<?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-5199864115457556217</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:05:13.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plums United</title><subtitle type='html'>Plums United, est. 2007, is based on a true story.  Please turn off your cell phones and pagers, or turn them to silent mode, sit back and relax, and enjoy.

No popcorn throwing please.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-2276287173958349632</id><published>2011-05-18T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T12:30:41.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy's Little Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6873d9cdc5066575" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6873d9cdc5066575%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780350%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28D048D8C279FA2FC5E4064DBCDD4837A0570328.2CEFAC12FBB7DC305C81BA71B4A1B7BF855C84E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6873d9cdc5066575%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpx4ZzqeqB9tZcze5AsXfk-TQExU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6873d9cdc5066575%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331780350%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28D048D8C279FA2FC5E4064DBCDD4837A0570328.2CEFAC12FBB7DC305C81BA71B4A1B7BF855C84E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6873d9cdc5066575%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpx4ZzqeqB9tZcze5AsXfk-TQExU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Lucy holding her little brother Charlie.  She loves him.  In fact we are going to be careful not to leave her alone with him because she might smother him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-2276287173958349632?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/2276287173958349632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=2276287173958349632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/2276287173958349632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/2276287173958349632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2011/05/lucys-little-brother.html' title='Lucy&apos;s Little Brother'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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-5199864115457556217.post-3265738316909475288</id><published>2010-11-21T19:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:33:28.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pictures that we took. (28 photos), by Bradley Meldrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI5MDM5Njc4MjIyNyZwdD*xMjkwMzk2ODA4MTQwJnA9NjUxMzIxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1lMWMwNTM1ZDM1NDc*/ZDBjODkzOGFlYzg3MjgyMGM3ZCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www5.snapfish.com/snapfish/fbshareredirect/p=230211290396779811/l=2279729026/g=4276625026/redirectURL=share/otsc=SHR/otsi=SALBBL/AlbumID=2403620026/a=4276625026_4276625026/usercomments=I_xqd%20like%20to%20share%20my%20Snapfish%20photos%20with%20you.%20Once%20you%20have%20checked%20out%20my%20photos%20you%20can%20order%20prints%20and%20upload%20your%20own%20photos%20to%20share./counttext=28%20photos/COBRAND_NAME=snapfish/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www5.snapfish.com/snapfish/getimagetnurl/AlbumID=2403620026/a=4276625026_4276625026/'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'd like to share my Snapfish photos with you. Once you have checked out my photos you can order prints and upload your own photos to share.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www5.snapfish.com/snapfish/fbshareredirect/p=230211290396779811/l=2279729026/g=4276625026/redirectURL=share/otsc=SHR/otsi=SALBBL/AlbumID=2403620026/a=4276625026_4276625026/usercomments=I_xqd%20like%20to%20share%20my%20Snapfish%20photos%20with%20you.%20Once%20you%20have%20checked%20out%20my%20photos%20you%20can%20order%20prints%20and%20upload%20your%20own%20photos%20to%20share./counttext=28%20photos/COBRAND_NAME=snapfish/'&gt;Click here to view photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-3265738316909475288?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/3265738316909475288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=3265738316909475288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/3265738316909475288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/3265738316909475288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2010/11/pictures-that-we-took-28-photos-by.html' title='The Pictures that we took. (28 photos), by Bradley Meldrum'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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-5199864115457556217.post-7367958723306235452</id><published>2010-05-22T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T16:41:00.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just testing the waters.</title><content type='html'>So I saw a blog published on wordpress.com.  I decided to see which one I liked better.  So for the next indefinite period of time, defer to plumsunited.wordpress.com for da new stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monsieur le Poppy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-7367958723306235452?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/7367958723306235452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=7367958723306235452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/7367958723306235452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/7367958723306235452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-testing-waters.html' title='Just testing the waters.'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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-5199864115457556217.post-207461828401323310</id><published>2008-08-28T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:04:20.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk Buisness...</title><content type='html'>So I have come to a conclusion.  I have determined the reason that I don't write a whole lot on this blog.  It is because I only want to write things that are great!  I have to feel Inspired.  When this happens the words just flow out, and I am amazed at the things that I write.  The only downfall to this method, is that I don't get inspired very much.  So i rarely write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of all this is that if there is anyone that reads this blog, then they get bored with the same post being up for a long time, and therefor they stop reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  At least I know the reason why.  And that is half the solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-207461828401323310?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/207461828401323310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=207461828401323310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/207461828401323310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/207461828401323310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-talk-buisness.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk Buisness...'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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-5199864115457556217.post-1301542937077072635</id><published>2008-06-10T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:57:09.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Risk Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Risk.  Lets talk about it.  This world is a dangerous place.  What with all the crazy happenings and goings on that have happened and went on.  And all those that are about to take place.  But there is a special group of people that work together to keep these happeneings and the goings on under control.  Or at least at a minimum.  They are...THE RISK MANAGERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SE7VCPHmVJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/syEey32Cr-g/s1600-h/Hygienists.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SE7VCPHmVJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/syEey32Cr-g/s200/Hygienists.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210336053309101202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SE7VIttt_pI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FTJiqBTF4I0/s1600-h/swat3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SE7VIttt_pI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FTJiqBTF4I0/s200/swat3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210336164601265810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SE7bWJB2PTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nt_9hCdgdrE/s1600-h/fire+guys+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SE7bWJB2PTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nt_9hCdgdrE/s200/fire+guys+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210342992341515570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, these brave souls risk their lives daily  to keep all of us in our safe little world, blissfully unaware of the dangers that lurk around us everyday.  And they are happy to do it.  Just look at their smiling Faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recently These dashing defenders of safety were seen inspecting and repairing something vitally critical to our very lives.   Something that without, the world as we know it would plummet into a chaotic frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;FIRE HYDRANTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's right.  Those dastardly hunks of Metal and ...M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;etal, that fill up with water at an incredible pressure threatening to explode with tremendous force, spewing forth its watery contents, at over 3,000 gallons per minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SE7XiYm5WPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/j3Wb0K-4t0g/s1600-h/3000gpm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SE7XiYm5WPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/j3Wb0K-4t0g/s200/3000gpm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210338804635359474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One little slop and this metal chunk could come flying up into a Risk Manager's face at any moment, spelling out sudden death and lots of ouchies to anyone in its way.  Just look at the force it takes to keep&lt;br /&gt;the pressure under control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SE7XhT6XKjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/l6Fodghy0K0/s1600-h/we+are+gonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SE7XhT6XKjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/l6Fodghy0K0/s200/we+are+gonna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210338786194958898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is just a good thing that they have eachother.  Because without cooperation and good communication...none of this would be possible, and the rest of us civilians would be left to fend off the dangers that lurk around every turn for ourselves.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SE7XhwZxchI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fXmWBzEVfGQ/s1600-h/Team+work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SE7XhwZxchI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fXmWBzEVfGQ/s200/Team+work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210338793842897426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I for one am grateful for the courageous efforts, and daring feats of those who we know as....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE RISK MANAGERS!  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with an echoing effect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-1301542937077072635?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/1301542937077072635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=1301542937077072635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/1301542937077072635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/1301542937077072635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2008/06/risk-management.html' title='Risk Management'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SE7VCPHmVJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/syEey32Cr-g/s72-c/Hygienists.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-6142311030464754377</id><published>2008-06-09T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:57:26.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes The World Go Round...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There are a couple of things in this world that i really Love.  And in order to build the appropriate suspense and intrigue, we are going to start at the bottom of the list.  Actu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ally the only order these go in are, the last on is the most important on and the one I love the most, and the rest are in any order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So with that let us begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Man Group.  I mean Just look at them!  Who hasn't wanted to make a big mess like this and not get in trouble ( or have to clean it up for that matter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SFHin05NMtI/AAAAAAAAANA/b0vgXwicyk8/s1600-h/BlueManGroupArmsPaintmed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SFHin05NMtI/AAAAAAAAANA/b0vgXwicyk8/s320/BlueManGroupArmsPaintmed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211195417685734098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And I don't know what it is about their music... but I really like it.  I think that it has something to do with being on a "BLUE" high after having seen them live, and getting the music, then listening to it so much that it has become like comfort food.  I know the music.  It is apart of me!  When those drums start beating my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; heart beats line up with the rhythm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One day I was listening to them, and my roomate comes in and says, " what is with the techno music?"  It made me stop and think.  Techno?  This isn't techno is it?  I don't like techno.  But I think that perhaps I have been fighting it but I do.  Because now that I think of it...It is alot like techno...and I do like other songs like Sandstorm.  But I am no raver so don't worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So I like Blue Man Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SFHinFEqOHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gs_wy7Ln3gI/s1600-h/greens-pesto-sl-1654567-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SFHinFEqOHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gs_wy7Ln3gI/s320/greens-pesto-sl-1654567-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211195404848871538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pesto has opened up a new world to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;me.  I have always loved Italian food.  But I don't think I ever knew what the source of that love came from.  Now I know.  It is pesto.  I think.  If you want a really good sandwich...just throw a little pesto on it.  If you want to spice up you spaghetti, just throw a little pesto on it.  If you want to get the thrill of having completed something amazing and seen something gorgeous...go for a bike ride on the Bon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;neville Shoreline Trail.  But Pesto would make that better too.  And whats best is that there are no pesky side stomach effects.  (like Hot Dogs do sometimes.)  So when in doubt...vote for Pesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There are others that I could add to this... but the most important and the one I love the most is....drum roll....With a little butter and maybe some pesto on it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That is right.  Rachel my "radical" wife.  She is da bomb.  What do you get when you combine 200 parts cool with 351 parts beautiful and 563 parts righteous.  Rachel.  That is right.  Basically I truly think that I am the luckiest guy, and have a huge testimony that Heavenly Father loves and listens to his children's prayers.  That is the only way to explain it.  Sometimes you go for the gold, put all your eggs in one basket, shoot for the stars, throw the rockets into four wheel drive and open her up...and then you fail.  But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;then other times you do all that and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;little miracle falls into the works and Your one in a millions shot happens.  That is what happened with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SFHioTp6laI/AAAAAAAAANI/Z7o6wnVOIUY/s1600-h/Wedding+and+Honeymoon+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SFHioTp6laI/AAAAAAAAANI/Z7o6wnVOIUY/s320/Wedding+and+Honeymoon+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211195425943098786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The cosmos were aligned, and Cupids bolt struck true.&lt;br /&gt;In fact if you would like to read what happens to a person who has been hit by this arrow, and what a magical night will do to a young boy, read the poem entitled September 4, earlier on in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SFHio8UUihI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rfltu5-Hl04/s1600-h/Wedding+and+Honeymoon+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SFHio8UUihI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rfltu5-Hl04/s320/Wedding+and+Honeymoon+073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211195436858378770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well that is some of what I love.  (excluding the Lord and this miraculous Church, and life that we have because of it.  But that is for another blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-6142311030464754377?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/6142311030464754377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=6142311030464754377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/6142311030464754377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/6142311030464754377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-makes-world-go-round.html' title='What Makes The World Go Round...'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SFHin05NMtI/AAAAAAAAANA/b0vgXwicyk8/s72-c/BlueManGroupArmsPaintmed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-1505052799551976445</id><published>2008-06-06T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:10:26.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Board Games please....</title><content type='html'>Welcome Class.  Please sit down and we will begin our discussion.  Today's topic is...Board Games.  Back in 1231, before enjoyment was invented, and Labor ruled the land there lived a Man named Mr. Jack Board.  And as was common in those days, Mr. Boards last name stood for his profession.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SEl1N1T8gKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OLZO2-eWrY0/s1600-h/Board.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SEl1N1T8gKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OLZO2-eWrY0/s200/Board.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208823324540174498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was a Board Maker.  He was an astute and influencial man, as most Board makers were in those days ( For it was a very honorable profession.)  And he noticed a Problem in the world that bothered him.  That was that no one was happy.  ( Happiness was just discovered but no one knew how to get it because things like fun and laughter were not around yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jack put his mind to it.  He thought all day and night, and while he was thinking something incredible happened.   His hand started to fiddle  and twittle.   He started to drum his hand on a board that was sitting in front of him.  Then  without even knowing  it he started to trace a line  with his  finger from one end of the board to the other without touching the black lines in the grain.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SEl4cVXtfdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TRX48Q5Sylo/s1600-h/idea.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SEl4cVXtfdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/TRX48Q5Sylo/s200/idea.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208826872198954450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the first game was invented.  A maze.  Crude I know.  But it started Jacks mind down a path that led to many other games.  Soon building blocks were created by Jack's Friend Mr. Carpenter.  Before you knew the whole countryside was alive with game playing.  Tops and Puzzles began to be found in peoples homes.  A huge Landmark was hit when the idea of Dice was thought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness flooded the land, and at the head of this Gaming Movement was our friend Jack Board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ideas and thoughts cascaded until one day A Board Game was created.  And everyone from the peasants to Nobles went wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This craze has lasted till today, where board games have reached a level never thought possible by Jack and his Brave Pioneer friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SEl9bp5q1BI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RHnmMbtPIvg/s1600-h/game.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SEl9bp5q1BI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RHnmMbtPIvg/s200/game.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208832358088365074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends is how Board Games were invented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-1505052799551976445?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/1505052799551976445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=1505052799551976445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/1505052799551976445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/1505052799551976445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-board-games-please.html' title='More Board Games please....'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/SEl1N1T8gKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/OLZO2-eWrY0/s72-c/Board.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-8128639227301074523</id><published>2008-05-19T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:21:52.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The other half of the tale.</title><content type='html'>OOOPS.  For the other half of the tale you have to go to bradleyandrachel.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;sorry,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-8128639227301074523?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/8128639227301074523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=8128639227301074523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/8128639227301074523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/8128639227301074523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2008/05/other-half-of-tale.html' title='The other half of the tale.'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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-5199864115457556217.post-3765553101505595721</id><published>2008-05-19T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:20:46.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventure lives on...</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time I happened upon a fair maiden.  I fell so madly in love with her that i would not rest until she was my bride.  Now we are happily married and the adventure lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have both gotten back to Provo and began working.  Rachel has started her internship with Channel 2 news.  Kewl!!!!  She is the Lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just do the same old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real question at hand here is...&lt;br /&gt;Married student ward vs Family ward.  What is your preference.  We will address this topic a little later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then goodbye and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-3765553101505595721?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/3765553101505595721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=3765553101505595721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/3765553101505595721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/3765553101505595721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2008/05/adventure-lives-on.html' title='The Adventure lives on...'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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-5199864115457556217.post-3573606416269805923</id><published>2008-04-16T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:51:02.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time....</title><content type='html'>We are sorry.  In all of our excitement we forgot that not everyone knows out background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is from the beginning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Brad's tale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I was born, it was very cold.  It's like that feeling when you are swimming for a long time, and then you get out....and it is bitter cold.  Yeah like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But skipping ahead.  I was serving a mission in Taiwan Taipei, and was minding my own buisness when, the Lord sent me to train a wonderful Elder.  I went to the training meeting then met my new companion.  But not before I would meet my future companion.  That is to say that me and my companion were one of the last to find out where we were going, because...as is always the case....ladies first.  The sister missionaries found out their companions first.  And one of the new sisters was...quite frankly...and lets be honest....drop dead gorgeous.  I couldn't help but think that our paths would cross again.  As it turns out...that was my dearest Rachel Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I didn't really think that... but I did notice her, and thought that she was going to be a Fantastic missionary.  We ran into eachother a couple of other times throughout our missions,  but never served together.  I always respected her, and enjoyed her testimony, at Zone Conferences.  But there wasn't much contact till we got home.  Which was about the same time.  ( only about 6 weeks apart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the better half of this tale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-3573606416269805923?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/3573606416269805923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=3573606416269805923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/3573606416269805923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/3573606416269805923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2008/04/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time....'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-422695485076276539</id><published>2008-04-14T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:03:02.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 WEEKS</title><content type='html'>They don't stand a chance....not against me...Bradley Meldrum....World reknown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are going down...These three weeks are history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-422695485076276539?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/422695485076276539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=422695485076276539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/422695485076276539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/422695485076276539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-weeks.html' title='3 WEEKS'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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-5199864115457556217.post-8300045025797765260</id><published>2008-01-09T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:07:00.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2008....we've been waiting for you!</title><content type='html'>Good morning to ya.  Can I have a shout out to all my cyber friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for all of you who are interested, Rachel and I will be married May 1, 2008 in the Nauvoo temple.  The next day we will hold a Reception in Missouri.  But as for details as to how we met/ started to date, wait just a little longer.  We will post that story soon.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we are going to start a new Rachel and Brad blog.  So we will post you all a bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I am so slow to update this thing.  Life is busy.  But that is old news.  So here is what is going on in my life.  The break was AWESOME.  Spending that much time with Rachel is addicting.  I am now experiencing withdrawals.  But School has started.  It is good.  My classes are challenging and interesting.  But they are going to take a lot of time.  You know how the beginning of the semester is maybe a little easier...well it is still hard.  But it will be good. Like one of those faith building experiences.  So it is a good thing in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is about all I have time to write now.  Gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave comments if you feel so inclined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-8300045025797765260?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/8300045025797765260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=8300045025797765260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/8300045025797765260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/8300045025797765260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-2008weve-been-waiting-for-you.html' title='Welcome 2008....we&apos;ve been waiting for you!'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-5639185763807576450</id><published>2007-12-28T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:35:36.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENGAGEMENT PICTURES</title><content type='html'>These are our engagement pictures.  It was freezing outside!  So please disregard all pink noses and cheekies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149077961672217042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UzIApD0dI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ROp8ogXcKhk/s200/IMG_0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UzHwpD0cI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9-p5zoWn1Uo/s1600-h/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149077957377249730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UzHwpD0cI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9-p5zoWn1Uo/s200/IMG_0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UzIQpD0eI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lhaYOiqYb7I/s1600-h/IMG_0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149077965967184354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UzIQpD0eI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lhaYOiqYb7I/s200/IMG_0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UzIgpD0fI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DSCNMHvyfyw/s1600-h/IMG_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149077970262151666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UzIgpD0fI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DSCNMHvyfyw/s200/IMG_0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UzJApD0gI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Dso6iWo1t4w/s1600-h/IMG_0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149077978852086274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UzJApD0gI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Dso6iWo1t4w/s200/IMG_0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149078258024960546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UzZQpD0iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/adYYCl-CF2U/s200/IMG_0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3Ux6wpD0XI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OghBf1j8JqQ/s1600-h/IMG_0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149076634527322482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3Ux6wpD0XI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OghBf1j8JqQ/s200/IMG_0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3Ux7ApD0YI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jmDeIU3gKDE/s1600-h/IMG_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149076638822289794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3Ux7ApD0YI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jmDeIU3gKDE/s200/IMG_0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3Ux7QpD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JqTU6qkEgtY/s1600-h/IMG_0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149076643117257106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3Ux7QpD0ZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JqTU6qkEgtY/s200/IMG_0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3Ux7gpD0aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EvK5xY_fJKs/s1600-h/IMG_0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149076647412224418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3Ux7gpD0aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EvK5xY_fJKs/s200/IMG_0262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3Ux7wpD0bI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3WfoqCmejQw/s1600-h/IMG_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149076651707191730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3Ux7wpD0bI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3WfoqCmejQw/s200/IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UwgwpD0SI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KJQwhha1nkI/s1600-h/IMG_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149075088339095842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UwgwpD0SI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KJQwhha1nkI/s200/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UwhQpD0TI/AAAAAAAAAHw/uPHe7FyjJoU/s1600-h/IMG_0216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149075096929030450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UwhQpD0TI/AAAAAAAAAHw/uPHe7FyjJoU/s200/IMG_0216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149078253729993234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UzZApD0hI/AAAAAAAAAJg/L1FuGZiu7bo/s200/IMG_0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UwhgpD0UI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UB36JUUIhvk/s1600-h/IMG_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149075101223997762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UwhgpD0UI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UB36JUUIhvk/s200/IMG_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UwhwpD0VI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-uvckvuJJ-k/s1600-h/IMG_0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149075105518965074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UwhwpD0VI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-uvckvuJJ-k/s200/IMG_0237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UwiApD0WI/AAAAAAAAAII/oYj1OISU2gI/s1600-h/IMG_0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149075109813932386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UwiApD0WI/AAAAAAAAAII/oYj1OISU2gI/s200/IMG_0234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UuDQpD0RI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A-wiIIzKch8/s1600-h/IMG_0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149072382509699346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UuDQpD0RI/AAAAAAAAAHg/A-wiIIzKch8/s200/IMG_0185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5199864115457556217-5639185763807576450?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/5639185763807576450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=5639185763807576450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/5639185763807576450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/5639185763807576450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/12/engagement-pictures.html' title='ENGAGEMENT PICTURES'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/R3UzIApD0dI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ROp8ogXcKhk/s72-c/IMG_0274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-801426644629659286</id><published>2007-12-17T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T09:02:49.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attention, Attention all Readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Days ago, December 15, 2007, A date that will live on in Infamy.  Rachel Smith was suddenly and deliberately asked a question by Bradley Meldrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are ENGAGED!!!!  This is like the COOLEST thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will explain more later....because I have to study for Finals.  Because I didn't get any done this weekend.  Hey it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-801426644629659286?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/801426644629659286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=801426644629659286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/801426644629659286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/801426644629659286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/12/attention-attention-all-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-7637060624235247404</id><published>2007-11-05T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:20:28.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Ry-6IJZ2GWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zkBjg_Ouxb0/s1600-h/And+this+was+a+moment+that+mattered+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129523149724326242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Ry-6IJZ2GWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zkBjg_Ouxb0/s200/And+this+was+a+moment+that+mattered+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Ry-3bpZ2GVI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-NYAqgmJbrI/s1600-h/And+this+was+a+moment+that+mattered+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this was a moment that mattered,&lt;br /&gt;When darkness shook, and the demons all clamored,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking peace to destroy, and righteous to shatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The valiant man stood, clothing ripped and all tattered,&lt;br /&gt;From fights that were fought, and trials he had battered&lt;br /&gt;He spoke this reply, not a word of it stammered.&lt;br /&gt;"You will not conquer, despite how you flatter,&lt;br /&gt;Your efforts won't sway me, they’re only rain's patter."&lt;br /&gt;Then marched he away, knowing &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; moment had mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday there are monsters to fight,&lt;br /&gt;Villains to conquer, and dangerous plights,&lt;br /&gt;Yet "Fear not," declares the Master of Right,&lt;br /&gt;"Pray, Read Scriptures, Serve with all of your might,&lt;br /&gt;For thou wilt conquer the Prince of the Night.&lt;br /&gt;Know he will try your weakness to bite&lt;br /&gt;But dark has no power when you stay in the light.&lt;br /&gt;Lean on my arm, and succumb not to fright."&lt;br /&gt;I will guide thee through this terrible blight.&lt;br /&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/5199864115457556217-7637060624235247404?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/7637060624235247404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=7637060624235247404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/7637060624235247404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/7637060624235247404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-this-was-moment-that-mattered-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Ry-6IJZ2GWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zkBjg_Ouxb0/s72-c/And+this+was+a+moment+that+mattered+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-1521616553937023178</id><published>2007-10-30T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:31:45.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes Journey through Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So the other night, I was at Family Home Evening. It was a good evening with the Fam. Not my real Family of course. Not just anybody can be apart of the Family. It is a special place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is not the point. As is often the case, we started this gathering of kindred spirits, with a Song of Zion. And it was during a rousing round of "Well Bring the World his Truth" that I reobserved the following. When people are having a conversation, the participants look at eachother. But upon opening into song everyone begins to almost desperately search the room for something their eyes might rest upon, and not create an awkward situation.   Why do we do this?  What are the reasons that make us all turn away.  Is it because we think that some might mistakenly think that we are trying to serenade them?  Perhaps we do not want to draw attention to the slighlty off tune notes streaming from our mouths.  I personally beleive the reasons lie in honesty.  The main form of communication we use is through talking.  And when singing we are usually are saying things, that we might not necessarily mean to direct at any one person.  Therefore we take aim at the most intersting thing that cannot pick up such perceptions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Take my buddy Charles for example. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127286674353953026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RyfIEJZ2GQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UUkb3cPQXlA/s200/Merry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He and his friends are a merry bunch.  They have also known eachother for quite some time.  So, much so that when they raise their voices, their heads follow.  The reasons for this have been evaluated by our best scholars, who have  presented the following two expalanations for this.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One reason might be that upon singing they all began to search their surroundings for something; perhaps a corner, a picture, maybe a nail, or a squirrel; which might be a suitable resting place for their eyes during this joyous interlude.  Yet all they find are wide stretches of snow covered plain.  But wait.... Up above...Yes...The Stars.  Therefore they gaze into the heavens.  And what better place is there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other reason, which is disputed among some circles, is that because Charles and his friends have been doing this so long they have began to choreograph their movements, beginning with the head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This strange behavior is not limited to the Peanuts gang only.  Julie Andrews at the beginning of her career was timid, afraid to let her eyes sing with the notes.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127286678648920338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RyfIEZZ2GRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HtDHo5rEGy8/s200/sound+of+music+nervous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But she quickly overcame these fears.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127286682943887650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RyfIEpZ2GSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uKcWtWRi9mw/s200/sound+of+music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Others have found it hard to break the pressure by themselves.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127286682943887666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RyfIEpZ2GTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8j6bdcuzMCw/s200/stevie+wonder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Stevie struggled for so long that he resorted to other means.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in the end, it is up to you.  You can continue to memorize your surroundings while your heart soars in song, or you can grab hold of the opportunity to observe others while they are all busy studying the nail that is protruding from the wall so drastically.  This is quite enjoyable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is important is to let it out.  Sing it loud, Sing it Proud.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127286682943887682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RyfIEpZ2GUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9sYKnCXMFg8/s200/Singin_Rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-1521616553937023178?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/1521616553937023178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=1521616553937023178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/1521616553937023178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/1521616553937023178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/10/eyes-journey-through-song.html' title='The Eyes Journey through Song'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RyfIEJZ2GQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UUkb3cPQXlA/s72-c/Merry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-6602908645240694617</id><published>2007-10-23T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:40:32.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a Sweet Fall Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx65YPA8fRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Son_Xg3V26U/s1600-h/IMG_1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124737251992698130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx65YPA8fRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Son_Xg3V26U/s320/IMG_1605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello Sugar.  I could just eat you right up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx65YfA8fSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4TmrYgKWJl8/s1600-h/Rachel+of+the+Mountains017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124737256287665442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx65YfA8fSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4TmrYgKWJl8/s320/Rachel+of+the+Mountains017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I call this one "Essence of Rachel."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can almost feel the Light Radiating out of  Her.  Even through the Computer Screen!  Pretty Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx65YvA8fTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XAoE1UUJB0w/s1600-h/Rachel+of+the+Mountains032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124737260582632754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx65YvA8fTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XAoE1UUJB0w/s320/Rachel+of+the+Mountains032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Were better together!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx65ZPA8fUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/r8L9nOabMGM/s1600-h/Rachel+of+the+Mountains053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124737269172567362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx65ZPA8fUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/r8L9nOabMGM/s320/Rachel+of+the+Mountains053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does Anyone Else see that intensly thought provoking cloud over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx64dvA8fNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eTxbD9PKqvQ/s1600-h/Rachel+of+the+Mountains043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124736246970350802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx64dvA8fNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eTxbD9PKqvQ/s320/Rachel+of+the+Mountains043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH Geez!  Aren't they CUUUUUUUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx64d_A8fOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FGLlH3n85b4/s1600-h/Rachel+of+the+Mountains027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124736251265318114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx64d_A8fOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FGLlH3n85b4/s320/Rachel+of+the+Mountains027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok..... Maybe not so much anymore.  (Geoffery!  Don't get too Close, they might bite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx64efA8fPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xYjygbvJQkE/s1600-h/Rachel+of+the+Mountains037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124736259855252722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx64efA8fPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xYjygbvJQkE/s320/Rachel+of+the+Mountains037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah!  I think i do see that very thought provoking cloud.  It is Inspiring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx64e_A8fQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LS85DyFsCFg/s1600-h/Rachel+of+the+Mountains053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5199864115457556217-6602908645240694617?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/6602908645240694617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=6602908645240694617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/6602908645240694617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/6602908645240694617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/10/thoughts-on-sweet-fall-day.html' title='Thoughts on a Sweet Fall Day'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rx65YPA8fRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Son_Xg3V26U/s72-c/IMG_1605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-2066558802960311131</id><published>2007-10-15T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:12:51.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hills are Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RxVSxvA8fJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EYuwOhxmfA4/s1600-h/DSCN2092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122091165591305362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RxVSxvA8fJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EYuwOhxmfA4/s320/DSCN2092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So there I was...it was cloudy, it was rainy. Then she walked into my office. I could tell somethin was botherin her. I welcomed her in and asked her to sit down...when she was feelin comfortable she began ta tell me her story... Actually she was a bright ray of Sunshine, that filled me with light and joh, but....that is a different story. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually what I wanted to write about tonight was how gorgeous (New York Accent) the mountain during Fall is. Holy Smokes. But really. With the flaming red leaves on the trees and the clounds hovering low on the mountains looked as if the Hills were aflame. we took some, what i thought were rather artistic pictures. But I will let you be the judge of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122091668102479026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RxVTO_A8fLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/B1c2yDzCWng/s320/DSCN2097.JPG" border="0" /&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122091680987380930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RxVTPvA8fMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0qzflqwk95Y/s320/DSCN2161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122091650922609826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RxVTN_A8fKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VdG3fjqQKEE/s320/DSCN2095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121768725216525394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RxQthPA8fFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bYbCemhe4EQ/s320/DSCN2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122091152706403458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RxVSw_A8fII/AAAAAAAAAE8/uRneAybJbvo/s320/DSCN2165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5199864115457556217-2066558802960311131?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/2066558802960311131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=2066558802960311131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/2066558802960311131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/2066558802960311131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/10/hills-are-alive.html' title='The Hills are Alive'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RxVSxvA8fJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/EYuwOhxmfA4/s72-c/DSCN2092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-8793849968935529900</id><published>2007-10-12T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T17:13:28.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>Right now life is good.  I don't know how i am getting so lucky.  Baisically the only thing that can explain anything, is that Heavenly Father lives and Loves his children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is an update in my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School and classes keep me busy but i am used to it now, and wouldn't have it anyother way.  It makes you feel accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten adequate sleep in a long time...but i am used to that too.  And I would have it other ways, but the reasons that I have stayed up are all worth it.  So I would probably make the choices to stay up late again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dating the most Amazing person I have ever met.  Her name is Rachel Smith.  And we are talking really the most Amazing.  Just Like Anastasia is the most cutest little girl, Rachel is the most wonderfullest.  I don't really know how to describe it.  You'd just have to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other than that...Well that is about all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is the update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderfulified day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-8793849968935529900?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/8793849968935529900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=8793849968935529900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/8793849968935529900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/8793849968935529900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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-5199864115457556217.post-134972441960770489</id><published>2007-09-23T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:09:46.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rv7bFYU8UcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9FODdUHpo4Q/s1600-h/rain_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115767112215581122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rv7bFYU8UcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9FODdUHpo4Q/s320/rain_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really like rain. I think that is sets the mood for many things. There is alot to "the mood". What is a really awesome, if you aren't in the mood. Or a magical night with someone special if the magical mood is gone. It just lacks that puch, or that...specialness. It is funny how things like rain, or stars, or music can set the mood. I wonder what the mood for this post would be. How do you feel now. Are you really happy. If you come back when you are really sad then it will probably have a different feel about it. Do you ever wonder what the author is feeling when he writes something. What if Vicor Hugo was feeling really happy when he was writing the scene where Marius is mourning the death of his friends? What if He was extraordinarily happy for a long time when he was writing that part, so that he couldn't write it. I wonder if his happiness ever frustrated him? " why can't I just be sad so that I can finish this chapter." Or perhaps he just read what he had written to that point, allowing the words to set the mood for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115767107920613810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rv7bFIU8UbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/b-IT4Dm0E4M/s320/black-rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;The mood can do wonderful things. The poem below is a great example. I don't consider myself very gifted at writing. That is part of the reason that I have this blog, is to improve on my writing skills. But the poem below I consider very good. I hope that you think so too. Well that was written at 1:30 in the morning on night. I had just spent one of the greatest nights with one of my friends, and what had happepend kept running through my brain. You know like before Christmas when you can't sleep because you keep thinking about what is in those presents. Or the day before you go to the MTC, and your brain is full of thoughts of the future. Well that Is what was happening to me. The mood was set, and it was so powerful it wouldn't let go of me. The only escape was through venting it out into a poem. And that is what resulted. Amazing isn't it. I have tried several times since then to write some poetry, but none of it comes close to the following peice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115767116510548434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rv7bFoU8UdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/y5hrvWxHSoc/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;So those are my thoughts on the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-134972441960770489?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/134972441960770489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=134972441960770489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/134972441960770489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/134972441960770489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-hold-on-if-you-feel-like-letting.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rv7bFYU8UcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9FODdUHpo4Q/s72-c/rain_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-9215736659395624662</id><published>2007-09-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:40:22.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 4, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Tip tap, tip tap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;the rain on the buildings protective &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;tin cap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;inspire the thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;of a gallop, or trot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and many brave thor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;oughbreds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;with iron &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;clad heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;marching to rescue the maid, Aphrodite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;from a sorcerer's holdings, so deep and so mighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Conquer they must,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and conquer they will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;then bring her back home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;to the rivers and hill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;that make up her kingdom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;full of valleys and rills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and cease not to guard her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;whether healthy or ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Ay, never fear, my brave Mademoiselle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;for all of your terrors, brave knights will dispel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and your impossible rescue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;will all end quite well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Now here I remain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;on this late Autumn night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;enjoying the prescence of one so sweet and just right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Fare thee well, my precious tip tap of the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Now we can finish our grand tennis game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-9215736659395624662?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/9215736659395624662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=9215736659395624662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/9215736659395624662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/9215736659395624662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/09/tip-tap-tip-tap-rain-on-buildings.html' title='September 4, 2007'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-4341279945862404138</id><published>2007-08-31T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:22:33.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math is for more than just me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RtjaRoRuEVI/AAAAAAAAADk/Oaur1gkRGU4/s1600-h/math03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RtjaRoRuEVI/AAAAAAAAADk/Oaur1gkRGU4/s320/math03.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105070174028829010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned a very important lesson. Math is not fun....that is unless you are doing it with friends. Let me illustrate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RtjaSoRuEZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/619o5D2NhpQ/s1600-h/math23.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RtjaSoRuEZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/619o5D2NhpQ/s320/math23.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105070191208698258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lone student sits at the overly large table, with room for 5 or even 6 others to join him, yet there is no one. Fate, or shyness has dropped this poor soul by himself, trying to use the chain rule to derivate f(x)g(x), where f(x)=ln(x) and g(x)=1/(cot(x)sin(1/x)). Stress and strain are easily seen on his tear reddened face. Eraser shavings, and fallen hairs scatter the table top, seeming to account for the pain ridden seconds, or perhaps the number of started yet unanswered questions. The realization of this pathetic scene only adds to the weight carried upon his sagging shoulders. The only inkling of peace comes when remembering the joy his life had before Math so trecherously derivated his soul to peices, and even this thought is brought to a shattering end when the table next to his errupts into laughter after having completed yet another problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RtjaSYRuEYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WTI8A0mWHHM/s1600-h/math22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RtjaSYRuEYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WTI8A0mWHHM/s320/math22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105070186913730946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now picture this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowded table shook as the 6 students roared with laughter. The math puns, and laughs shared by these brave Mathematicians brought curious glances their way from the other students in the room. They did not care though, for the brain juices were flowing and the Math Gods were smiling favorably upon them that day. Shortly before they answered yet another of the homework questions, but not before having caught eachothers mistakes, and blunders, ensuring them of a decent grade in the class. Victory of another hurdle infused their veins with motivation and encouragement to tackle the next problem on the increasingly shorter excersize sheet. A moment of pity shadowed their glee when they noticed the lone student next to them, who seemed to be almost glaring at them from his worn like face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RtjaR4RuEWI/AAAAAAAAADs/BEIVXg_xRKY/s1600-h/math07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RtjaR4RuEWI/AAAAAAAAADs/BEIVXg_xRKY/s320/math07.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105070178323796322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it folks. Now it is up to you to decide who you want to be. You can enjoy life, and math, in the company of friends and those who can help. Or you can choose to tackle all of life's difficulties by yourself. But remember this. Wise is the man who uses wisdom.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RtjaSIRuEXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gr4FmANTGlI/s1600-h/math15.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RtjaSIRuEXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gr4FmANTGlI/s320/math15.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105070182618763634" border="0" /&gt;&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/5199864115457556217-4341279945862404138?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/4341279945862404138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=4341279945862404138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/4341279945862404138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/4341279945862404138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/08/math-is-for-more-than-just-me.html' title='Math is for more than just me.'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/RtjaRoRuEVI/AAAAAAAAADk/Oaur1gkRGU4/s72-c/math03.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-5774146594838303952</id><published>2007-08-17T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:51:26.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riskin the Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello there my adoring fans.  Actually i don't think that anyone looks at this page.  But you know I am over it now.  At first I was a little hurt.  But from within my hurt came a shining gleam of joy.  If no one looks at it then, I can write whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;So I will indulge you...or myself with a little poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rte5-IRuEOI/AAAAAAAAACs/nT07OBPQeUc/s1600-h/Riskin+the+management.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rte5-IRuEOI/AAAAAAAAACs/nT07OBPQeUc/s320/Riskin+the+management.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104753179672580322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managing Risk, thats what its all about,&lt;/div&gt;Fighting the risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a pack of upstream swimming trout.&lt;/div&gt;waving my double clutched, two handed, risk devourer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;showerin the world with Risk Managing Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but that isn't all completely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am quite a peaceful fellow.&lt;br /&gt;But don't go callin me Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Im just into the liking of the being of the nice, don't you?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rte6I4RuEPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GHqnJjREfh0/s1600-h/Risk+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rte6I4RuEPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GHqnJjREfh0/s320/Risk+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104753364356174066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Katie...There are better ones coming.  Thanks for reading.  Your a pal!&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/5199864115457556217-5774146594838303952?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/5774146594838303952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=5774146594838303952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/5774146594838303952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/5774146594838303952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/08/riskin-management.html' title='Riskin the Management'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rte5-IRuEOI/AAAAAAAAACs/nT07OBPQeUc/s72-c/Riskin+the+management.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-7026998355757434846</id><published>2007-08-11T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:07:09.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr6wjml5haI/AAAAAAAAABM/UBgEErrmMuA/s1600-h/Gradpa+first+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097705953931396514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr6wjml5haI/AAAAAAAAABM/UBgEErrmMuA/s320/Gradpa+first+Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Family is the greatest thing that I have got. Leading this brave band of Meldrums is Grant Cluff Meldrum. What a trooper. There are numberless things to learn from him. This picture is His first Christmas with my Grandma. Grandma passed away last year. I wonder how much time people in the Spirit world get to watch us. Is it all the time, Or do they only get a visiting hour kind of thing. I hope they get to see us alot. That makes me feel like I am trying to make Grandma proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr-uh2l5hbI/AAAAAAAAABU/1HLJWUZRuWk/s1600-h/Mom+and+Dad+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097993892833887746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr-2b2l5hgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3FpIZfi-tTo/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097993901423822354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr-2cWl5hhI/AAAAAAAAACE/JnoOGupiLD8/s320/DKB_0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side is Grandma and Grandpa Bush. (Do you say Grandma first? Or is it technically Grandpa and Grandma? I think that we have always put Grandma first. As well it should be!) They are wonderful. They hold up the fort down in Hurricane Utah, (which according to record has never seen a hurricane.) Thanks to their efforts we just had a wonderful Family Reunion. It was great. that is where almost all of these pictures are coming from. (my camera is dying. Hint hint Santa Clause) It was one of the Greatest weekends ever. So thank you Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up is Dad. 爸爸. What a guy. He is on top of everything. If you are ever in need, he'll come with the solution out ready to fly. He is one Smart Cookie. Craig Alan Meldrum be his name, arrr and ye best watch yer step round the likes of him. He'll mathmatized and efficientize circles round 'yer 'fore ye be able to cry out yer pythagorean theorym. And how cool is that. But don't ye fret. Thar' be a weakness he has. Yes... that bein' motorcylces. 'Tis true. But I like that weakness. In fact I am hopin that he lets me ride on his weakness. But Dad really is great. Taught me everything I know in fact. And I do believe that I have no money, independant of myself. So, Dad, I got your back. ( as long as you have mine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097985607841973698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr-u5ml5hcI/AAAAAAAAABc/iUabFHeMe28/s320/Mom+and+Dad+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Next up is the gooey stuff that holds us all together. That is, Mother of Course. Ronda Louis Bush Meldrum. No we don't think that we are related to President Bush. But we do have a life size cut out of him at the back end of our hall. (my hall that is. The one in my apartment.) Mothers aren't your normal everyday people, and my mother isn't your normal everyday mother. ( does that mean that she is a normal person. Because if you aren't a normal mother, which aren't normal people, then does the double negative cancel itself out and you become a normal person. I am going to go with a no on this one.) Mom uses ingredients when she cooks. She passed that skill on to my sisters. Where as i use prepackaged goodness (for example canned chili, leftover chili, chili from Lon's Cookin Shack...etc) Mom can sing like Karen Carpenter. She even looks like her, kinda...except for the anorexic part. But mom isn't fat, because she could drink whole milk if she wanted to. When I am lonely. I listen to the Carpenters and i think that Mom is singing to me. But when she is mad, it doesn't sound like singing anymore. More like the Song of the Sirens. Deadly. But she is pretty wonderful.  Check out the four generations below.  Love....Sweet Love.!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097995335942899234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr-3v2l5hiI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZXAEra4Fn08/s320/PICT3938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the days of old, there has always been the older Sister. Her role is to protect, care for, and humble her younger siblings when mother isn't looking. Tiffiny is her name ( she is a finy not a fany.) Once upon a time Tiffany journeyed to the lands north ( Idaho) in search of an education, and her knight in Shining Graduation Robes. This dream was accomplished when she Married the Dashing David Hunsaker, and Tiffiny pushed her last name up into middle name status. But their journey was not at an end, for there lied ahead of them the bitter cold and windy Chicago land, and then on to conquer Real Estate in Columbus, Ohio, their current post. Whilst on this daring quest two young adventurers joined their small band. Anastasia Adell the sweet, and Ereland Sky the slightly new to this world, yet daring ( comes complete with a strong grip). Together these four have conquered many dangers such as Road Trips, Moving, Interior Design School, and Family Reunions. God Speed my brave adventurers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097987201274840546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr-wWWl5heI/AAAAAAAAABs/iBFrJHTeVNs/s320/IMG_1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From deep within the humid jungles of Northern Siberia, comes the third young member of this clan. Born to, and raised with domesticated sloths, gives this member a unique characteristic (slow and dull). Breanna, also known as Breanna, sometimes breaks into fits of craziness. Rambling, singing, and playing her Ukulelee. Also very deadly. Despite the insanity, Breanna, also known as Banana, is really quite enjoyable. Me and her go way back. All the way back to when she was born. I can just see us now.....Wow...buddy. Currently she is tackling BYU alongside her Courageous Brother...Me.  ("Push from the legs!!! Dig Dig Dig.  Bring this BYU down!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097995335942899250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr-3v2l5hjI/AAAAAAAAACU/KPuGXBVWzlQ/s320/katelin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her they come around turn number 4, its Streetmoney, closesly followed by Paul Revere and Blue Currey.  Paul Revere is coming upfrom behind, wait no they are all tied up, blue currey, no street, no Paul, wait what is this from behind.... IT IS KATELIN. Yes Katelin is the track Pride and Joy of this Family. Running 2 miles in 11 minutes and 55 seconds, and singing at levels above 38 dBs is what she does best. Katelin is a talented girl. You should see all the medals she has got. One day I went into her room to talk to her, and her medal drawer was open....You could melt them and makes coins that would make a small country wealthier than they had thought was possible. In fact I hear that she is going to Donate some of these Medals to help save children with Iron deficiencies. Just pop one of those bad boys in you mouth and you'll get all the iron you need.  She is kicking it in good 'ol Ponca City, fixin to be something great.  You know them Oklahomans.  Always fixin something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097993884243953138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr-2bWl5hfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cOVpO6bWCBI/s320/DKB_0604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in Corner number 5, weighing in at 50 lbs, 3 oz, 3 ft tall, and full of enough energy to power the newly wealthy small Country of Ironmedalia, lets here it for SSSSSTTEEEEEEVVVEEEE ALAN MELDRUM. What a kid. Let me tell you what. This guy is the man. Me an' him are buds. Among Steven's better qualities are two very funny jokes. Actually there are only two. One is "knock, knock.....who's there?.... Ice Cream....Ice Cream who?..... I Scream Screamin for Ice Cream! hahaha." The other is...." Hey Brad....what's..(insert any object or the words Up doc.)....What Steve?....Nothin what's (previously said thing) with you? HAHAHA" This last one is my favorite. (I don't get it either.) But he is awesome. It was when this fine laddie came around that I got a brother. What a joy. I don't think that me and Dad coulda made it without ya Steve. A couple of Months ago, when I was living at home in Oklahoma, something that had never happend before happened. There were more boys in the house than girls. CRAZY. So here's to you Steve. I love you Kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you all. Thanks for being such an awesome Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-7026998355757434846?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/7026998355757434846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=7026998355757434846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/7026998355757434846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/7026998355757434846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/08/family.html' title='The Family'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr6wjml5haI/AAAAAAAAABM/UBgEErrmMuA/s72-c/Gradpa+first+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-3323495240189888411</id><published>2007-08-11T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:43:06.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr6p2ml5hXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z8l8j-Xw0rc/s1600-h/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097698583767516530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr6p2ml5hXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z8l8j-Xw0rc/s320/IMG_1220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is Anastasia. i think that she is pretty much the cutest little girl this world has ever seen. and i am not just saying that because she is my neice or for any family connection &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr5veGl5hVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ARK9PlyHgG0/s1600-h/IMG_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cuteness exhibited here is astounding, and reaches to levels that only some small children can acheive, and older humans can only reminisce about when they gaze upon children such as anastasia. they are the elite. the babies that have adorableness down to a science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097698837170587010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr6qFWl5hYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YTp2mR05BXY/s320/IMG_1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i mean you can't make this stuff up. and you haven't even seen her in action. especially when you put her and my little brother (who is a little 帥哥 himself.) together their powers are nigh uncontrollable. peoples hearts begin to melt, and the worlds peace o' meter shoots up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097700181495350674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr6rTml5hZI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ax0FcDoha9c/s320/100_1649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mind of a child is a beautiful thing. so innocent. and these elite know just the right way to smile, just what to say, just when to give you a little kiss, so that you will do what 'ere their little hearts desire.&lt;br /&gt;to you, anastasia, i would give the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-3323495240189888411?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/3323495240189888411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=3323495240189888411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/3323495240189888411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/3323495240189888411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/08/cute-girls.html' title='The Elite'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</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/_Lyz-qfQLiv0/Rr6p2ml5hXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z8l8j-Xw0rc/s72-c/IMG_1220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199864115457556217.post-7735937090951244013</id><published>2007-08-11T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:09:10.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How it all began</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at work I was reading some of my friends blogs. They were pretty hilarious, and looked like something fun to do. So I decided to make one too. A blog is a neat thing. I was on a mission for the past 2 years, and when I came home, there were all these blog things running around, and youtube...what is a youtube anyways? iPods had become the biggest things since sliced bread (which must have been a pretty big thing. Think of what life was like before sliced bread...很不堪設想. but ever since the Bread Revolution the standard of living has increased dramatically. I wonder if the standard of living has increased because of iPods. I would guess yes.) I had no idea what a blog really was... and that was a little upsetting. Before I left I thought that I was on the edge of Technology. But when I came back...my cell phone seemed to be really complicated, and people were writing computer code circles around me. Life seemed bleek. But through the persistent efforts of many, I too today have a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199864115457556217-7735937090951244013?l=plumsunited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/feeds/7735937090951244013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199864115457556217&amp;postID=7735937090951244013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/7735937090951244013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199864115457556217/posts/default/7735937090951244013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumsunited.blogspot.com/2007/08/grand-opening.html' title='How it all began'/><author><name>Bradley Meldrum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500141236418841019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
