<?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-1774709861096343728</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:55:05.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark Kent and Lois Lane by Day</title><subtitle type='html'>Official blog spot for Brett &amp;amp; Heather Moore Family (Chase, Brooklyn, Austin, Kade &amp;amp; Savannah)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettheather.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1774709861096343728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettheather.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brett &amp;amp; Heather Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148731636500698903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1774709861096343728.post-329386934921883951</id><published>2009-05-11T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:20:24.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to My Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ow many "Moms" really get to enjoy the celebration of Mothers Day days after the initial celebration.  I mean really, think about it.  Now there are some that are going to think that this is is simply forgetful to not do something on Mothers Day...but I contest that this is simply a unique celebration of my mother days after the rest of the world has celebrated and forgotten!  Yes sir, how many mothers can say that their most precious child is still celebrating their mother seven days after the initial hype.  It's like Hannukah (sp) for mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My simple tribute to my mother is thinking back to when she met my father and the younger years that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so imagine this dude pulls up in a nice pimpin' main street cruiser revvin' it up for the ladies gazing on. Maybe it was the uniform...maybe it was just the smokin' hot car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/Sghyr2YarOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZZFFyov_Rcg/s1600-h/sc001093e605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/Sghyr2YarOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZZFFyov_Rcg/s200/sc001093e605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334639856278220002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/SghyWBL0VbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/T-zTzY0y3co/s1600-h/sc001137ef06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/SghyWBL0VbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/T-zTzY0y3co/s200/sc001137ef06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334639481221043634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/Sghy5F0eQLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/B97CDsncAWw/s1600-h/sc001137ef01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/Sghy5F0eQLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/B97CDsncAWw/s200/sc001137ef01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334640083760726194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this little cute thing (below) agrees to go for a ride and...well...the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/SghzeZGERMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4KqeAXsWcAk/s1600-h/sc001137ef23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/SghzeZGERMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4KqeAXsWcAk/s200/sc001137ef23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334640724589954242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,so it wasn't exactly like that but the whole story needed a little more spice to it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this swingin' item you see the right is Mom and Dad.  Ya, pops married up and like a good son he passed that little tid-bit of advice onto me...which of course I listened very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So along comes this little duo and well...life...as it does...got a little boring.  So they did what any normal couple would do and that was read the Bible of course.  It says, "to multiply and replenish the earth" and that if they did they would have "joy beyond measure."  I'm paraphrasing of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/SghxFE3qH8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/zkb6m_Ud-OU/s1600-h/sc001093e619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/SghxFE3qH8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/zkb6m_Ud-OU/s200/sc001093e619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334638090640826306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fine, with Dad working to pay some bills, Mom got a little bored (no mailman involved at any time.)  Mom really wanted some joy in her life so she and Dad...well ya know...and whalah!   My older sister came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya she's cool but she was a bit boring and just didn't quite do it for Mom and Dad.  So they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really gave it a go and put some effort into this time&lt;/span&gt; and then all their happiest dreams became a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was born December 24, 1973!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that the two kids that followed me were merely an exercise in futility as Mom and Dad soon realized you could not have more joy by having more children after me.  But such as life they were young, naive and you learn as you go, huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/Sgh1hiAmf6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/LuaE36xKKG8/s1600-h/sc001093e602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/Sgh1hiAmf6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/LuaE36xKKG8/s200/sc001093e602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334642977545813922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look closely you can see the pain in Jenn's face as she realizes that the real thing had arrived.  And of course the gleaming smile on Mom's face as she holds me in front of Jenn and just about center to the camera.  I was trying to get situated comfortably for the picture...but Jenn was likely poking me from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with Mom was great!  She fed me whenever I cried.  She swished those ancient, poopy cloth diapers around in the toilet until they were clean.  She burped me when I had gas.  And most of all she tolerated my sister's envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/Sghr5N2fgGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/i7vGne6ftAU/s1600-h/sc001137ef72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/Sghr5N2fgGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/i7vGne6ftAU/s200/sc001137ef72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334632389335285858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fondest memories are of Mom when she hooked me up with this totally sweet ride (right.)  Imagine the pride and excitement on my Mom's face as the neighborhood kids looked on and salivated.  Ya, Mom was the talk of the sandbox, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't everything Mom did for me of course because as you can see below she also made me the talk of the town with this deluxe model bowling set.  Imagine the youngsters in town looking on as I mastered the difficulties rolling a plastic ball across the finest of shag carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/SghsqkARbII/AAAAAAAAAIg/PBj_WyplJR8/s1600-h/sc001137ef79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/SghsqkARbII/AAAAAAAAAIg/PBj_WyplJR8/s200/sc001137ef79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334633237095476354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could hardly contain myself as you can see in picture...I had the hunger of Michael Jordan as illustrated by the tongue action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Moore (in the background) seems a seemed a bit unimpressed with the whole gig but then again maybe she never really enjoyed the luxuries and comforts that I was able to...as every generation wants something better for the next.  Deep down inside I think she too was envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's looking back on times like these that you realize how great Moms really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/ShBo2flJDWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Kq2g05ta1qY/s1600-h/sc001137ef81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/ShBo2flJDWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Kq2g05ta1qY/s200/sc001137ef81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336880843833544034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now my mom was also the kind of mother that put extra thought into making sure that we learned the simple pleasures of life.  She taught us good manners...to say "please, thank you, and will you kindly stop picking your nose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my right you will even see that she went as far as to make sure we all were well groomed and presentable...obviously something that has carried over to today.  There's rarely a moment when I leave the house now without giving thought to whether I am presentable or simply reminded of how important a good hair day can leave a lasting impression on others in the business world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/ShBqIM0JTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FvMOQ7P2jTs/s1600-h/sc001137ef64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/ShBqIM0JTwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FvMOQ7P2jTs/s200/sc001137ef64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336882247545474818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At a young age my mother was insistent on the importance of showing kindness to all of God's creatures.  Even when they were not demonstrating kindness to me I had a mother that insisted on returning unconditional love to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrated to my left is one of the tender mercies I was seen giving to God's dearest creatures.  Although this was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;years before&lt;/span&gt; I realized the awesome and completely hysterical things a cat would do when you scotch tape their whiskers to their face--scotch tape their tail to their hind legs and simply place scotch tape to the bottom of all four paws.  Now that was a lot of love to give to one lucky cat even though mom did not teach me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/ShBrl_OEmiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/z33SzcRnsgI/s1600-h/sc001137ef49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/ShBrl_OEmiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/z33SzcRnsgI/s200/sc001137ef49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336883858803825186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now my last simple and random tribute to my mother for this year's Mothers Day is to pay tribute to the mother that taught my mother all the great things of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Grandma Wood (second from the left in the pic &amp;amp; my mother is in the middle modeling the lipstick pink dress) is the salt of the earth.  I have always appreciated her kindness, her generosity, her constant service and kind words.  She was always full of those "isms" that stuck with you and benefited you the rest of  your life.  Like, "eat the bread crusts cause it makes your hair curly"--"if you don't close your mouth every once in a while you'll end up eating a fly"--and most certainly we can't forget "pull your britches up cause someone will think your there to work on their toilet."  After all, Grandma was the reigning influence on my mother and a special "thank you" to you, Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, may you enjoy this extra special celebration of motherhood.  "Thank you" for all that you have ever done, sacrificed, taught and shared with me over the years.  You are more wonderful now than ever before especially as we who are living the parenting dream now wonder how our parents, especially mothers, ever made it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers Day!  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Heather Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148731636500698903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/Sghyr2YarOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZZFFyov_Rcg/s72-c/sc001093e605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1774709861096343728.post-3013185182751024285</id><published>2008-12-02T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:28:51.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Lighter Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Geesh, you would have thought that my previous post was an eulogy or something.  On a lighter note, I have been asked to put some updated pics of the family and kids up... so here are a few:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/STXr2Ll5UMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dWqtGzfE7Z8/s1600-h/IMG_6937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/STXtWxQRwWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1roKYEeAs2I/s320/IMG_6947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275383513968918882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanksgiving '08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shannon (Heather's Sister) &amp;amp; Grayson (husband)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/STXuDOxKL5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/l5HIY3glzx8/s320/IMG_6916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275384277805707154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Halloween Party @ Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Daddy Rabbit (Brett) holding Baby Rabbit [Savannah (6 mo)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/STXulj-8kKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/o2PGftH1Ia4/s320/IMG_6920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275384867616231586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Halloween '08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brooklyn at School Trick or Treat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1774709861096343728-3013185182751024285?l=brettheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3013185182751024285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1774709861096343728&amp;postID=3013185182751024285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1774709861096343728/posts/default/3013185182751024285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1774709861096343728/posts/default/3013185182751024285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettheather.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a Lighter Note'/><author><name>Brett &amp;amp; Heather Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148731636500698903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QA75n2ILXw/STXr2Ll5UMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dWqtGzfE7Z8/s72-c/IMG_6937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1774709861096343728.post-3248445688272124862</id><published>2008-12-02T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:44:37.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I recently had conversation with a good friend of mine from and currently living in Southern California. He has been involved in the local actions of Californians, regardless of religous preference, in the fight to support Prop 8.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He forwarded me a video of an amazing talk given by then LDS Apostle, Elder Maxwell, about the growing opposition and public scorn that we would see in the years to come regarding the sanctity of the family relative to public politics.  It was given in 1978, yes 30 years ago, and oh how visible are the prophecies and signs of our current day.  You can view the video here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMMu4Sv0-QI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMMu4Sv0-QI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire speech can be read/downloaded online at the following site: &lt;a href="http://speeches.byu.edu/reader/reader.php?id=6197"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entire Written Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like to state that in support of Elder Maxwell's position that I hold no personal  ill toward the individuals who are anti-Prop8 or who are in favor of beliefs contradictory to that of the LDS faith.  Essentially, it is not personal.  I simply ask from those in opposition the same thing I am willing to give to them--a tolerance for their opinion void of personal (or religious) slander and hatred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will conclude this post with a couple of valuable quotes from Elder Maxwell:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"We are now entering a period of incredible ironies…We will see in our time a maximum effort to establish irreligion as a state religion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"We will know the joy, on occasion, of having awakened the slumbering majority"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"The concerns expressed [by LDS First Presidency] have been about moral issues not issues between political parties. The declarations are about principles, not people; and causes, not candidates."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1774709861096343728-3248445688272124862?l=brettheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettheather.blogspot.com/feeds/3248445688272124862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1774709861096343728&amp;postID=3248445688272124862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1774709861096343728/posts/default/3248445688272124862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1774709861096343728/posts/default/3248445688272124862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettheather.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-recently-had-conversation-with-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Brett &amp;amp; Heather Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148731636500698903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1774709861096343728.post-1461158196382026007</id><published>2008-11-27T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:32:51.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day!</title><content type='html'>I probably should not say it like that (TDay)...I guess it's sort of like XMas...right?  Alright then...the guilt is upon me...HAPPY THANKSGIVING !&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are scheduled to enjoy some family at our house later this afternoon after the rest of Heather's siblings have made their rounds and paid their loving dues to their respective other sides of the family.  Yep, we're cooking our own bird, basting it with some "special sauce" better than the Colonol Sander's and we're not talkin' MacD's special sauce lettuce cheeze on a sesame bun, either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids helped us put up the Christmas Tree, nativity sets and other holiday decorations in the past two days also.  It actually went pretty smooth believe it or not.  Chase and Brooklyn are good at helping while Austin and Kade throw stuffed animals and act out their own mystical football game from room to room.  Savannah is with me on my lap waiting patiently for Heather to feed her.  I'd like to help there but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My biggest disappointment of this great day is simply that I was not able to play some holiday football.  "Able" is probably the wrong word here...it is more like there was not a chance to play.  I don't know of anyone around here that is playing some grind-it-out, back-in-our-hayday, oldies-vs-youngin's, go-deep, just-get-open-I'll-find-you-in-the-endzone TURKEY DAY FOOTBALL.  Man, I could have used a good dose of that that this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty certain Heather could take it or leave it when it comes to TDay football.  I don't think women will ever understand the holiday testosterone that's doing cartwheels inside about this time of year.  She just realizes that when I come home I am either hurt, tired or really sore the next couple of days.  When it comes to fun and exercise I think she would rather me put my arms and legs to work in the kitchen putting dishes away :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have to do some preparation and recruiting here locally for Christmas and see if we can pull something off then.  Until then, Happy Thanksgiving to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1774709861096343728-1461158196382026007?l=brettheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettheather.blogspot.com/feeds/1461158196382026007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1774709861096343728&amp;postID=1461158196382026007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1774709861096343728/posts/default/1461158196382026007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1774709861096343728/posts/default/1461158196382026007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettheather.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day!'/><author><name>Brett &amp;amp; Heather Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148731636500698903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1774709861096343728.post-4268257848864692077</id><published>2008-11-19T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:12:30.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weak Submit...</title><content type='html'>I can't tell whether I am posting this simply because it will make a friend happy... or ...I am just weak.  It's likely the latter but I am not fully admitting to it.  Regardless, we have a blog.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great, now what?  Seriously!  I have no clue what to say.  I feel like a retard... still thinking... nope, nothin'.  I don't want to get all philosophical or anything on anyone, but really what's this all about? I guess this sort of stuff has to grow on  you or something.  Now, I'm not one to be a party pooper so I'll hold off on the other blog tangents we could venture off onto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news here is that I am giving into positive peer pressure... if there is such a thing. Growing up, I never heard anything positive come from any adult about "peer pressure" being positive.  But since my submission is to a good friend, I'll go with positive.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1774709861096343728-4268257848864692077?l=brettheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettheather.blogspot.com/feeds/4268257848864692077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1774709861096343728&amp;postID=4268257848864692077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1774709861096343728/posts/default/4268257848864692077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1774709861096343728/posts/default/4268257848864692077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettheather.blogspot.com/2008/11/weak-submit.html' title='The Weak Submit...'/><author><name>Brett &amp;amp; Heather Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18148731636500698903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
