 50's stuff in it and 60's and 70's and 80's.  I said they should have this stuff in our JAM 56 room at our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvLGUb5s3CI/AAAAAAAAA8o/rfskFb5_hzE/s1600-h/sept+20+Mcd%27s+decatur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112366581408390178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvLGUb5s3CI/AAAAAAAAA8o/rfskFb5_hzE/s320/sept+20+Mcd%27s+decatur.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-8906033096690407080?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/8906033096690407080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=8906033096690407080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/8906033096690407080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/8906033096690407080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2007/09/museum-field-trip.html' title='Museum Field Trip'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9ISiPcoevak/RvLGUL5s3BI/AAAAAAAAA8g/qemxum4_LYM/s72-c/sept+20+kids+at+Cook%27s+Museum.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124809556471117558.post-874639437311507792</id><published>2007-09-18T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:45:13.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Post!</title><content type='html'>JT:  this is our new and improved better more awsome blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: We shall... Have the best blog, ever to be created..........EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Luci: I like chocolate, Daddy, chocolate, Bryan, chocolate, J.T., chocolate, Mommy chocolate Jesus name amen. (Luci really said this so we typed it down.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4124809556471117558-874639437311507792?l=bryanjtluci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/feeds/874639437311507792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4124809556471117558&amp;postID=874639437311507792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/874639437311507792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4124809556471117558/posts/default/874639437311507792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanjtluci.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-post.html' title='The First Post!'/><author><name>LucisMomma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_duXD3NUqs/TcADs03OgnI/AAAAAAAAHvk/q89Yp7nzukM/s220/DSC_0010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
